m o b i l e ⇨ Somarium

[sable_repose]

♫ Ring Ring Ring ♫
❝Sfortunato, I have missed your call. Mi dispiace veramente, leave me a message––

and I will return to you as soon as I can. Buon viaggio, amico.❞ –– Ezio.

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[sable_repose]

Ezio tilt his head back with a snort, then forward with a grin. He stretched out his legs on the ground before his chair and smoothed his palms on the chair's arms. "Ah, everyone needs a good stroking." He exaggerated and huffed over a confident grin to his lips. "It is essential to remind us that we are appreciated, we are needed." He looked between Altaïr's eyes and down to the scar at his mouth. "Anyway, I need it, for you and for myself." He confessed, not embarrassed or guilty for it.

[falcondive]

A good stroking. Such a choice of words, it had Altaïr's bottom lip between his lip a moment to prevent himself a snort of his own. Altaïr had never been one to be very emotive, nor indeed to have many emotions besides a drive to succeed and to be the best, and often anger or at least heated blood toward violence. Something about Ezio was putting him at ease though, made him feel comfortable and light. Perhaps it was fact he respected Altaïr already, and was so comfortable in saying so.

At the admittance of his own pride Altaïr felt a further kinship to this new brother, and he finally allowed himself a sharp exhale through his nose that was nearly a chuckle. Ezio was amusing, as well as capable.

"Then allow me stroke you in return, Ezio. I am highly impressed with this den." Altaïr looked briefly around the room but then his eyes were sharp on Ezio again, taking in the details of the man. "With your stature..." He was a big man, it wasn't the first or last time he would mentally remark on that fact. "With your abilities, and what you have done here. It is not often I compliment others but it is due here, I will say it freely. You have impressed me." After this was said it was no good, Altaïr could no longer subdue nor hide it, he gave Ezio a smile.

[sable_repose]

Ezio bowed his head in gratitude for Altaïr's kind words and lifted his head in time to see the smile. It was kind and full and that dark mysterious edge Altaïr had, Ezio noticed softened and the light from his eyes seeped through his expression. He was beautiful.

It was something to be acknowledged and complimented by Altaïr, a feeling he wouldn't forget or let go so quickly, it warmed him from the inside out and made him feel pride in abundance. He returned the smile.