[That stupid little gimmick Samantha had picked up from the 'easter eggs' did have its uses as long as she was circumspect about phrasing. On the tenth, a little bird would find its way to wherever Ezio was with a letter caught in its claw. It sat, quietly waiting for him to reply on the note if he needed before it would return to its master.]
There is a bar, about six blocks from the mansion to the south. Meet there, 7 in the evening?
[A response was unnecessary as Ezio did not have anything going on that night. And if he didn't show up, that would be correct cause for concern, a risk he was willing to take. About ten minutes until the correct time, he made his way out and made good time to the bar in question. He recognized it because the door glowed through his vision.
Entering the Bar, Ezio glanced around immediately for Samantha. He took great pains to not look conspicuous. Last thing they needed was trouble after what had happened up at the estate.]
We really need to get together for actual business one of these days. Not that I have any complaints about you as a lover, but I think we've got other things to discuss of late, don't you? Heh.
*At least she's learned enough to make it so only Ezio would be able to open said letter without bulldog-like tactics. Magic occasionally comes in handy.*
Ezio,
I'm sorry for not getting in contact with you sooner. I'm afraid I ended up elsewhere for a while. I must have worried you and I'm sorry. I hope you're okay, and if possible, I'd like to meet and talk.
[She'll find a letter returned to her with very neat handwriting. Those lessons his mother insisted on definitely came in handy.]
Madoka,
I would like that as well. I had hoped that you had returned home and were free of this place. Even though Id prefer that, I will be quite happy to see you again.
*Can she say she's glad she isn't home? Or that such a prospect is terrifying? Oh well. It's a thought best left under a mental rug.
... More frivolously importantly, can she admire his handwriting? Because she is. It's really, really nice. Heavens knows anyone walking in on her room right now will catch her carefully penning a reply while more or less looking at Ezio's response with a bit of a stupid grin on her face.
A grin that got dumber as thoughts entered in her mind unbidden.*
This evening, after dinner? At your room?
*Private (for the most part), discreet, and she could bring tea and catch up on anything she missed.
... And there came those thoughts again. Whatever, puppy-struck Puella Magi. Just deliver the letter.*
[ Whenever Ezio regains consciousness after being returned to his room the day following Cecil's interrogation session with him, if he is able to make it that far, he'll find outside his door one healing potion and three bottles of herbal curatives. They are all procured from Samantha's shop, but the only thing that hints as to who they might be actually from is a small, unsigned elegantly handwritten note attached to the curing potion: ]
I'm sorry.
[ Neither the potion nor the herbal salves will heal him completely right away, but they should help with eliminating at least the surface injuries. He'll still be rather banged up and suffer from the worst of his wounds, but at least his life won't be in danger. ]
[With the help of his talent, Ezio tracks down the golden target easily enough once he's downstairs. He doesn't plan on talking here, so as he approaches the stranger, he greets him with a nod.]
Buona giornata. You know my name, but I'm afraid I don't know yours.
[On the off chance he's being watched persistently, he braces to discreetly silence the stranger in case he opens conversation about the bank.]
Bene. I did not want to discuss things here. Good to meet you, Chika.
[Ezio shakes his hand with a firm grip and offers a similar smile. Once the pleasantries are out of the way, he starts towards the exit of the Crossing.]
We'll talk when we get to my bank if that's alright with you?
[It's not too long before they walk through the doors of his bank and Ezio beckons Chika towards his office. Inside, Ezio closes the door and motions to the one chair in front of his desk. His office is humble in size and currently lacking the evidence of being worked in so far.]
[Ezio will find a brightly wrapped gift box on his bed. It contains a bottle of good red wine, some new whetstones, and a pair of leather boots, spelled for silence and durability.]
[Delivered to Ezio is a package containing a pair of finely tooled leather gloves and a small card with the Rose Crest symbol on one side and Arisugawa on the other.]
[Ezio she leaves a small box holding a pair of custom cufflinks, bearing his family emblem that she saw in the bank. Also she leaves a small selection of Antivan desserts - little cakes and sweet breads and a half a dozen cookies. All are left in a basket wrapped with a ribbon of her signature gold, with a small card with her name noting who it's from.]
[ a box arrives in the evening of the 31st; green wrapped and tied with a silver bow. inside ezio will find a flask of high quality miruvor, better than what neria sells in her shop. the bottle itself is a work of art, hand-blown and flecked with silver.
the note reads: for the joy of the new year. sincerely, thranduil. ]
[Close to the end of the holiday season a small parcel is left outside Ezio’s door, wrapped up tightly in a deep blue cloth, with a knot that holds quite well. Inside there are few things, a few small hearth cakes, recently baked and tied up in another small parcel of white cotton. And also a dagger. As well as a small slip of paper, with Eli’s neatest handwriting on it, Many blessings, Eliana]
( It might not be the middle of the night, but it's getting late; and Elizabeth cannot seem to ease herself into sleep. So, tentatively, after another half hour of wakefulness, she decides to reach out to someone before it gets too late. )
Sir—pardon me, but are you awake yet? It has occurred to me that I have been woefully remiss in not wishing anyone a belated Christmas, and I would convey those good wishes to you now.
I must thank you, for thinking of me. You are kind, and I have been afraid. ( It's a big admission, and one she needs to make whilst she still harbours the courage to do so. Honestly: it's about time, too. )
I have seen so many come and go, in two worlds other than our own before this one; sometimes, those whom had called me friend no longer remembered me. It is daunting, to consider befriending others when the odds of losing them are so high.
( But this time is precious, and she has been a fool not to recognise it. So: change begins here. A little at a time. )
Please, I would like to ask to know you better. You would be granted the same favour in turn, regarding myself.
I'm quite familiar with that feeling as well, and thank you.
[He's been exhausted lately, due to a number of things which was why he was dressed for sleep. However, he greets the face with a tired smile to show that he's more than willing to oblige her. At the moment, he's only wearing pants and nothing else. His hair is down.]
...I'm learning the hard way that secrets don't do me a lot of favors with those I trust and care about. Va bene, Elizabeth. But not over the feed, in person?
( Such holds true in all things —but most significantly in this, when things are becoming much more personal. Elizabeth watches him for a moment, before a faint smile tugs her own mouth into something other than a frown or a façade merely hidden by a smile. This one is genuine. )
It seems that is to be the way of it for me, as well. Of course—I do not believe I am able to sleep in solitude this night.
( It always seems to be easier when she has company. )
My chamber is in Evelyn's wing if you would join me. It would be my pleasure.
[On one hand, being that close to Evelyn is bothersome to him. On the other hand, Elizabeth is simply too pleasant of company to really ignore the offer. With a smile, he rises and throws on a light bit of clothing.]
Be happy to spend the evening if you'll have me.
[He gives her a playful wink and disconnects the feed. Mere minutes later, she'll find someone knocking against her door.]
( She's clad in a thin nightshift and nothing else when she opens the door. The relief she feels at having company, and more importantly company she trusts here is evident upon her face. Now, it does not seem as though her guard is up as it tends to be when she's out of this room. In her own space, she is simply herself.
That being the case, she is quick to embrace him once she lets him in and closes the door behind them, sighing deeply. )
[Even the sight of her face is enough to allow him to drop his guard, which he does so easily as he steps inside. His shoulders relax noticeably and he lets out a surprised chuckle as she presses up against him. No time is wasted as he wraps his arms around her.]
I'm grateful to share in such a feeling.
[He presses his forehead against hers in an affectionate gesture and presses a soft kiss against her lips.]
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There is a bar, about six blocks from the mansion to the south. Meet there, 7 in the evening?
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Entering the Bar, Ezio glanced around immediately for Samantha. He took great pains to not look conspicuous. Last thing they needed was trouble after what had happened up at the estate.]
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We really need to get together for actual business one of these days. Not that I have any complaints about you as a lover, but I think we've got other things to discuss of late, don't you? Heh.
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I need to look for a place to buy up. Start small at first and work our way up to a larger hideout.
A letter on his door - Oct 2, 2015
Ezio,
I'm sorry for not getting in contact with you sooner. I'm afraid I ended up elsewhere for a while. I must have worried you and I'm sorry. I hope you're okay, and if possible, I'd like to meet and talk.
- Madoka
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Madoka,
I would like that as well. I had hoped that you had returned home and were free of this place. Even though Id prefer that, I will be quite happy to see you again.
-Ezio Auditore da Firenze
a swoon
... More
frivolouslyimportantly, can she admire his handwriting? Because she is. It's really, really nice. Heavens knows anyone walking in on her room right now will catch her carefully penning a reply while more or less looking at Ezio's response with a bit of a stupid grin on her face.A grin that got dumber as thoughts entered in her mind unbidden.*
This evening, after dinner? At your room?
*Private (for the most part), discreet, and she could bring tea and catch up on anything she missed.
... And there came those thoughts again. Whatever, puppy-struck Puella Magi. Just deliver the letter.*
Early September (backdated)
[ Neither the potion nor the herbal salves will heal him completely right away, but they should help with eliminating at least the surface injuries. He'll still be rather banged up and suffer from the worst of his wounds, but at least his life won't be in danger. ]
A ietter;
Auditore,
I understand you've opened a bank. I've got some questions, if you don't mind answering them.
I'll be downstairs all day, the large man with the scruff if you're interested.
-C.
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Buona giornata. You know my name, but I'm afraid I don't know yours.
[On the off chance he's being watched persistently, he braces to discreetly silence the stranger in case he opens conversation about the bank.]
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[He smiled, and shrugged, offering him a hand.]
I'm called Chika. Pleasure. You up for a walk?
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[Ezio shakes his hand with a firm grip and offers a similar smile. Once the pleasantries are out of the way, he starts towards the exit of the Crossing.]
We'll talk when we get to my bank if that's alright with you?
Action;
Most likely that there he had some sort of wards or protections in place to ensure privacy, if not stealing.]
That's completely fine. I'd rather speak this in private.
I seriously need to upload pics of his bank.
[It's not too long before they walk through the doors of his bank and Ezio beckons Chika towards his office. Inside, Ezio closes the door and motions to the one chair in front of his desk. His office is humble in size and currently lacking the evidence of being worked in so far.]
So, what did you want to speak with me about?
it'll come one day
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at some point during the event
X-mas Gift
around the holidays and not late at all >.>
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the note reads: for the joy of the new year. sincerely, thranduil. ]
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Sir—pardon me, but are you awake yet? It has occurred to me that I have been woefully remiss in not wishing anyone a belated Christmas, and I would convey those good wishes to you now.
I must thank you, for thinking of me. You are kind, and I have been afraid. ( It's a big admission, and one she needs to make whilst she still harbours the courage to do so. Honestly: it's about time, too. )
I have seen so many come and go, in two worlds other than our own before this one; sometimes, those whom had called me friend no longer remembered me. It is daunting, to consider befriending others when the odds of losing them are so high.
( But this time is precious, and she has been a fool not to recognise it. So: change begins here. A little at a time. )
Please, I would like to ask to know you better. You would be granted the same favour in turn, regarding myself.
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[He's been exhausted lately, due to a number of things which was why he was dressed for sleep. However, he greets the face with a tired smile to show that he's more than willing to oblige her. At the moment, he's only wearing pants and nothing else. His hair is down.]
...I'm learning the hard way that secrets don't do me a lot of favors with those I trust and care about. Va bene, Elizabeth. But not over the feed, in person?
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( Such holds true in all things —but most significantly in this, when things are becoming much more personal. Elizabeth watches him for a moment, before a faint smile tugs her own mouth into something other than a frown or a façade merely hidden by a smile. This one is genuine. )
It seems that is to be the way of it for me, as well. Of course—I do not believe I am able to sleep in solitude this night.
( It always seems to be easier when she has company. )
My chamber is in Evelyn's wing if you would join me. It would be my pleasure.
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Be happy to spend the evening if you'll have me.
[He gives her a playful wink and disconnects the feed. Mere minutes later, she'll find someone knocking against her door.]
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That being the case, she is quick to embrace him once she lets him in and closes the door behind them, sighing deeply. )
I am always happy to have you near.
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I'm grateful to share in such a feeling.
[He presses his forehead against hers in an affectionate gesture and presses a soft kiss against her lips.]
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