"Duh," she says with a smile. "And water. The good news is, whoever owned this shop lived in the back, so there's a stove we can use. Plenty of wood furniture to burn, too."
"I knew it all along." Except no, there was some major worrying. It's still there, but she's clearly in a better mood, kissing him back with enthusiasm.
"A man can hunger for more than one thing at once, mia cara," he replies, and he scoops her up under her thighs to hold her against him. "But I'll let you go for a price."
"Well, you know. Obviously, not a thing I've done before, so you'll have to show me how it's done and not let me suffocate you," she jokes, soaking up the affection and kissing his temple.
“You have no need to worry about that!” he promises, and he sets her on her feet again, though he keeps his backed up against the cabinet. “You’ll see. After we eat dinner.”
More careful once she's outside, she heads to where she remembers there being a well. It's when she gets there that she wonders if there's even water in the thing anymore, but one bucket down and they're in luck. It looks mostly clean, too. Boiling should help. She guesses.
Returning, she sets the water down and starts rummaging for something to cook in.
"I have a question," she says as she looks in a cabinet, not asking it right away.
"Where do you think we'll be in a month from now?"
Just a thought she had on the way back, as the reality of the situation settles in deeper. It's not as bleak as she once thought, but it's not exactly a comfortable life they're going to have here.
Ezio contemplates that for a moment, even as he keeps moving around the space with the hatchet, looking for the most woeful piece of furniture to sacrifice. It's not a pleasant thing to think about, at least not in some regards; it's tempting to wipe it all away with jokes about the wild lovemaking and time spent together, but he has never faced a yawning abyss of free time, fettered only by whatever he need do to survive.
Even that reality doesn't sink in so well. His concerns for his self have always been more... cerebral. To say nothing of keeping another person busy, too.
"We will be happy," he replies, finally, feeling a little stubborn. "Our crops will be coming along, and we will be settled in enough to not worry too much about the future."
She wondered if he'd joke or put up a front or be sincere. A part of her was hoping for a joke, though as she idly joins the hunt for something to burn before the rest, she realizes she's glad he chooses another option.
"Not to get too dark and serious, but I think we should make some promises here and now, to go forward. You sat me down on the stairs to get out my worries before we got carried away with not-so-shocking revelations, so. We have to make sure to do that now and then, you know? Sit, and talk, and listen."
As she gives herself a moment to think, she gives a wobbly shelf a nudge with her boot.
"If it's really just you and me, that's really different from anything before. You and I always had other people, other friends. I don't want us to end up at one another's throats over stupid crap that bottles up."
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“We will be just fine,” he tells her, and he catches her in yet another kiss.
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"Yeah? What's the price?"
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"I'll take another kiss to start with," he tells her. "And if you cannot afford what comes after that... I'll come collect later."
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"I'm listening. Go on." Spell it out for her.
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"You'll have to ride my face."
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He grins wolfishly.
“I think you’ll like it.”
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"That wasn't my concern, if you'll recall. I just don't want to rob myself of more opportunities involving your mouth."
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She gives him a smooch on the cheek before dashing out. That's one way to get her to hop to it.
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Returning, she sets the water down and starts rummaging for something to cook in.
"I have a question," she says as she looks in a cabinet, not asking it right away.
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“What is it?”
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Just a thought she had on the way back, as the reality of the situation settles in deeper. It's not as bleak as she once thought, but it's not exactly a comfortable life they're going to have here.
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Even that reality doesn't sink in so well. His concerns for his self have always been more... cerebral. To say nothing of keeping another person busy, too.
"We will be happy," he replies, finally, feeling a little stubborn. "Our crops will be coming along, and we will be settled in enough to not worry too much about the future."
that assassin devil fellow
"Not to get too dark and serious, but I think we should make some promises here and now, to go forward. You sat me down on the stairs to get out my worries before we got carried away with not-so-shocking revelations, so. We have to make sure to do that now and then, you know? Sit, and talk, and listen."
As she gives herself a moment to think, she gives a wobbly shelf a nudge with her boot.
"If it's really just you and me, that's really different from anything before. You and I always had other people, other friends. I don't want us to end up at one another's throats over stupid crap that bottles up."
he's wicked
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"ezio i had the strangest dream you were a chick"
“Was she hot?”
"in a slightly scary way so yeah"
“Nice”
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