Assassins' Creed Oneshots

|12|. Ezio ♡

A/N: Warning, this is a bit angsty. I like to have vents in my writing at times but still have that 'It's ok, you're going to be alright' comfort from the Assassins in it because it helps me out sometimes. So, if you're easily triggered by thoughts of not being good enough, I wouldn't recommend you read this unless you think the comfort at the end will help you out the way it does with me - I don't want anyone getting upset while reading my oneshots. Also, it's another fairly short one, sorry!  

Translations: Belladonna - fair lady / Roma - Rome / Madonna - my lady / Bella - beautiful / Mia cara - my dear / Mio amore - my love / Sì - yes. 

-Kia C. 

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Distant 

The young woman stumbled into the Assassin Hideout, covering a yawn with her hand as she made her way up to her small attic room.

She closed her door lazily behind her before stripping off her assassin clothes and weapons, skilfully folding them before placing them down on the dresser beside her bed. The young woman glanced to the dusty instrument case in the corner - inside was a guitar.

She used to sing a lot in her free time but now she had no time to spare - she trained day in and day out to push her limits because she felt she wasn't enough. She couldn't help but compare herself to all the other initiates around her.

(Y/n), like everyone else, had been personally recruited by Ezio. Only, he hadn't saved her from Borgia guards.

"What's a belladonna like you doing up here alone at night?" The male's husky Italian voice cut through the silence and stillness of the night. The evening air hung heavy and the chatter of people below became a murmur from the height of the tall tower. The moonlight cast its silver-grey glow over Roma while stars scattered across the sky on the clear summer night.

(Y/n) turned to face him, her cheeks tear stained and (e/c) eyes bloodshot. Her (h/c) hair was tied into a French broad that cascaded down to her (h/l). Small strings of white beads were interwoven with her (h/c) tresses. A flash of colour caught his eye as he caught sight of the crimson staining the sleeve of her light grey dress.

His lips parted, searching for words desperately as he saw her shoes placed carefully alongside her, weighing down a note.

"Madonna, please, think before you do this." His brown orbs opened wide, unable to believe she may have jumped by now had he not arrived when he did.

She merely turned to face the sky once more, stray hairs dancing around her face sadly, knowing her life may soon come to an end.

"I have nothing." She spoke, her voice like warm milk and honey, "I have been disowned by my family for courting a man lower than my station. . . We ran away together, here, to Italy." She laughed bitterly, "Where he decided to fall for another shortly after while leaving me with no job, no money and entirely alone. Busking is all I can do now but it won't keep me off the streets another day. The guards are demanding I pay more and they're clearing me off the street when I try to earn money." She sniffled, "I just don't understand what I did wrong to deserve all this." The (b/t) young woman jumped away, growing closer to the ledge when Ezio placed his hand on her upper arm. He quickly held them up to show he would not do it again.

"You are innocent in all this - your situation is the result of other people's actions." He spoke softly, she glanced from him to her shoes and note to the drop from the ledge. "Join me and my people in the liberation of Roma. You can have a place to stay, a stable job, likeminded brothers and sisters, you can fight for a purpose." He slipped off his hood as he spoke, his honey brown eyes locking onto hers, silently begging her not to end her life.