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asgardmeridiem2014-01-10 11:07 pm
sicarius) wrote in asgardmeridiem2014-01-10 11:07 pm
[OPEN] When you're free to choose but the choices leave you lost
Who: Ezio and EVERYONE EVER (aka you)
What: After the past few days of arguing with Desmond, trying to talk and instead arguing/being ridiculed by Shaun, and Connor losing his temper, the Italian is in sore need of a break. To top things off, Caterina has gone missing.
When: Day 384-387
Where: ALL OVER ASGARD it's a pick your own adventure!
Rating: PG13 at best
[This is just not his week.
Ezio is tired. No, more than that. He feels exhausted, run down to the spare fumes that he carries on the long nights where he just cannot sleep, bound by nightmares and pushed by adrenaline to lengths he really should not go. He does not find himself in this predicament often, and while the sleepless nights are a common thing for him due to his line of work, this has led to him being far more weary mentally then perhaps against other difficult times.
You can find him any of these places on any day wearing this, as he'll be around quite often, trying to relieve the amount of stress suddenly thrown onto him.
What: After the past few days of arguing with Desmond, trying to talk and instead arguing/being ridiculed by Shaun, and Connor losing his temper, the Italian is in sore need of a break. To top things off, Caterina has gone missing.
When: Day 384-387
Where: ALL OVER ASGARD it's a pick your own adventure!
Rating: PG13 at best
[This is just not his week.
Ezio is tired. No, more than that. He feels exhausted, run down to the spare fumes that he carries on the long nights where he just cannot sleep, bound by nightmares and pushed by adrenaline to lengths he really should not go. He does not find himself in this predicament often, and while the sleepless nights are a common thing for him due to his line of work, this has led to him being far more weary mentally then perhaps against other difficult times.
You can find him any of these places on any day wearing this, as he'll be around quite often, trying to relieve the amount of stress suddenly thrown onto him.
ODIN; A NEEDLE IN A HAYSTACK: It's been a long day and it's not even halfway through, but Ezio all the same can be found plopped in a chair in a corner of the shop, rubbing his face with his hands and pinching the bridge of his nose. He looks terrible, his age beginning to show with the greys in his hair- limited though they are, they're still visible- and he sighs, closing his eyes and trying to think. The Italian doesn't look unapproachable, in fact, he would actually appreciate some company. Goodness knows he needs something positive rather than negative these days.
SIGYN; ROOFTOPS/WELCOME HALL: Free running is something he does just as easy as breathing, and so it's no surprise to find him flying above, with everyone else down below. In a sense, it is freeing, just as flight can be to a bird, or water for a fish. He crosses the rooftops, makes his way across the district and perches on ledges, eying the ash-ridden horizon with weary eyes. There's no particular destination he has in mind, and so it's a rather aimless wandering on his behalf.
The Welcome Hall, however, he decides to visit if only for a little nostalgia. He has no intent on going anywhere further than the main hall, as he doesn't want to run into certain family members if they don't want to see him. The interior is warmer and more welcoming than the outside, and he doesn't seem to be looking for anyone. Still, conversation is not something he'll turn down.
OTHER; STREETS: At times he is easy to spot, a tall Italian among the crowds and making his way through them with remarkable ease, hands gently pushing people aside, as if he knows just exactly where to touch to get them to move. Sometimes he sits on a bench, watching the crowds pass by, eyes alert and silently making note of everyone he sees. But perhaps the interesting thing about him is that he is far easier to lose and disappear completely from the eye, rather than to follow. He blends in groups of people, becomes hidden in the most open ends of the street- you would think a man of his height would stand out, but he doesn't. Carefully trained eyes will spot him blending, but for what purpose... well. He can't get rusty on his own skills, now can he?]
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Alastair doesn't know. So he's silent, not really looking at Ezio, trying to figure out how best to begin.]
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Alastair. [A beat, and he looks back at him, studying a little.]
I may be tired, but I am not blind. [He actually grins, joking a little. Sometimes you're a little easy to read, beebin. Not that he's complaining right now.]
If you have something to ask, then ask. Now would be as good a time as any.
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It's certainly a change from before, when he was nearly impossible to read.
But he looks back up at Ezio with a serious expression.]
I'd like to go. To Alfheim.
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So when he speaks, he watches the other, serious expression of his own. He nods, to show he understands.]
If you do, what is your plan?
[It's not to grill him, and the words are said with care, not sternness. Wanting to go and planning on what to do before wanting to go are two different things, and the more that Alastair prepares himself, the better.]
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[It's not exactly a specific plan, but it's a general idea he's been working on since they decided they'd go and help.]
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Is anyone else going that you know?
[More of a father-like question with this one, though it also serves as "someone who can watch your back." With everything that's been going on, Ezio has been out of the loop a little on who all is deciding to go.]
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I'm not sure. I haven't really spoken about it with anyone else yet. I wanted to ask you first.
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Va bene. So long as you can find someone you trust, then go. I give you my permission.
[A breath, and Ezio breathes out through his nose, hesitating if only slightly, before speaking again.]
Be careful, Alastair.
[He won't say "be safe," because nothing about this rescue is safe. He won't say "do not die," because he knows better than anyone that he cannot control what the outcome is in a war. Try as he might, fate often has other plans.
And really, he'd just like to stop losing family, even if death is only temporary. For every one that happens leaves a mark on his heart, an empty point in which he cannot completely refill, no matter how hard he tries.]
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Thank you, Ezio. I will.
[He means it.]
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I know. Now go, make me proud.
[He means that wholeheartedly.]
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While it may seem like just an embrace, at this moment, it says so much more. That despite the hardships and the wrong things said, despite the arguments and different viewpoints, Ezio is still a good person. He still means well, and what he has done has led others to something more. For both themselves, and for the others around them.]
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Thank you. For everything.
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[For some, it may just look like he's searching for words, a moment where he is possibly lost for them, among everything else. But between him and Alastair, it is clear to see that Ezio is actually blown away by the simplest of words. His throat tightens and his jaw sets firmly- not in anger, but instead in gratefulness, and it shows in his eyes.]
No, thank you. For trusting us, and considering us enough to be family.
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[He watches him leave, a soft smile on his face.
He could not be prouder of Alastair than he is at this moment. What was once a boy buried under repressed emotions and the fear of them is now a young man who strives for what is right and good, and fearlessly chooses his own path for his future. He has grown in so many ways, and Ezio is thankful to have him in his family.]