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Ezio descended down the stairs of the staircase and got a good look at his related brother.
“Federico!” he said breathlessly in a gasp at his brother, the light of the street lights shining on them. “Your face is burnt by the rays that came from the sun!”
“Ezio,” Federico said to Ezio his brother, “I was lying and bathing in the rays of the sun and now I’ve gotten sunburned from the burning rays of the sun.” And indeed he had been and his sunburn hurt where the sun had burnt him.
Ezio grinned a big wide grin, his huge, large, shining eyes gleaming gleefully at his older brother. He knew Federico was an idiot sometimes and he said, “Federico, you’re an idiot sometimes.”
Ezio’s grin made Federico’s lips turn up into a smile and he punched him playfully and not hard on the shoulder with his hand, “shut up, Ezio. At least I didn’t get a burning on my dick like you that time.” he laughed with his lungs because Ezio had.
The burn burned and Ezio waved his hand with a flourish. “You promised to forget about that!” he said, because Federico had promised to forget. But he was tired, and he yawned deep from his lungs and added, “I’m tired. Let’s go home.” So they went home and had a bath.
The end (because it’s over.)
[5:22:17 PM] Bree: Fed’s good at chess in canon
[5:23:10 PM] Bree: maybe he beats volpe all the time and volpe is all I LET YOU WIN when he’s really crying on the inside
[5:23:34 PM] Nadija (Velli): HAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHA
[5:23:35 PM] Nadija (Velli): like
[5:23:48 PM] Nadija (Velli): “I have no fucking idea what I’m doing” /moves chess piece and looks really serious
[5:24:21 PM] Bree: “you can’t do that move Maestro”
"THIS IS LA VOLPE’S CHESS"
[5:24:30 PM] Nadija (Velli): HAHAHHAHAHAH
[5:24:43 PM] Nadija (Velli): the king can move however the fuck he wants
[5:24:46 PM] Nadija (Velli): BECAUSE HE’S THE KING
[5:25:18 PM] Bree: ARE YOU BACKCHATTING ME
[5:25:24 PM] Bree: ARE YOU TALKING BACK TO YOUR TEACHER
[5:27:48 PM] Nadija (Velli): and then volpe loses anyway
[5:28:42 PM] Bree: “I let you win” ;n;
Despite his reputation as a slacker, Federico was an early riser. A morning person. Vieri despised morning people and he particularly despised Federico for being one, because the great idiot was chipper and all too eager to start the day that he would often wake Vieri up whenever they shared a bed. Vieri had yet to wake up before him.
[AN: Sad!Anon asked me to write them some cute Fed/Vi to cheer them up, so here it is! Kudos to Cat for giving me the idea. I hope this is okay!]
Vieri was annoyed. He was beyond annoyed, but too exasperated to be angry. He was tired too, and uncomfortable; Federico leaned heavily on his shoulder, his limp slowing them down. If it wasn’t for the sharp intake of breath every time he put his weight on his right leg, Vieri would probably have dumped him on the side of the road and left him.
“Come for a horse ride in the countryside,” he had said. “We can spend some time together, away from people.” Oh, look how well that had turned out: they hadn’t been able to get away from people entirely, because there had been bandits waiting in the bushes on the side of the dusty road, ready to ambush anyone who crossed their path. Unfortunately for Federico, he had been the first in the line of fire; he was pulled from his horse, landing heavily on his right knee. So much for his great perception skills.
[AN: Just a quick one!]
La Volpe wasn’t sure what had happened. Yesterday, his apprentice had been the same child he saw every day; now, he was looking at a young man, handsome and strong, with enough curiosity to kill ten cats and whose touch no longer felt innocent and friendly.
Federico’s full lips curved into an inviting smile, his long finger dragged over La Volpe’s jawline, and he was close enough for La Volpe to see precisely where his pupils stopped and his dark brown irises began. That finger tilted his chin up, and Federico leaned over him; La Volpe found himself scooting back in his seat, though he couldn’t quite bring himself to push Federico away yet.
[AN: if there are typos, please let me know. I don’t have a beta.]
If Federico had hoped Vieri’s awkwardly affectionate mood would carry on the next morning, he was to be disappointed. Almost as soon as he woke, Vieri had tried to sit up and instead groaned in pain, rolling onto his stomach and shooting Federico a glare. If looks could kill, Federico thought dryly.
“You didn’t tell me it would hurt this much!” Vieri hissed at him. “Get out of here before I see fit to drive a sword up your backside!”
Almost immediately, Federico knew he had made a mistake. Ezio’s eyes narrowed, his grip on the front of Federico’s tunic tightened. For a moment, Federico felt himself lift before he was suddenly slammed back onto the ground, crying out as his head hit the road.
Once a day, Vieri would venture out of the house and take a short walk to the nearest herald, to listen to the news of the day. Occasionally, he would hear something about Florence, invoking in him a sense of nostalgia and a strange homesickness for a place he hadn’t seen in twelve years. Today, however, he was experiencing different, mixed emotions.
Lorenzo de’ Medici, the duke he had been brought up to despise, had died at his villa in Careggi.
Vieri had no problem admitting to himself that he wasn’t particularly grieved by this passing. For 26 years, his family had ensured that he hated the Medici even more so than the Auditore, and such strong teachings beginning at such a young age were near impossible to undo. No, if he was to be completely honest with himself, what Vieri was worried about was how Federico was going to take the news.