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This is an alternative version of this deviation, Medico! Please see description for a little more detail! :meow: TW for blood and mention of needles! -*-*-*-*- Firenze, Italia 1475 The city was still asleep. Naught but a few souls wandered the streets as early morning light cast pale shapes. Through innumerable trellis and between buildings, streaking across broad squares throughout the city.  Dawn had barely broken, and a figure clad in shades of umber and coal slipped from his place of residence. A long braid flitted at his waist, swinging as a coat was donned, fanning out at his back, propelled by each measured step. A leisurely pace w

Reader is DFAB just for an assigned gender, but is otherwise p much gender neutral. They disguise themself as a man because lol women’s rights in the Renaissance period. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I picture them as about 18 when Ezio is 16. They are also portrayed as being from France. There's a version here with the OC incorporated! TW for blood and mention of needles. -*-*-*- The city was still asleep. Naught but a few souls walked the streets. Early morning light cast pale shapes through trellis and slipped between buildings, streaking across the broad square. Dawn was barely broken and you were risen, slipping from your home with

AN: I suppose I should give some kind of warning. There is speak of murder, gore, and the possibility of suicide discussed briefly in this chapter, and perhaps later chapters. Also, swearing. This is dealing with a pawn of death, after all – I'm not sure what else anyone would expect of it. x Gamble. Second installment.A few days later, you find yourself back in the Candy Kingdom, strolling out of a tavern, sans cloak embarrassingly enough. You're clad in a black form fitting tee and knickerbockers, sinched and held below your knee by white shin wrappings. It's the middle of the day and the sun is unbearably bright. You're shielding you

First technical installment is now under Intro. Gamble. First installment. Crossing a vast room, you trek through the halls of Lady Death's domain. It's mundane and boring. Death is outside gardening and her serfs and maids – all the same kind as you, faery folk – are running around inside, handling whatever may come up; they even busy themselves with righting the already perfect tapestries and dusting things that are smooth and clean in the first place. They're all doing something – and then there's you. Lazy. You come and go in your free time, and leave in a flourish when presented a task. Those tasks come and go and ac

Gamble. Introductory Installment. Straight flush – you fan out the cards on the table and grin with a mouth full of razors as the crowd of candy men roar in awe and horror. 5, 6, 7, 8, and 9 of spades lay face up, behind you as you swivel in your seat to stand and amble over to the opposite end of the table. The little faery lady proved them wrong. You claimed you could beat the brash candy cane man in the corner. You'd been hunting him for days, watching and waiting. They said you couldn't beat him, but you most definitely did prove them wrong. Yes, yes you did. The man you played splayed his own cards out, looking up at you, distrau

нeaт. You turned over and huffed, shutting your eyes. You felt sticky. The sounds of a city reached your ears, annoying and unbearably stereotypical, something you had to put up with every night since coming to this city. The honking of impatient, temperamental taxi drivers who got caught in the late-night-early-morning traffic. Faint wolf whistles to the women who worked the street corners in distasteful clothing. The faint sound of music from a nearby night club, and the drunken slurs of buddies that sauntered down the street in their shit faced glory, some of which were trying to hook up with women, with no luck. Hell, you coul

нydropнoвιa. You grimace as it rises up, the water. It slowly crawls up your legs, licking the bottoms of the rolled up cuffs of your jeans as you walk out towards the open vastness that is the ocean. You’ve never been one for water, or even swimming. Though you’re getting more used to it because of your matesprit. And suddenly there he is, pressed against your back, arms circling your waist and that soft purr of his tickling the back of your neck as he kisses it, then presses his cheek to the top of your head. For a moment, you just stand like that, before he begins pulling you out into deeper water. He

яαιη. Rain patters down — no, you're not going to lie, it's not fucking pattering, it's coming down hard. Not so much that it would hurt, but it sure as hell isn't very pleasant. Sometimes you question your decision in living in Washington if it rained so much — but wait, you like rain, and enjoy being near your lovely friend, your matesprit- you mean, [girl/boyfriend]. But.. rain isn't that easy to appreciate in such a situation. With a sigh, you take [f/n]'s hand as you stop where you are; you're a few short blocks away from your apartment, but.. you have an urge. Xe gives you a confused look as they are ha

♓ ♓ ♓ It was one of those nights. You lay awake, looking up blankly at the ceiling. It was far from interesting. You glanced at the clock and see that it's about three in the morning. Wonderful. You had classes in several hours, and were not looking forward to it. It would be like other situations of the like, where you fell asleep in the middle of a lecture, and got your ass busted over it. As if that didn't happen enough as it is. You are so fucked. Uncomfortably, you shifted. It was so goddamn hot at night in [city]. You and your girlfriend just had to move there. A lot of your guys' high school friends had ironically ga