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Notes: 2 / 1 year ago
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Notes: 18 / 1 year ago from imitation-assassin (originally from imitation-assassin)
@Cristina
Cristina pondered a moment not really knowing why he shouldn’t spare her. “Well if anything I could say I haven’t lived my life but…. My life is already set, I don’t know why you should.” She said softly to the man crossing her arms.
“Your life is ‘set’?” He tilted his head and blade stayed when he sheathed it one more time. “What do you mean? No life should be ‘set’ for one as young as you are.”
”How else is any other woman’s life set?” She said with a sigh. “Forced marriage, unhappy living, forced submission, shall I go on?” She asked kicking a rock at her feet as she gazed at the blood on her sleeve once more.
The keen eyes moved to the rock for split second then returned to the woman’s feet. “You…are an odd one.” He straightened from his defensive stance and flicked his head in the direction they came. “Leave. I am done with you.”
Cristina reache dup and pulled the mans hood back with eyes dead set. “Don’t you understand?! I don’t /want/ to leave. I don’t /want/ to live!” She shouted looking at the man.
Lupo rose his arm to his eyes immediately when his hood was tugged. “What madness do you speak, woman?! Of course I do not understand that you want your life to end! I will not help you in this endeavor. Now what else could you want with me? I said you may go.”
”So help me god I will scream for a guard.” She said her eyes leveling with the man. “Or atleast teach me to fight, to aid myself.” She said gently. “I don’t want to be like other wives and listen only to her husbands hands.”
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Notes: 18 / 1 year ago from imitation-assassin (originally from imitation-assassin)
@Cristina
Cristina pondered a moment not really knowing why he shouldn’t spare her. “Well if anything I could say I haven’t lived my life but…. My life is already set, I don’t know why you should.” She said softly to the man crossing her arms.
“Your life is ‘set’?” He tilted his head and blade stayed when he sheathed it one more time. “What do you mean? No life should be ‘set’ for one as young as you are.”
”How else is any other woman’s life set?” She said with a sigh. “Forced marriage, unhappy living, forced submission, shall I go on?” She asked kicking a rock at her feet as she gazed at the blood on her sleeve once more.
The keen eyes moved to the rock for split second then returned to the woman’s feet. “You…are an odd one.” He straightened from his defensive stance and flicked his head in the direction they came. “Leave. I am done with you.”
Cristina reache dup and pulled the mans hood back with eyes dead set. “Don’t you understand?! I don’t /want/ to leave. I don’t /want/ to live!” She shouted looking at the man.
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Notes: 18 / 1 year ago from imitation-assassin (originally from imitation-assassin)
@Cristina
Cristina pondered a moment not really knowing why he shouldn’t spare her. “Well if anything I could say I haven’t lived my life but…. My life is already set, I don’t know why you should.” She said softly to the man crossing her arms.
“Your life is ‘set’?” He tilted his head and blade stayed when he sheathed it one more time. “What do you mean? No life should be ‘set’ for one as young as you are.”
”How else is any other woman’s life set?” She said with a sigh. “Forced marriage, unhappy living, forced submission, shall I go on?” She asked kicking a rock at her feet as she gazed at the blood on her sleeve once more.
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Notes: 18 / 1 year ago from imitation-assassin (originally from imitation-assassin)
@Cristina
Il Lupo had just got back into town after a successful contract fulfillment. He found the nearest fountain and hurriedly washed his switchblade in the water, not wanting to be out in the open for long. Once he was satisfied he ducked into an alleyway and behind a haystack to wait a while. He was used to waiting. It took the majority of time on a well-planned mission, for the kill itself took seconds. It could have been days but he didn’t care.
A warm day, nothing else to do. Cristina decided to do what she always did when she was bored or alone. She walked.
Moving down the street Cristina smiled as the sun beat down upon her face. She was to go to a party that night, nothing else she dreaded more. Ever since Ezio left her father had been pestering her to go become more social, find a suitor. Cristina sat next to fountain, her fingers playing in the water before she realized she had a stain on her sleeve. Raising her arm the woman examined the stain only to realize it was blood. Standing quickly Cristina gazed down at the fountain to see a few stray drops of blood.
Lupo heard even Cristina’s soft steps and expertly crept around the other side of the fountain. When he was close enough he held her from behind, his blade at her neck.
“Who are you?” He said silently and quickly.
Cristina was stunned as she felt the cold metal hit against her neck, taking a sharp breath in she spoke softly into the air as not to draw attention. “C-cristina Vespucci.” She whispered gently her eyes never leaving the stain on her sleeve.
He felt her breath hitch and her body tense in his arms. Her voice was soothing, and anyone after him wouldn’t have had such a genuine reaction. Before Lupo would do anything else but hold her close, however, he walked her into the alleyway he came from and behind a haystack. “More information. Your family.”
Cristina felt the man pressed against her as he drug her into the alley. Once she was hidden with the man Cristina became slightly more nervous, yet as soon as he mentioned her family her heart began to race. “My father trades with other cities, that is all I assure you.”
With a thoughtful click of his tongue, Lupo felt he could release his hold. His switchblade not folding back in just yet, he pulled his hood further down over his face until only his nose and mouth could seen. Only then he came out from behind her. “Why are you alone? Any man knows better than to leave his woman wandering about in these dangerous times.”
Cristina felt her body ease as she was released by she could still feel the graze of the sharp steel. Watching as the man came around, he wore a hood; much like Ezio’s sending a pang of hurt to her stomach. “I have no man to control me, I am free to roam as I wish.” She said her breathing slowly calming down.
“Whether you have a man or not, you need to be careful.” He smirked. “The city has become a den of wolves.” He flicked his weapon in and out of its holster playfully as he spoke. The movements were fluid. “In any case, you were not supposed to see anything, even a couple of drops of blood.”
Cristina eyed the weapon, then the man. Her heart racing faster and faster with each fluid flick. “And what would you do, cut out my tongue? Kill me?” She asked, her hazel orbs gazing at whomever was hiding within the shadows of the hood.
“I would, I could, and I certainly should.” His smile grew and he turned his head to the side reflexively when he felt her eyes on his face. “Give me a reason why I shouldn’t?” The man was really just teasing. She hadn’t seen his face, she wasn’t an assassin from what he had gathered which was a lot in the short time of their meeting. If he wanted to he could let her go scott free.
Cristina pondered a moment not really knowing why he shouldn’t spare her. “Well if anything I could say I haven’t lived my life but…. My life is already set, I don’t know why you should.” She said softly to the man crossing her arms.
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Notes: 18 / 1 year ago from imitation-assassin (originally from imitation-assassin)
@Cristina
Il Lupo had just got back into town after a successful contract fulfillment. He found the nearest fountain and hurriedly washed his switchblade in the water, not wanting to be out in the open for long. Once he was satisfied he ducked into an alleyway and behind a haystack to wait a while. He was used to waiting. It took the majority of time on a well-planned mission, for the kill itself took seconds. It could have been days but he didn’t care.
A warm day, nothing else to do. Cristina decided to do what she always did when she was bored or alone. She walked.
Moving down the street Cristina smiled as the sun beat down upon her face. She was to go to a party that night, nothing else she dreaded more. Ever since Ezio left her father had been pestering her to go become more social, find a suitor. Cristina sat next to fountain, her fingers playing in the water before she realized she had a stain on her sleeve. Raising her arm the woman examined the stain only to realize it was blood. Standing quickly Cristina gazed down at the fountain to see a few stray drops of blood.
Lupo heard even Cristina’s soft steps and expertly crept around the other side of the fountain. When he was close enough he held her from behind, his blade at her neck.
“Who are you?” He said silently and quickly.
Cristina was stunned as she felt the cold metal hit against her neck, taking a sharp breath in she spoke softly into the air as not to draw attention. “C-cristina Vespucci.” She whispered gently her eyes never leaving the stain on her sleeve.
He felt her breath hitch and her body tense in his arms. Her voice was soothing, and anyone after him wouldn’t have had such a genuine reaction. Before Lupo would do anything else but hold her close, however, he walked her into the alleyway he came from and behind a haystack. “More information. Your family.”
Cristina felt the man pressed against her as he drug her into the alley. Once she was hidden with the man Cristina became slightly more nervous, yet as soon as he mentioned her family her heart began to race. “My father trades with other cities, that is all I assure you.”
With a thoughtful click of his tongue, Lupo felt he could release his hold. His switchblade not folding back in just yet, he pulled his hood further down over his face until only his nose and mouth could seen. Only then he came out from behind her. “Why are you alone? Any man knows better than to leave his woman wandering about in these dangerous times.”
Cristina felt her body ease as she was released by she could still feel the graze of the sharp steel. Watching as the man came around, he wore a hood; much like Ezio’s sending a pang of hurt to her stomach. “I have no man to control me, I am free to roam as I wish.” She said her breathing slowly calming down.
“Whether you have a man or not, you need to be careful.” He smirked. “The city has become a den of wolves.” He flicked his weapon in and out of its holster playfully as he spoke. The movements were fluid. “In any case, you were not supposed to see anything, even a couple of drops of blood.”
Cristina eyed the weapon, then the man. Her heart racing faster and faster with each fluid flick. “And what would you do, cut out my tongue? Kill me?” She asked, her hazel orbs gazing at whomever was hiding within the shadows of the hood.
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Notes: 18 / 1 year ago from imitation-assassin (originally from imitation-assassin)
@Cristina
Il Lupo had just got back into town after a successful contract fulfillment. He found the nearest fountain and hurriedly washed his switchblade in the water, not wanting to be out in the open for long. Once he was satisfied he ducked into an alleyway and behind a haystack to wait a while. He was used to waiting. It took the majority of time on a well-planned mission, for the kill itself took seconds. It could have been days but he didn’t care.
A warm day, nothing else to do. Cristina decided to do what she always did when she was bored or alone. She walked.
Moving down the street Cristina smiled as the sun beat down upon her face. She was to go to a party that night, nothing else she dreaded more. Ever since Ezio left her father had been pestering her to go become more social, find a suitor. Cristina sat next to fountain, her fingers playing in the water before she realized she had a stain on her sleeve. Raising her arm the woman examined the stain only to realize it was blood. Standing quickly Cristina gazed down at the fountain to see a few stray drops of blood.
Lupo heard even Cristina’s soft steps and expertly crept around the other side of the fountain. When he was close enough he held her from behind, his blade at her neck.
“Who are you?” He said silently and quickly.
Cristina was stunned as she felt the cold metal hit against her neck, taking a sharp breath in she spoke softly into the air as not to draw attention. “C-cristina Vespucci.” She whispered gently her eyes never leaving the stain on her sleeve.
He felt her breath hitch and her body tense in his arms. Her voice was soothing, and anyone after him wouldn’t have had such a genuine reaction. Before Lupo would do anything else but hold her close, however, he walked her into the alleyway he came from and behind a haystack. “More information. Your family.”
Cristina felt the man pressed against her as he drug her into the alley. Once she was hidden with the man Cristina became slightly more nervous, yet as soon as he mentioned her family her heart began to race. “My father trades with other cities, that is all I assure you.”
With a thoughtful click of his tongue, Lupo felt he could release his hold. His switchblade not folding back in just yet, he pulled his hood further down over his face until only his nose and mouth could seen. Only then he came out from behind her. “Why are you alone? Any man knows better than to leave his woman wandering about in these dangerous times.”
Cristina felt her body ease as she was released by she could still feel the graze of the sharp steel. Watching as the man came around, he wore a hood; much like Ezio’s sending a pang of hurt to her stomach. “I have no man to control me, I am free to roam as I wish.” She said her breathing slowly calming down.
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Notes: 18 / 1 year ago from imitation-assassin (originally from imitation-assassin)
@Cristina
Il Lupo had just got back into town after a successful contract fulfillment. He found the nearest fountain and hurriedly washed his switchblade in the water, not wanting to be out in the open for long. Once he was satisfied he ducked into an alleyway and behind a haystack to wait a while. He was used to waiting. It took the majority of time on a well-planned mission, for the kill itself took seconds. It could have been days but he didn’t care.
A warm day, nothing else to do. Cristina decided to do what she always did when she was bored or alone. She walked.
Moving down the street Cristina smiled as the sun beat down upon her face. She was to go to a party that night, nothing else she dreaded more. Ever since Ezio left her father had been pestering her to go become more social, find a suitor. Cristina sat next to fountain, her fingers playing in the water before she realized she had a stain on her sleeve. Raising her arm the woman examined the stain only to realize it was blood. Standing quickly Cristina gazed down at the fountain to see a few stray drops of blood.
Lupo heard even Cristina’s soft steps and expertly crept around the other side of the fountain. When he was close enough he held her from behind, his blade at her neck.
“Who are you?” He said silently and quickly.
Cristina was stunned as she felt the cold metal hit against her neck, taking a sharp breath in she spoke softly into the air as not to draw attention. “C-cristina Vespucci.” She whispered gently her eyes never leaving the stain on her sleeve.
He felt her breath hitch and her body tense in his arms. Her voice was soothing, and anyone after him wouldn’t have had such a genuine reaction. Before Lupo would do anything else but hold her close, however, he walked her into the alleyway he came from and behind a haystack. “More information. Your family.”
Cristina felt the man pressed against her as he drug her into the alley. Once she was hidden with the man Cristina became slightly more nervous, yet as soon as he mentioned her family her heart began to race. “My father trades with other cities, that is all I assure you.”
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Notes: 18 / 1 year ago from imitation-assassin (originally from imitation-assassin)
@Cristina
Il Lupo had just got back into town after a successful contract fulfillment. He found the nearest fountain and hurriedly washed his switchblade in the water, not wanting to be out in the open for long. Once he was satisfied he ducked into an alleyway and behind a haystack to wait a while. He was used to waiting. It took the majority of time on a well-planned mission, for the kill itself took seconds. It could have been days but he didn’t care.
A warm day, nothing else to do. Cristina decided to do what she always did when she was bored or alone. She walked.
Moving down the street Cristina smiled as the sun beat down upon her face. She was to go to a party that night, nothing else she dreaded more. Ever since Ezio left her father had been pestering her to go become more social, find a suitor. Cristina sat next to fountain, her fingers playing in the water before she realized she had a stain on her sleeve. Raising her arm the woman examined the stain only to realize it was blood. Standing quickly Cristina gazed down at the fountain to see a few stray drops of blood.
Lupo heard even Cristina’s soft steps and expertly crept around the other side of the fountain. When he was close enough he held her from behind, his blade at her neck.
“Who are you?” He said silently and quickly.
Cristina was stunned as she felt the cold metal hit against her neck, taking a sharp breath in she spoke softly into the air as not to draw attention. “C-cristina Vespucci.” She whispered gently her eyes never leaving the stain on her sleeve.
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Notes: 12 / 1 year ago from tutto-e-lecito-deactivated20120 (originally from momentarilywaiting)
@Ezio
Cristina sighed gently as her fingers touched the over grown vines on the legs of the bench. “Did… Did he..d-d…” Cristina choked on her words hoping he understand what she meant. “A-as well?”
“Die?” the first thing he could assume she meant. After a moment he nodded. “Si.” He shifted awkwardly, pursing his lips.
Cristina felt mixed emotions. Looking at Ezio, her true love. Faced with the death of her husband. She shook her head before very gently speaking. “A-and you? What happened to you..”
“Nothing happened to me. I did what I have been doing since I left Firenze.” Even with his title as grand master things hadn’t changed much. If anything he started to pay closer attention to details that didn’t need such focus. He wanted to avoid giving Cristina details until he could properly word and explain them.
Cristina nodded gently, folding her hands neatly in her lap. Her father had died before she had… She doubted Ezio would know of the fate of her mother. Standing Cristina kicked the dirt beneath her feet. What else was there to do? The man seemed more than distant; Cristina didn’t blame him. Her home was boarded up, she had nothing, nothing at all in this world. Her hands gently snaked around the chain that hung from her neck. She would always hold the pendant when in times of pain or fear. What was the point? Ezio was right there, he seemed completely…. Dazed. “H-have you heard any words from Firenze since I left… I knew father passed on shortly before, but… What about my mother?”
“No,” Ezio cleared his throat. “I have heard little from Firenze that doesn’t involve…” he trailed off and shrugged. His work. The assassins. Novices sent there. Anything involving that. That was it, very little otherwise.
Cristina nodded gently and turned towards Ezio. What were they to do now? Flash backs of Ezio moments before her death coursed through her mind, the sound of Ezio haunting cries telling her to hold on. His face as she was slipping from life. Cristina broke away from the memories only to find her face wet with tears. Wrapping her arms around her stomach Cristina attempted to hold in a sob but it was too late. Cristina raised her hands to her eyes. Too many memories, all coming back too soon. It was too much.
Ezio stepped closer, hesitantly reaching a hand up to her cheek. He wiped at the tears and sighed. “Cara, the past is the past now. Lingering there will get in the way of the future.” Words of advice he did not exactly live by.
”W-what future Ezio?! I should not have a future!” She said more tears pouring from her eyes. Her small shoulders hunched as she buried her face into her hands.
His hand dropped. “But you have one now, no?” The smile he gave was small and forced, trying to be comforting.
Cristina forced herself to take deep breathes finally calming down. She had no idea what to do next. “I… I’m so confused Ezio.”
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