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asgardmeridiem2014-06-12 03:08 pm
pushesgently) wrote in asgardmeridiem2014-06-12 03:08 pm
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I was just guessing at numbers and figures, pulling your puzzles apart
Who: Altaïr and assorted loved ones
What: The aftermath of this fight
When: Night of 459 through early the next morning
Where: Odin 105 - A Needle in a Haystack
Rating: Man angst
[Altaïr isn't one to leave things undone or storm out to nurse his own feelings, but there is nothing to be gained by staying in their apartment, and everything to be lost.
How could she think what she does—and how could she say it? Anger and heartbreak vie for supremacy inside him until he tries to push all of it away, though there's guilt there too. But he can't take back his own words and Maria won't take back hers.
Asgard is quiet at this hour, and he finds his feet take the path toward the shop automatically. He'll return in a few hours, no doubt, but for now he has to be—elsewhere. It might as well be there.]
What: The aftermath of this fight
When: Night of 459 through early the next morning
Where: Odin 105 - A Needle in a Haystack
Rating: Man angst
[Altaïr isn't one to leave things undone or storm out to nurse his own feelings, but there is nothing to be gained by staying in their apartment, and everything to be lost.
How could she think what she does—and how could she say it? Anger and heartbreak vie for supremacy inside him until he tries to push all of it away, though there's guilt there too. But he can't take back his own words and Maria won't take back hers.
Asgard is quiet at this hour, and he finds his feet take the path toward the shop automatically. He'll return in a few hours, no doubt, but for now he has to be—elsewhere. It might as well be there.]
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[An acknowledgement, an agreement, as Ezio realizes that this is his fault, and accepts it. Still, there is something of praise being given when he speaks again, in relation to the next question.]
He was quiet, observant, tall. He had your face, but had Maria's eyes. Darim was incredibly intelligent, even when he didn't speak. He knew far more than he ever told us.
[There is a beat here, and Ezio sighs.]
He also was lonely, I believe. Maria was not here when he was, and you... [There is hesitation, but he still speaks.] You did not know him, nor were you anything your son remembered.
[You were a complete douchebag to your own son.]
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The qualities he lists are enough to make any father proud, and any Mentor. Yes, he would want that for Darim, the ability to watch and listen, to use his mind as much as his blade. But he already knows his son being here cannot have only been a good thing. If Darim was lonely, it was not because he lacked family.
Ezio doesn't need to spell it out.]
I was at the height of my arrogance.
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Recently demoted, in fact. Your tongue was still as sharp as ever. [He remembers Altaïr challenging him at every step he made, every choice he told to others. You are not Al Mualim, you have no right to the title of Mentor, old man. There was no respect there, nothing more than to test and defy him at every turn, and it took every ounce of patience Ezio had not to throw him out every time.
But he tilts his head at that, trying to pull back the old conversation with the new.]
He never spoke ill of you, though. Even after seeing you as such. You were a great man in his eyes, Altaïr.
A son does not hold that amount of respect for his father unless he loves him. [A beat, and the words he says next are very gentle.] There are many here already who have said you are a father in more ways than one, nonno. Do not doubt yourself- you are meant to be great as a Mentor and as a parent. I have never doubted that fact once.
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But he does the respect of which Ezio speaks, the way he looked up to his father. One day I will be an Assassin like him. And when Ezio calls him nonno, something in his face softens.]
Thank you.
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Prego. I mean every word. [A beat, and he looks over the blades in a pile and back to Altaïr again.] Now, is it necessary to keep working on these, now that we have seemed to find a place for both of us to stand on even ground?
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It is. As I said, they need the maintenance.
[And...he's not ready to rush back to Maria's side. Not yet. He needs to process what he's heard, and she doubtless needs some time herself.]
But I wouldn't object to some help.
THEY ARE THE GAYEST DADS I S2G
Now that I would agree to eagerly.
THE MOSTEST GAYEST DADS
Then take a seat, my friend.