AUDITORE DE FRIENZE, Ezio | Rebel
Jan 30, 2014 21:04:02 GMT -7
Post by EZIO AUDITORE DE F. on Jan 30, 2014 21:04:02 GMT -7
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EZIO AUDITORE DE FIRENZE
NINETEEN
THE REBELS
NURSE
BRENDON URIE
basics BIRTHDAY: January 15 STATUS: single orientation: Homosexual KEY TRAITS: Loyal; Sarcastic; Intelligent; Unrelenting; Strong Willed; Observant behind the mask Hello! My name is MICHIE and I am EIGHTEEN years old. As of today, I have been role playing for approximately NINE years. | Ezio is very possibly one of the most complex men a person can have the misfortune of running into. He's not bad, but no one can really say that he's good either. Rather than being the nice go who's always willing to throw himself in and chat with people and take care of kids, he's the man that stands up when in place of those who should have but didn't. You may not want him as your best friend, but you will want him on your side. His personality has two different sides: The side you get when you first meet him and talk to him, and then the side you get - his true self - when you have earned his trust. The first consists of sarcasm; you get one chance to prove to him you are worth the effort, and if you fail you might as well be talking to a brick wall, and you will not get a second chance. The flip side of that personality, the side that you get when he trusts you, is the one that will never leave your side. He will be loyal, he will do everything in his power to make sure you are taken care of, and he will take down anyone that gets in the way of your well being. He's the kind of man that will give up all of himself to make sure you get to where you need to be. He is the person you want on your team no matter where you are. Ezio gasped almost inaudibly in surprise when Massy turned and kissed his finger, a small smile drawing up on his face, and he bit his lip to try and hide it only to have to release it as Mas leaned down and swiped his tongue across his lips. He couldn't resist temptation and allowed his tongue to meet Massy's for just a moment, almost timidly, before retreating. Ezio could feel the blush rising on his cheeks, his face growing hotter by the second and he both hated and loved that the man could get these kinds of reactions from him. With other men, the ones that didn't matter, he was practically unresponsive to all of it, because it didn't mean anything. One kiss from Massimo was more meaningful, more intimate, than any number of nights in a hotel room with a stranger. It was like exploring a new world of emotions when they were this close. "Massimo," he whispered his name like a prayer, and in a way it was. It was like their own language, each touch another moment of security, each kiss a silent vow. He had lost count of how many times he had whispered declarations of his beauty against his skin, almost in the hopes it would seep through and help him believe; in a way it was his own mark, the one that no one would ever get to see, with all the whispered promises. That was the tragedy of it all, though. Because, at the end of the day that's all they were: secrets and promises whispered in the dark, only to fade into nothing at the first sign of light. Despite that, there was still something about it that made it all okay in the end; even if they couldn't be seen they were still there, even if they couldn't be heard they were still known, and in the moments when they stopped being known they were always remembered. All he wanted to do was say it, one simple request, because he had sacrificed so much for everyone he loved until there was nothing left of himself to give, and in all of that Massimo was the only thing he had been bold enough to ask for in return. Don't let go... Three words, so simple, like another three words he hadn't been able to fully say even if he had gotten the point across. Ezio wasn't sure he could say them. Was it weakness to ask for strength? Cowardice to ask for a simple sense of security? Tragic to dare ask for love? Jaded. Hurt. Alone. Broken. But how many more times could he be broken before he shattered? How many more times could he shatter before there was nothing left to put back together? Just like with any other creature, any other person, all of this inexcusable behavior, all of this rage manifested in cutting words and deadly glares, it all stemmed from one thing: The fear of pain. A basic instinct of self-preservation; if it hurts, don't do it. It was like a damaged vase hiding the broken pieces for fear of the sharp edges rubbing together. "Don't..." One word, two more. His arms tightened around Massy's neck to pull him closer, and one of his hands moved up into his hair. What was the harm in asking? In letting himself have this and be okay again for just one night? This was why he always ran from Mas, because he did this to him, made him feel the things he tried to hide, made him give in to his own needs and wants. So, for just one night, why couldn't he ask for it? He turned his head slightly to nuzzle his nose against his cheek, breathe in that smell that was just Massimo - his Massimo - and dedicate it to the collection of memories he had saved up over the years. You can have everything you want, all you have to do is tell him. To let him in; to give in. Just give in. "Don't let go..." |