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Feb. 18th, 2012 02:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
assalitoreEzio's heart weighed heavily in his chest.
Paradisa being real made a whole lot of things suddenly within the realm of possibility. If Paradisa wasn't a dream, then the future was a bright place. If Paradisa wasn't a dream, he knew when Rodrigo Borgia would die... and he just had to schedule accordingly. But if Paradisa wasn't a dream, then he had already met Lucrezia Borgia before, and it would certainly change how he approached her here.
He remembered her vaguely, from Monteriggioni, less than two weeks earlier. She was standing just behind the man he figured was Cesare, a blonde in a gown, out of place amongst all the warfare... and he hadn't paid any more attention than that, too busy with death and destruction, even for her.
It bothered him now. She had played party to all that destruction, and all the lives lost, including his uncle's. Surely, she had known where they were storming, and who was inside?
He slid his wine glass across his desk, back and forth, distracting himself with the noise of the bottom scraping against the wood. It was the only sound in Headquarters, echoing through the vaulted ceilings.
Hmm.
Paradisa being real made a whole lot of things suddenly within the realm of possibility. If Paradisa wasn't a dream, then the future was a bright place. If Paradisa wasn't a dream, he knew when Rodrigo Borgia would die... and he just had to schedule accordingly. But if Paradisa wasn't a dream, then he had already met Lucrezia Borgia before, and it would certainly change how he approached her here.
He remembered her vaguely, from Monteriggioni, less than two weeks earlier. She was standing just behind the man he figured was Cesare, a blonde in a gown, out of place amongst all the warfare... and he hadn't paid any more attention than that, too busy with death and destruction, even for her.
It bothered him now. She had played party to all that destruction, and all the lives lost, including his uncle's. Surely, she had known where they were storming, and who was inside?
He slid his wine glass across his desk, back and forth, distracting himself with the noise of the bottom scraping against the wood. It was the only sound in Headquarters, echoing through the vaulted ceilings.
Hmm.