I'll tell you all about it when I see you again (Ezio and Leonardo)

[tuttoelecito]

"Oh you found another one, how exciting"

Ezio jerked awake at the sound of his alarm, the gentle Italian voice echoing in his mind for a moment longer before he shook it away. That was the third time this week, the dreams were getting more common, and more vivid. Technically they were all different dreams, he was talking in a cluttered workshop or on a bench, or running across rooftops, leaping from buildings, getting in fights... but always it was the same him, in Renaissance Italy, and Leonardo was always there...

He wondered if they meant anything, but he also didn't want to think about it too closely, too worried that he would come to a conclusion he wasn't sure he liked. Nothing ever happened in the dreams, but there was always this feeling... a feeling that he always knew he couldn't do anything about, because of social and religious reasons that didn't make any sense to him in this day and age, but seemed so clear and obvious and scary when he was in the dream world.

His contemplations were not making any sense, in fact all they were doing was making him late, he glanced at his clock and swore, rolling out of bed and throwing on some clothes. Shoving his hair back into a ponytail he ran for the door and took off running down the street - resisting the urge that always followed his dreams, the urge to start climbing the walls and sprinting across the rooftops instead of the street.

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[howexciting]

"It's all right, Leonardo. Just do what you need to do."

Leo found himself not wanting to open his eyes, even though he was definitely awake. The image of that man, his smile, that gentle voice, his golden eyes gleaming with fondness... it was almost enough to keep him from stirring. That was, until he heard his doorbell buzzing. With a sigh, he slowly sat up and shuffled out of bed, brushing his hair back with his fingers. He buzzed his guest in, quickly pulling on some clothes so that he might not look like he just woke up at eleven in the morning. He was quickly admonished by his assistant, Francesco, in person, who pulled out a suit for him to wear and presented him with an airplane ticket to London. He was told that he must meet with the representatives of HSBC in person, to obtain funding for a very lucrative contract with Abstergo. He was also informed that this contract with Abstergo is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity - why, anyone obtaining that contract would surely be tapped for more work in the future. He was told to pack sparingly, and that Francesco would be waiting in the taxi for him.

And all through this, he could not forget that man's smile.

Ezio, he thought he called him once, reflecting on his dreams over the past week as he tossed some casual clothes into a suitcase, folding another suit on top of it. The man with the alluring smile and the scarred lip was a nobleman of some renown in his dreams, and Leo had the sense that he was someone moderately famous himself. His usually sharp mind was having trouble remembering anything, as much as he hated to admit that his sharp memory did not extend into his dreamscape. Leo sighed as he glanced at his (now full) suitcase; he would have to make do without his usual beauty regimen for this trip. It was, after all, only for one weekend. But he would not go without his red beret. His hair was still a mess, after all, and it was at least semi-professional with his suit. Quickly closing the suitcase, he took his usual work portfolio and stuffed it in his messenger bag, forgetting entirely that his sketchbook and pencils were still inside as he rushed out the door. His thoughts returned to the dark-haired Italian the instant he got into the taxi, and he tuned out Francesco's words for the most part.

The flight was successful, in that it arrived on time in Heathrow airport. He was met by a short man who welcomed him to London, happily escorting him to a limousine. Frankly, Leo was flabbergasted by his treatment, but he thanked the man all the same. He was entirely grateful up until he got inside and realized just who was trying to butter him up by the Abstergo company card left with the complimentary champagne. That soured his mood quite a bit, and led him to instead stare out the window on the ride there, and dream of the handsome man who leapt over rooftops and fought with the skill of a hundred men...

He arrived as HSBC's headquarters with little trouble, leaving his suitcase in the car so that the driver might deliver it to his hotel. He kept his messenger bag with him, pulling his beret to better sit on his head. He took a deep breath before entering, introducing himself to the first available teller, who politely escorted him to a boardroom that was set up specifically for this meeting. He was told that the associate he would be meeting with was running a little late, but that he shouldn't be more than five minutes. And so Leo smiled and nodded, thanking her as he pulled out the contents of his bag. That was when he noticed his sketchbook, and carefully pulled it out anyway, as it might become useful for adjusting designs.

He pulled out one of his business cards, examining it. Leonardo Fruosino, it proclaimed in gilded letters, listing his credentials beneath it in smaller print. Leo slid it over to the empty seat across from him, and tried his best to wait patiently. He did not even get past a few minutes before he got bored and began sketching instead, drawing a bird in flight with the most vivid detail.