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Title: Traditionalists.
Setting: Modern AU.
Date: 3rd of July, 2012.
Summary: He’s been saving up his morphine pills all day because he wants to have sex with Mireille and he’d really rather like Lucretia to leave by her own accord so he doesn’t have to tell her.
It’s an Italien tendency, he knows; the exaggerated hand gestures, the loud tone of voice. Lucretia, though frailer than many Italian women is no different. He isn’t even certain what she’s talking about anymore. Half an hour ago, it was something about... Sicily. Politics. Italy’s overall horrendous economical situation. He’s not sure why she feels the need to tell him about it - he’s recuperating, not hiding away beneath a rock. That, and he’s been saving up his morphine pills all day because he wants to have sex with Mireille and he’d really rather like Lucretia to leave by her own accord so he doesn’t have to tell her. She’d cry. Ezio would send him an angry text message, having spent about an hour on it because the old man has no conception about technology. And his newest drug deal would be severely delayed.
But with the way she’s going on about her current topic - did she just switch to Italian? - finding a natural way to send her out is a goal with unfavourable prospects. He shifts. Since he’s been saving his medication, he hasn’t actually taken anything for a while and it’s starting to feel obvious. Glancing at the clock on the wall, he sighs. It’s close to 8 - Mireille will be home soon. About to reach for his pills on the table, he stops. Glares. Because he can’t reach them without leaning significantly sideways. Which is bound to get awkward.
Lucretia’s stream of Italian switches to English with her usual abruptness. “Let me.” He shifts his gaze towards her, watching as she reaches for the small etui. For a few, nerve-wrecking seconds, he wants to tell her to get her hands off it; but the moment passes too quickly and she picks it up and leans forward. A lot. Enough for him to note that she isn’t wearing a bra underneath that sleeveless, pink Gucci dress. It takes him a considerable amount of time to notice that she’s holding out her hand, waiting for him to accept the meds. And of course, there’s a warm smile on her face, expression caught between amusement and her characteristic, arrogant self-confidence.