Nov 11, 2014
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ilmaestroauditore replied to your video:[whispers to self] Mycaruba…
why u do dis to me?
ilmaestroauditore
"Might you choose to stare elsewhere, sir?"
an ezio with a black flag au? /punches the follow button
ilmaestroauditore elmentore-stallone beneezio aquiilae started following
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❝ Who's to say what I can and can not handle? Certainly not you. I want to help you reclaim those towers, and I will. ❞
"Good to see you around."
Drive
( ilmaestroauditore was the first to like, so this is a drabble with Ezio based on Bat Country. I hope you like it! )
How many times has the phrase "women shouldn't drive alone at night" been repeated in society? Glorified horrors of mankind's capabilities embellished through media have frightened the masses. Women should be conscious of how they dress, conservative in their appearances as to not welcome uninvited attentions upon them--or situations. Flashy colors, red for example, is supposed to be an alarming color, often used on billboards for fast food advertisements signalling an impulse to the brain to be hungry, or at least desire to be so.
Red lips would be the first mistake broken in this black and white world. However, the owner of these lips did not care. In fact, she welcomed it. Yearning for the attention, further developing her confidence as the creature she is, living day by day how she wants not knowing of tomorrow. Elusive, cunning, cold--a tease. She preys on the weak, never satisfied in her conquest for release, stabbing the hearts of delusional men. A pirate this woman is, leaving many to stand with nothing left but their shadows, masculinity robbed from them. Mary Read, an untamed beast.
The radio of a 1968 Shelby Mustang buzzed annoyingly, the time 11:30 flashing on the dial, searching all stations for even a string. Hardly is there any reception, broken messages crackling through white noise, but what can one expect? Driving in the middle of no where gets no one anything. The destination in mind though however, will make up for the lack of entertainment. Tonight, another man will suffer her wrath.
"D_r_ _ive" says a short fused neon sign hanging above a lonely establishment. It is a ghost town. Glancing at a paper nestled between painkillers and a lipstick tube, Mary reads aloud.
"Dark Hive, invite for one, Midnight."
Sticking her head out the window, she double checked the sign barely seeing the dead letters glitter against the rest. This is it she confirms stepping out of her car, the only car parked in the whole lot. Perhaps she is early and a quick glance at her watches indicates so. The excitement to maybe gain freedom from her pain compelled her to move fast. Never had the invitation to take what she wanted come to her so fast and so willingly.
"You'll love it!" Mary recalls a co-worker telling her a few days before. "Just go to the website and sign-up. It's all random, though, you may or may not get chosen--I haven't yet, but I hear his private performances are to die for!"
How funny is it, that the same day she signed up for the drawing, her inbox rang with a message informing her she won. With a mischievous grin, Mary flicked her hair to the side confidently striding to the doors of her destiny. She's never had a rock star, so why not today be the first? After all, what is there to lose?
A mere few footsteps away, and the door swings open. Mary does her best to not be frightened as an impish looking man forbids her to enter. What kind of fiend is he? Hair dry and wryly sprig out from the sides of his bald head, small beady moving in motion twisting his head at her like an owl--curious as to what dares to enter it's lair.
"Invitation please" a nasty voice demands behind curled lips.
Keeping focus on the man, Mary hands over the print out nearly shoving the paper and retracting just as fast afraid to be scratched by his ungodly long nails.
"Follow me." he orders and she has no choice but to go as a force not even she can explain shoves her inside and slams the door.
Red velvet walls shimmering against the artificially candlelit corridor. Portraits of nude women lining them in gilded frames, all expressing pleased faces as fiendish creatures lap or prod their skin. At least the theme keeps to the name, Mary mused to herself listening to the echos of their footsteps. How long had they been walking? Mary stopped to check her watch and could not help but feel perplexed. The battery must have died, the hands read 11:59 with the second arm just a tick away from midnight, the appointed hour.
"In here please" the eerie voice jostled her thoughts forgetting the minor detail. A broken watch will not stop her from achieving her goal.
Once again Mary is stopped by the man from entering the room, his hands out waiting. "Your things."
"No thanks mate." Mary replied "They stay with me."
"Your things or leave." the man gave no leniency.
Mary would have left under circumstances sch as these. No one can order her what to do, certainly not a lackey, but she had already come this far, and to retreat is not a characteristic of hers. Narrowing her eyes to the man, she forked over her purse and coat wishing to be gone of him, at which he did right away... but not without a cryptic message as he turned around to her grinning.
"Don't be surprised when things aren't what they seem."
Having enough of the creepy man, Mary pushed the door open nearly choking at the copious amounts of smoke hovering. Vision is pretty much useless here. A chandelier dimly lit hangs in the middle of the room, slightly illuminating forest green plush walls and marble faces of half naked figures against them.
"My guess is this is the Venetian room" Mary said sarcastically finding an ivory love seat hidden in the corner focusing on a da Vinci painting.
"Good eye, bella donna." a thick accent answered Mary nearly causing the woman to jump from her seat.
"You must be the winner" Mary's eyes strained through smoke to see whom the voice belonged, but yanked her hand out from someone that kissed it. "Congratulations."
Handsome. Out of all the sculptures she had seen in the room, none of them could rival the perfection that now stood in front of her. Mary's heart skipped a beat. Never has she met such a fine looking man. In her mind, she blushed, finding it silly to find him beautiful, but on the outside remained cool. Under no means will she break her confidence against this other-worldly man. Ambition burned within her, and on cue, Mary gained composure; tonight she will have him!
"Mary" she crossed her legs coyly. A lady always crosses her legs, and for luck, her arms.
"A pleasure. I am Ezio Auditore, and tonight, you will take a trip with me." His smile picking at her nerves. Mary thanked what God there is out there helping her make it this far and for making him turn away so that she may exhale the breathe that was caught in her throat. Good thing she is in the mood for Italian.
Stranger enough, the smoke seemed to lift with every step Ezio took, revealing a small stage in the middle of the room. How did she not see it earlier? Mary swore she had walked straight through the center of the room, maybe due to not bumping in to it, she never noticed. Whatever, it doesn't matter, stage or not, Ezio illuminated under the brighter chandelier, opening his arms up to the sky. Mary had to credit whomever is in the light box, they sure know their theatrics.
Ezio began to sing. He is so dangerous, Mary began to think to herself. His looks, his charm--his voice, all of him, as she felt the earth beneath her erode, floating to the sky in a dream like state. The only source of gravity that seemed to exist is Ezio, and his pull on her immense. Mary felt mad. Shivers ran down her spine causing her breathing to become laborious, as her voice ceased under his gaze. Mary cradled her head. For some reason, her head felt light--vision blurring and will chained. Dark foreign pools had her skin burn an unbearable heat. Tearing away at the confinements of clothes yearning for salvation, she stripped savagely before him, completely nude to his whim. This is how those women in the paintings must have felt, a thought faintly echoed. Tickled skin raised from harsh desires caused her bosom to heave for air, his seductive voice the only source of oxygen. Never had Mary been in such a position before. Dominance is her penchant, yet just his voice has her like a dog doing tricks at his beckon. Control of movement no longer belonged to her. Mary's tongue flicked out to the fingers that dangled above her mouth, curling around the digits enclosing them between her painted lips sucking gingerly before letting go. Mimicking trails of saliva ran between her breasts, down to her pulsing stomach and lastly... A loud gasp had her dull eyes shoot open sharply inhaling the toxic smoke around.
"You want to die, Mary, but look at you...Your eyes open to the sky for answers to your life."
When did Ezio's voice change? A beast--his voice sounded inhuman. Mary did not like this, she needed to be the one in control--she will have control. Fighting the doses of attraction, stifling moans of sexuality, Mary blinked trying to regain perfect sight. However, this had been the second mistake. No longer had they been Earth, no--they were some where far away, in a hellish place. Where red is bouncing off of everything and real fire burned where artificial lights glowed. Then there is Ezio. The same dark eyes, looked down in to her soul with a matching smirk, stroking her face like a precious doll. Ezio is not human, Mary is certain of this now, fear overcoming her bravery while tears rolled down her cheeks.
The beast's eyes smiled, pressing Mary's face against his chest to listen for an organ that seemed to beat differently than hers. There is silence. Did he feel empathy towards her? Such gentle hands running through her hair as if to calm her down. Her arms free, she clung to Ezio, holding him tightly weeping for redemption to her sins.
"I've known it from the start all these good ideas of yours will tear your brain apart..." his whispers soft in her ear, "I know you are scared, so you can follow me..." Ezio delicately cupped her chin forcing down-cast eyes to look upon him, tracing his fingers along her brow bone. With a cruel smile, he dug his nail across her eye speaking harshly. "but you are much to rare to die... so DRIVE!"
At that he released her and Mary screamed. Sitting up through her fears, Mary snapped out of the dream. There in the middle of no-where, she sat fully clothed in the desert, and her lonely American muscle behind her dirty from time. No buildings, no 'Dark Hive',nothing... Rising to her feet in haste, Mary jumped inside her car cranking it on and stepped on the gas to get away. She will never go back, nor will she turn back. Smearing the lipstick off on to her sleeve, Mary turned to look into the rear-view mirror forcing the car to screech slamming on the brakes. Trembling fingers touched the right side of her face, over her eyes, trailing a scar--a clear reminder of what happened at that night, and the gift Ezio gave her.
*rewards her son with all the kisses*
ilmaestroauditore replied to your post:My “the best friend and the bae are threatening...
Because Ezio don’t give a flying fuck das why.
stawp that's not nice