[OPEN + CLOSED] Just stay awake, stay alive

[sicarius]

Who: An unconscious/half-conscious Ezio (sicarius) and you!
What: WELP. Looks like someone's bleeding all over from suddenly disappearing and then reappearing back in the city.
When: Now, day 95
Where: ...lmao I have no clue THE HORSE HAS A MIND OF ITS OWN??? They'll head towards Sigyn in the open section though so idek
Rating: PG-13 at most, he's kinda bleeding because he was shot whoops
Note: Ezio will be found by the AC crew first and so that part will be closed. Then he'll be taken by horse to the hospital, which will be open.

[This is all wrong.

He hadn't expected it- to sleep in Asgard for just a second, only to be back home and not remember anything of the city run by the gods. Not remember the faces, the names, the adventures...

Not even the promises made.

Right now, Ezio can barely register anything around him. His right shoulder feels cold and he can't seem to move it, let alone move the rest of his body. It's like a dead weight, the trodding of the horse the only thing that is constant and very real at this moment. He's been traveling, traveling, making his way to Roma to warn Machiavelli and everyone else of the ambush of the villa. The sabotage of Monteriggioni. The death of his uncle by Borgia hands.

How many people would he keep losing to them?

His semi-conscious train of thought vaguely registers the sound of a thud, and a slight pain that comes from his side, though he's too weak to even realize he's fallen off his horse. The maestro only hears it, thinks of it as something he might have hit or bumped into, doesn't register that he's on the road of Asgard by now and bleeding out against the ground. All that comes to his ears is the sweet sound of silence, that guarantees rest. And for once, he does not argue, letting unconsciousness take over and slip him into an endless and empty void.]

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[auditor]

[ ha, like she is leaving this room. currently, laying by his side and in his bed. otherwise known as cuddling. they remain fifteen and seventeen at heart. ]

[sicarius]

[This is much like home. Either it was something he was comforting her over, or they just needed time together- but it reminds him of the life they never really had. So much has been lost, so much will still be lost, from what he remembers of her reactions.

Gently, he lays his cheek on her head, tired and wishing he somehow could have remembered, made this better, easier to understand and accept. But he can't. It's another gaping hole in his heart, one that is just as quickly filled with grief as it is with vengeance.

He hates this.]

[auditor]

[ it's later that claudia says anything. if she had not been deathly quiet through visitors, then she feigned sleep — once or twice, came close to it in actuality. but her brain has been working too much. he should have remained home. she should have joined him. they should be stopping the borgia for good. instead, they are here, and she wants "here" to be forever. with their family, too. mother and father, brothers, and uncle... ]

It's not your fault.

[ is it too late for him to believe she thinks that? she does, though. she really, truly does. ]

[sicarius]

So.

[It's deadened compared to her voice. Claudia's words fall to him like a trickle effect- he knows. Knows it isn't his fault, that she doesn't blame him for it. That even if he had done all the right things, death would still take someone. It always does.

But that does not change the fact that he still blames himself, her influence or not. That he should have known, should have seen it coming. Even if that wasn't possible. Every death he sees of those he knows, of those he cares for, is yet another burden he carries across his shoulders. And uses as the fuel for the fires that send him onward as an assassin.]

[auditor]

[ pause. ]

One day... You have to believe it, too.

[ claudia has spent a very long time telling herself these own reassurances. and it feels so wrong, but she knows, as much as she believes, these things aren't her fault. rarely does she entertain the thought of "i could have made it different," these days. those moments are for a little girl claudia almost forgets. ]

[sicarius]

[It plagues him from time to time, especially in moments like these. Where he cannot keep himself occupied because there is nothing he can do.

He knows. He knows it isn't his fault. But that won't stop the wounds from hurting all the same.]

And I will. I promise.

[auditor]

Good.

[ she doesn't feel like moving, and even if she did, it would be difficult to do so without hurting ezio. so instead, claudia kisses the knuckles of the closest hand. it will suffice in place of a kiss on his cheek or forehead. ]