// Fanfiction One-Shots!

"Mr Verlaine, do you believe in angels?"
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The words streamed out, her face twisting in despair as each one sounded more forced than the last, but the young assassin was refusing to be distracted by them. It wasn't Cristina's distress that made fearful restrain radiate off of her in waves. It wasn't the sight of him, either, even though he couldn't argue that he'd turned up rather unexpectedly. But no. It was something else entirely that sparkled cold dread in those liquid blue eyes now, and Ezio wanted to find out precisely what it was.
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"Dean?" he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Did I wake you?"
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"I didn't," he finally said, dragging his gaze off the ground to lock her in a stare she couldn't seem to be able to tear her own eyes away from. "I didn't move on. I allowed vengeance to take control of my life. I was driven from it. It was the only thing that kept me going." Sighing, he shook his head. "But it's not a path I'd like to see you sailing down, Swan."