#ilufficiale

[ I wanted to like … say ’*picks you up*’ but that’s .. .that’s just a funny image is it Zev is a grown ass man– ]

Send ‘rough touch’ and the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter { tw violence, possible noncon/dubcon implications, nsfw }

7. Your muse grips my muse’s hips.

A quiet noise of irritation left Joe’s throat, eyes rolling as his “instructor” stepped behind him, hands falling on his waist and nudging him to the right by a fraction of an inch.

“With such a small space of difference, I don’t see how it could possibly matter.” A sigh left him as he stood straight, lowering the rapier while Teodor came to stand in front of him, silver eyes on the officer.

Lately it wasn’t very often that Leonardo had visitors -- and it wasn’t often that he realized he had visitors, too. As cluttered as the workshop was, it was easy to find a half-finished project buried under other half-finished projects, clamoring for his time and concentration.

So when he looked up from an extension for Ezio’s blade to find that he wasn’t alone in the room Leonardo did a double-take.

He was unfamiliar with the ranks among the roman templars - and why wouldn’t he be? It was the same Order, yes, but hardly similar in their methods - but he was assured he would be met by one of Cesare’s most trusted agents (and thus his superior) upon his arrival in Rome. Why prince Ahmet had sent him back to the Apennine Peninsula, he could only speculate. Perhaps they lacked a proper entertainer in Rome? Possible.

Still, if he was to be the liaison between Rome and Istanbul, so be it. Dulcamara straightened his outfit as best as he could after setting foot on the docks, trying his best to look presentable, as if he hadn’t wasted weeks on board of some lousy ship. Now all that was left was to find this... officer Viscardi. The jester was unfamiliar with the officer but he had faith they would meet very soon.