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dollymixtures"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.
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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Date: 2016-09-05 07:58 am (UTC)Ezio found himself being genuinely confused that Leonardo didn't try to hug him for just a moment, before he realised that they were just meeting for the first time and why should he expect a hug from someone he'd just met? That seemed odd. First meeting or not, he couldn't quite bring himself to let go of Leonardo's hand, and the other man didn't seem immediately inclined to either.
"No conferences," he confirmed "but I know what you mean, I feel as though we've met before..." that was a much more sensible explanation, they'd seen each other at some meeting or fundraiser or something and Ezio had just...started dreaming about him. A total stranger. That made perfect sense. Not.
His hand strayed to his lip when he saw Leonardo glancing at his scar and he smiled slightly "An accident, when I was younger, I...thought I was better at climbing than I was." he chuckled. It wasn't the kind of personal detail he'd normally share with someone, but it was a welcome distraction from thinking about his dreams and how familiar Leonardo was.