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In retrospect, he should probably think more. About, you know. Everything he does.

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[worstassassin-blog]

He probably should have expected this, given his track record. Given all that, he probably shouldn’t have continued the conversation to this point, but he was here all the same. But the other - he still didn’t know his name - had not only insulted him, but his family as well. Sort of. By making fun of his name and refusing to say it and in turn- okay, it made sense in his head. 

As he stumbled, he eventually planted his feet firmly in a fighting form his brother had taught him to prevent being thrown off his feet. It worked well enough, although he felt he could’ve fallen easily if the hit had been more direct and decisive. 

He wanted to wipe the blood off of his face, but there wasn’t time for that now. Instead he smirked as he grabbed the other’s shoulders and brought him in close to headbutt him, and promptly throw him away from himself.

“Buona fortuna.”

[caligariedarchive-blog]

“I’ll let you buy me a drink once you repeat what you just said in English, you motherfucker.”

“Go shove your cock into a bowl of pasta and get the fuck out of my face.”

[worstassassin-blog]

“I don’t fucking speak English, asshole. Why the hell would I repeat myself in English when we’re speaking Italian?”

“What, is that what you do when you’re alone? Makes sense, considering no girl would even want to be near someone like you. You pass up a free drink, you scream the wrong name, and you’re also just fucking annoying. Have fun with your overcooked, limp pappardelle dick.”

[caligariedarchive-blog]

“Mario. Luigi. Toad.”

“Uh, money you can actually use. Try to hand a cashier some gold coins and see what happens, smartass.”

[worstassassin-blog]

“Che cosa cazzo?”

“I can use this, stronzo. Why don’t we test it out? I’ll pay for you.”

[caligariedarchive-blog]

“Yeah, sure Luigi.”

He spares both him and his loot a scrutinizing glance.

“You do realize you’re gonna have to get that converted.”

[worstassassin-blog]

“Ezio. Ezio Auditore.”

“Converted to what?”

[caligariedarchive-blog]

He narrows his eyes, hands buried in his pockets as he cocks a brow. Who the fuck is this and why are they so dumb.

“Depends on how much you’re willing to pay, Luigi.”

[worstassassin-blog]

“Ah, perhaps you have me mistaken for someone else? My name is Ezio, not Luigi.”

If that weren’t the case, why would you call someone by a random name? Was it supposed to be funny? If so, it seemed like Vieri’s level of humor.

“I’m sure I have plenty of florins, no matter what you’re thinking of.”

He checked to make sure that was actually true, casually pulling out a few gold coins. 

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@caligaried

“Scusa, you wouldn’t know where I could find any good wine, would you? This place is so strange that I figured I would be better off asking someone than wandering around myself.”

He laughed, his demeanor perhaps too friendly for dealing with a complete stranger. But that was how Federico always acted, and he typically followed suit.

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@worstassassin

“So, nobody’s tried to crash the party yet, it seems.” She’s tipsy.

“Not even you. …Well, I suppose I’m cutting you out to be more poorly behaved than you really are. You don’t have reason to – not after that dance with Connor, yes?”

[worstassassin-blog]

“Not even me? Amica mia, I would think you know me better than that by now, even if you’re not serious. After all, I’ve never... the chandelier... you remember, of course.”

“Hopefully, he doesn’t attempt anything like that this year. Then again, hopefully no one does. You aren’t planning on hanging off a chandelier, are you?”

[yourehereforeverassassin-blog]

His arms are wound around his waist, Ezio’s head now nestled against his chest. They sway to the quaint music that sounds throughout the ballroom, their forms both lacking in tension–no stiff shoulders, no gnashing of the teeth or curling of the fingers.

A rarity for them both, and one he’ll gladly accept for the moment. 

Ezio speaks against his chest, voice uncharacteristically soft–Connor faintly smiles into his hair. “ And what do you presume it will be like?”

There is so much that resides at the very back of his mind, always at risk of driving through and out of the constraints of his head. Not today, though. Not tonight. 

“…Uhm.”

“Would you rather we do?”

[worstassassin-blog]

“I don’t know, honestly...”

He found himself drifting off again as various scenarios played in his head. Still, he didn’t know what he expected of their wedding. Of course, there might be one major reason for that.

“Perhaps that means we should focus more on planning, hm?”

Looking up now, he smiled at Connor. 

“I would rather not invite the entire city, as incredibly fun as that sounds. I want it to be intimate, but not too quiet if that makes sense. The right amount of friends and...”

If only Claudia were still here, and Ziio as well. He wasn’t sure if Connor would’ve liked for Haytham to attend, but even so now they didn’t even have a choice in the matter. He wished he could see his mother and his uncle, to at least tell them about Connor as he told Claudia. 

“The right amount or rather lack of strangers. There are so many people in this city, so many I don’t even know the names of. I don’t think they’d even be interested in attending if we invited them.” 

[alientie-blog]

“Hmm, maybe chocolate? I know everyone likes chocolate. Personally, I’m more of a pie man.” 

[worstassassin-blog]

“I haven’t heard others speak of a wedding pie... Only cake.”

“I like chocolate as well, but it also seems a bit boring? If that makes sense. What do you think of red velvet?” 

[worstassassin-blog]

@swoleassassin

They were slowdancing, having finally been granted a quiet moment together amongst all the rest of the ball’s festivities. Ezio rested his head against Connor, simply enjoying this time with him. 

“I wonder if it’ll be like this...”

He didn’t finish the sentence, although he wasn’t ashamed to talk about it. Somehow, though, he felt if he said something concrete it might all slip away from him. Quickly, he changed gears from sentimental to joking.

“Of course, we aren’t going to invite the entire city.”

Ezio paused, remembering Connor could sometimes be... well, Connor. 

“... we aren’t, vero?”

[opticallyenhanced]

“Oh, so you’re Ezio Auditore. One of those… ‘Master’ Assassins. The name’s Shalem. Shalem 11. You know, the Professional Assassin in the city. I’m surprised you haven’t heard of me. And at the same time I’ve heard of you. Strange world we must live in.”

[worstassassin-blog]

“I have other things to worry about, I suppose. Or I may have gotten confused with the 10 other Shalems... I kid, of course.”

“Although I do not understand what you intend to do by stressing whether an assassin is a master or a professional... I would not be much of a Master Assassin if I was not a professional one as well, no? Unless you simply wanted me to be aware of my rank and your lack of one.”

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@opticallyenhanced

“I was going to ask you something, but then I realized we had a similar conversation before... Still, I don’t think either of us introduced ourselves. I am Ezio Auditore, Piacere di conoscerti, Signor...?”

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@haemoneiron

“Lilies aren’t too somber, are they? For a wedding, I mean. Lilies of the valley are quite nice, but so are calla lilies and... My apologies, you do not wish to hear about this, do you? I am just... very busy... planning my wedding.”

[worstassassin-blog]

@alientie

“What do you think is the best kind of cake? Not personally, but overall the best. The kind everyone would say to be the best and enjoy eating, I mean.”

[worstassassin-blog]

@prestigeofshotoku

“Are you one of Sakuya’s friends? I don’t think we’ve had the pleasure of meeting before. I am Ezio Auditore da Firenze.”

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@judgementasterio

“Do you think it would be tacky to have a wedding with the main colors being red, white, and blue? White is an obvious one, and I have heard that something blue is needed as well... I suppose it’s somewhat fitting, considering- but... it doesn’t necessarily seem elegant, in my opinion. What do you think?”

[worstassassin-blog]

@darklightherojak

“Scusami, but you wouldn’t happen to know any decent Italian restaurants in this city? I’m afraid in all my time here the closest I’ve gotten to food from my home has been a gelato place and... Olive Garden. I wouldn’t be asking you, but ah, this is a bit last minute and I thought it may be worth a try?”