Title: Accounting
Author:
autumndynasty
Fandom: Assassin's Creed II
Characters: Ezio, Claudia
Rating/Warnings: G, unbeta'd
Wordcount: 219
Summary: There's a lot of work to be done, but that doesn't mean there isn't any time for distractions.
Notes: Written as part of my Resolution Table. #48 - Guilty
(I originally wrote this for 'amused' as I got a little confused, but it fits 'guilty' too, so it's going in there!)
“He’s making me work!” Claudia exclaims in disgust, flicking the pen angrily at the account book on the desk. Ezio rolls his eyes, smiling sadly. So must they all, now.
--
“You’ve come to look at the book?” his sister sighs, chin resting on her hand.
Ezio snorts. “No need to look so hard-done by, Claudia! You can’t be working all day.” Claudia jerks up in outrage.
“Long enough, brother! Do you even know what I do other than write in this account book?" Ezio leans back on his heels, eyes glazing slightly; there’s no stopping Claudia when she begins complaining.
“...not to mention helping Annetta clean the house, of all things, which let me tell you, is a disgrace whenever Uncle’s condottieri come...” Claudia’s cheeks redden, her hands flailing about as she mimes dusting, and Ezio can’t help the chuckle that escapes his throat.
“What?” Claudia snaps. If she had fur, she’d be like a hissing cat.
“Sorry, Claudia,” he coughs, though it’s too late to hide.
But then, all of his sister’s anger seems to seep away, leaving her looking worn. She toys with the book page open in front of her and can’t meet Ezio’s eyes.
“Though I suppose...less than you,” she says, quiet. Ezio laughs again, also softer now.
“Probably about the same,” he says.
Author:
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Fandom: Assassin's Creed II
Characters: Ezio, Claudia
Rating/Warnings: G, unbeta'd
Wordcount: 219
Summary: There's a lot of work to be done, but that doesn't mean there isn't any time for distractions.
Notes: Written as part of my Resolution Table. #48 - Guilty
(I originally wrote this for 'amused' as I got a little confused, but it fits 'guilty' too, so it's going in there!)
“He’s making me work!” Claudia exclaims in disgust, flicking the pen angrily at the account book on the desk. Ezio rolls his eyes, smiling sadly. So must they all, now.
--
“You’ve come to look at the book?” his sister sighs, chin resting on her hand.
Ezio snorts. “No need to look so hard-done by, Claudia! You can’t be working all day.” Claudia jerks up in outrage.
“Long enough, brother! Do you even know what I do other than write in this account book?" Ezio leans back on his heels, eyes glazing slightly; there’s no stopping Claudia when she begins complaining.
“...not to mention helping Annetta clean the house, of all things, which let me tell you, is a disgrace whenever Uncle’s condottieri come...” Claudia’s cheeks redden, her hands flailing about as she mimes dusting, and Ezio can’t help the chuckle that escapes his throat.
“What?” Claudia snaps. If she had fur, she’d be like a hissing cat.
“Sorry, Claudia,” he coughs, though it’s too late to hide.
But then, all of his sister’s anger seems to seep away, leaving her looking worn. She toys with the book page open in front of her and can’t meet Ezio’s eyes.
“Though I suppose...less than you,” she says, quiet. Ezio laughs again, also softer now.
“Probably about the same,” he says.
Current Mood:
exhausted

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