[The message comes in the middle of the day, when he's busy and can't get to answer in time. Ezio doesn't think much about it until he gets a moment free, the bracelet gently reminding him that he has something to listen to.
So, he listens.
...There is a long pause before Ezio can actually form the words he has running through his head coherently. Nonno. It's a simple word, really. Grandfather. One of family, of an acceptance of a history that once he had denied. Yet it has never been said before now, Desmond always choosing to distance himself rather than embrace the history he has. Of himself, of the Assassins, of who he wanted to be. In some ways, it feels strange- he's barely 50, yet he knows for a fact that there is a continuation in the family line beyond him. It is an odd, yet comforting feeling.]
Va bene. You know where to find me.
[He'll leave it at that. If it is important, which he knows it is, then Desmond will explain when he arrives. He'd expect nothing less of his nipote.]
[ Desmond's arrival at the Bureau is without preamble, though he lingers a little to make eyes at one of the novices on her way out, looking appreciatively after her.
...anyway, where was he. Yes. He pokes his head in on Ezio, rapping his knuckles against the door frame. His color is good, the lack of dark circles beneath his eyes a decided improvement. Desmond's navy blue hoodie seems like an afterthought, pulled over a collared shirt, untucked tails peeking beneath the jersey grey contrast hem. ]
Hey Nonno, you busy?
[ He doesn't even mean to say it, it rolls off the tongue, something instinctive and familiar and less abrupt than just "Ezio". Because, strangely enough, the Assassin before him is no longer just Ezio, he's become more than that. Counsel. Mentor. Family, the likes of which he'd never in a million years ever have expected to find here. It doesn't make the pain of death and that final, complete departure from his world any less, but it has dulled its edges, tempered it into something he can live with, something he can use to push himself forward into the second chance that Asgard has offered him.
...of course, Ezio might also dislike the connotation that being called 'Granddad' comes with, for all intents and purposes the association of his being an old man. So. Yeah. Good job, Des. ]
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[He sees Desmond out of the corner of his eye long before the boy pokes his head in. And he notices the momentary lingering when it comes to a certain female novice. There is a chuckle of amusement under his breath- it is good to know that certain talents and certain characteristics have not completely been lost in future generations.
When Desmond finally knocks, Ezio doesn't turn his head. He has a group of papers he's looking over, but he still answers him.]
Her name is Saulè.
[There is a hint of a smile forming on the edge of his face as he looks up, finally, towards where the other is, completely ignoring his question. Looks like someone caught your hand in the cookie jar, nipote. :U]
[ To his credit, Desmond doesn't even try to feign disinterest, though it does take him a sec to switch gears. He points back the way she went in confirmation, brows perked, then rolls a shoulder in a shrug as he pushes off the door, ambling into the room. ]
She's got a sweet- ah, smile. [ Among other things. It's been a while (okay, a few months) since nipote has seen any action besides Rosy Palm, bro. Getting kidnapped and saving the world meant putting everything else in his life on the back burner, especially any kind of entanglements, romantic or otherwise. ]
[There is actual laughter at that, because Ezio knows there's more to it than just a smile.]
Sì, she came to me in the streets one day, after seeing me talk with Viviana and Nikolas. She wanted to know who I was, and what I was talking about. [There is a beat and he manages to come out from behind the counter he was by, and tilts his head slightly.] We spoke for a few hours, and I told her to go seek answers for herself. She came to find me a few weeks later, as you see her now.
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voicemail;
...this is Desmond, by the way. Though you probably could tell. Uh anyway, Nonno, just... when you get a chance I'll be around the shop.
'Later.
[ because how do phones with your ancestor from the 15th century fuck awkward all over. ]
audio;
So, he listens.
...There is a long pause before Ezio can actually form the words he has running through his head coherently. Nonno. It's a simple word, really. Grandfather. One of family, of an acceptance of a history that once he had denied. Yet it has never been said before now, Desmond always choosing to distance himself rather than embrace the history he has. Of himself, of the Assassins, of who he wanted to be. In some ways, it feels strange- he's barely 50, yet he knows for a fact that there is a continuation in the family line beyond him. It is an odd, yet comforting feeling.]
Va bene. You know where to find me.
[He'll leave it at that. If it is important, which he knows it is, then Desmond will explain when he arrives. He'd expect nothing less of his nipote.]
action;
...anyway, where was he. Yes. He pokes his head in on Ezio, rapping his knuckles against the door frame. His color is good, the lack of dark circles beneath his eyes a decided improvement. Desmond's navy blue hoodie seems like an afterthought, pulled over a collared shirt, untucked tails peeking beneath the jersey grey contrast hem. ]
Hey Nonno, you busy?
[ He doesn't even mean to say it, it rolls off the tongue, something instinctive and familiar and less abrupt than just "Ezio". Because, strangely enough, the Assassin before him is no longer just Ezio, he's become more than that. Counsel. Mentor. Family, the likes of which he'd never in a million years ever have expected to find here. It doesn't make the pain of death and that final, complete departure from his world any less, but it has dulled its edges, tempered it into something he can live with, something he can use to push himself forward into the second chance that Asgard has offered him.
...of course, Ezio might also dislike the connotation that being called 'Granddad' comes with, for all intents and purposes the association of his being an old man. So. Yeah. Good job, Des. ]
action;
When Desmond finally knocks, Ezio doesn't turn his head. He has a group of papers he's looking over, but he still answers him.]
Her name is Saulè.
[There is a hint of a smile forming on the edge of his face as he looks up, finally, towards where the other is, completely ignoring his question. Looks like someone caught your hand in the cookie jar, nipote. :U]
action;
She's got a sweet- ah, smile. [ Among other things. It's been a while (okay, a few months) since nipote has seen any action besides Rosy Palm, bro. Getting kidnapped and saving the world meant putting everything else in his life on the back burner, especially any kind of entanglements, romantic or otherwise. ]
Asgardian, right?
action;
Sì, she came to me in the streets one day, after seeing me talk with Viviana and Nikolas. She wanted to know who I was, and what I was talking about. [There is a beat and he manages to come out from behind the counter he was by, and tilts his head slightly.] We spoke for a few hours, and I told her to go seek answers for herself. She came to find me a few weeks later, as you see her now.
[A raise of the eyebrows, and he shrugs.]
Ma basta, what can I do for you, nipote?