Midnight texting

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The Midnight Texting Meme 

It's the middle of the night and you're trying to catch some z's, or brooding alone in the alleys as one does, when your phone rings and dings and suddenly a stranger or a friend is texting you. What could they possibly want at this time? Is it important? Stupid? Are they drunk or maybe just needy? Pick up your phone and find out! 

Rules:

• Post with your character's name and canon on the subject line, indicate preferences as needed
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• Have fun!

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[proteusmoon]

Not enough for me to notice that you did not promise me you would see a proper doctor.

[ Try again, Ezio. ]

[collectsfeathers]

There is no need for that, bella. It is only a small wound. It will heal on it's own.

[proteusmoon]

Promise me, Ezio. Pleeeease?

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[ How can you say no to this face? Look at this pout. ]

[collectsfeathers]

[Excuse you why are you so rude?]

I promise you that I am alright, my love. I have suffered far worse.

[proteusmoon]

[ It's really not her fault she's so cute, okay. Also, it is not her fault that she is an obsessive worrier. She loved him. It's only natural she want him to not be in pain. ]

So stubborn, Ezio!

But all right. When you come home, I will heal your wounds. I trust you in the meantime.

[collectsfeathers]

The same could be said for you. But if you insist. I will be home as soon as I have spoken to Leonardo.

[proteusmoon]

And were our places reversed, you would be much more forceful about the doctor than I was with you just now.

I know I can be needlessly stubborn too, which is why I am not insisting you tell me where you are. In your own time, come home. I will be waiting for you here. Forgive me. I do not mean to be difficult or cause you headaches. I only worry so much because I love you.

[collectsfeathers]

[Oh. Shit.]

Were our places reversed, I like to think I would trust your judgement.

[We are not going to mention how questionable his sometimes is.]

As do I. But try to have a little faith in me. Or else you may go gray before it is your time.

[proteusmoon]

[ Yeah, that's right!! She just said the "L" word in TEXT!!! ]

...Ezio, beloved, my hair is already white as an old crone's.

[ If this is a joke... she actually really does laugh a lot at it. ]

[collectsfeathers]

[Is every important milestone in this relationship going to happen over text?]

Is it? I hadn't noticed.

[And would you look at that, he managed to successfully distract her.]

[proteusmoon]

[ Hopefully not! It would be sort of difficult to conceive a child over text, at least. ]

You know, I believe that is the first time anyone has ever said that to me, even in jest.

I love you.

[collectsfeathers]

I'm honored to have been your first.

Ti amo, strabella.

[proteusmoon]

[ Ahhhhhh, he said it, he said it!! ]

I will see you at home then?

[collectsfeathers]

[Of course he did. He does still owe her for being a drunken fool.]

Si. I will not be long, my love.

[proteusmoon]

[ Ah, true. But she was probably over it by the time he fell asleep and she spent an hour watching him sleep while petting his hair like the huge sap she is. ]

All right. Say hello to Leonardo for me.

[ In the meantime, she's going to start prepping a warm bath for taking care of her probably extremely sore and achy Assassin. Likely he will be hungry too and he will need to rest after her healing, so she gets fresh sheets for the bed as well. All of this helps the time pass for her, so that she might worry less until she can see for herself how he is actually faring. ]

[collectsfeathers]

[The apology note and gift he had sent to her the following day likely helped. A dagger, made from the finest steel and finely engraved to match one of his own.

He knew what she liked, if nothing else.

It is late into the evening when he finally returns to her after weeks of being away, muscles sore and stiff, skin chilled and red, robes bloodied and dirty. There's a few bandages littering his body, wounds cleaned and cared for with onimitment before tightly wrapped despite his protest - results of Leonardo's fussing. But they felt far better now than they had previously, and so he was glad for the afternoon on the return journey.

Exshauted and starving as he comes into the warmth of the small house, calling out for her as he finds a place to start removing his armor and robes.]

[proteusmoon]

[ The aroma of herbs, spices and meat being cooked will greet Ezio inside the house before Cecil does, but once she hears him calling for her, she doesn't take long to come say hello too. Despite his assurances that he was fine, she still feels a wave of relief wash over her at seeing him alive and moving normally, if a bit more slowly than usual. Years of experience in judging a man's injuries simply by watching him makes it easy for her to assess his condition and she can tell where he's still hurting most.

The young woman goes to him with a little smile and embraces him gently, any tightness all in how she grips his robes with her fingers rather than in her arms around him. She's happy to see him again finally, but still, she is careful not to be rough with him right now, not wanting to make his physical pain worse. ]

I am glad you made it safely. I drew you a bath. It should still be hot.

[collectsfeathers]

[There's a release of breath as she finally appears before him, eyes drinking her in almost greedily. It had been impossible to imagine how much he would miss her, and yet the actual amount easily surpassed it. One arm comes around her, holding her too him tightly, before his lips seek hers, pressing against them softly in way of greeting. While every portion of his body ached, the scent of herbs and meat filling the air and the promise of a hot bath was enough to cause a groan to rise within his throat.]

You are too good to me, my love. [Moving away from her was just as painful, but there was still blood and dirt speckled across his robes.] I will not take long.

[proteusmoon]

[ The tightness with which Ezio embraces her, even using only one arm, causes Cecil's chest to ache a little and she gently rubs along his spine comfortingly while hugging him back, silently assuring him that she is there and safe, and now he too is home and safe. She accepts his kiss with a little smile and gives him one back herself before he begins to move away from her. ]

Not so fast. I told you— I want to see your injuries.

[ She takes his hands then, tugging him along with her to the bedroom where she's prepared the bath for Ezio. She plans to heal him with her magic, as she told him before, but she also just wants to spend a bit more time with him now that he's back. She's missed him too and fussing over him for a bit feels like it's what they both need now that they are reunited. ]

Take your clothes off and I will put them in the wash in a little while.

[collectsfeathers]

[There's little choice left but to follow her, trailing along behind as a puppy might it's master, despite the way his aching muscles scream at each further movement, stiffness rapidly settling in now that he's no longer in constant motion.]

There is no need, Cecil. I am fine.

[Her magic was much better saved for someone who could truly benefit from it - or, heaven forbid, when the time finally came that death caught up with him and he was injured beyond what he could withstand and heal from.]

Please, my love, I just want to bathe and eat and sleep. You can fuss over me tomorrow, hm?

[But he still does as he is told, fingers already working on his remaining clothing, leather gloves falling upon the awaiting chair first, followed by the heavy, torn and dirty fabric of his robe. Standing in nothing more than the thin undershirt and pants, it's possible to see pure white bandages peaking out about his shoulder.]