Leonardo da Vinci (masterinventor) wrote in saveatlantisic, @ 2018-12-13 22:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, *andrea, *laura, *melissa, ezio auditore, leonardo da vinci |
Log: Leonardo, Ezio & Abby
December 8th
LEONARDO DA VINCI ✦ ABBY ADDAMS ✦ EZIO AUDITORE
ABBY GETS A WORKSHOP TOUR A FEW HOURS AFTER ARRIVING. PG COMPLETE |
“Wait.” When her dad had offered to show her his workshop, Abby had expected a shed. A garage, maybe, taken over by tools and an enormous mess. Instead, Leonardo had taken her into his bedroom, and to what she had thought would be a closet door. Abby stopped in the doorway and leaned forward to peer inside. “This is --” She leaned backwards to double check if what she was seeing was real and not just a trick of the light somehow. Her dads might have been used to magic, but Abby was still trying to wrap her head around the idea of alternate universes. Although it had been incredible to find out who her dads really were, the discovery came with some growing pains, too. She still wondered if this meant she wasn’t actually real. “Bigger on the inside!” “Remarkable, isn’t it?” Leonardo asked excitedly, peering in from right behind her. He was still a little bit shell-shocked and preening just a bit from being right, but bonding the way he knew best by giving his daughter a tour of his favorite place. Theirs was a bit of an odd situation, to be sure, but Leonardo had always been good at rolling with it, and was determined to do just that. “Sometimes it still surprises me when I open the door, but two of my roommates have magic and were kind enough to do this for me.” He gestured for her to enter ahead of him, into the den of chaos. “But I think that might just be so I stopped keeping things all over the house…. I can be a bit of a mess.” Which was true in their Breck house, all the same. Abby snorted lightly. “A bit? You think?” It was comforting to know some things transferred over between worlds. So many things were different, but Leonardo and Ezio still felt like her dads deep down, beyond just how they looked. “I’m like that too,” she continued as she stepped into the room, sweeping her gaze over everything again. It seemed even bigger now that she was inside. Could they keep expanding it as necessary? “I could use something like this for my clothes. They’re everywhere.” She glanced back with a tiny smile. “That hasn’t changed, sorry.” Breck memories were still a bit fuzzy to Leonardo at times, there would be days where things were crystal clear and others where he forgot half of it, but the girls had still been vivid to him. To Ezio too, he assumed, though they didn’t talk about them too much due to the pang of departure. Abby being here had changed a great deal of that, and put a bounce in his step as he moved forward with a grin. “I remember painstakingly organizing your closet only to have it ruined in hours.” He couldn’t complain, for real. His own level of disorganization was hilariously high. “I only just started in here, I have art-” he waved to one corner, “and engineering,” another, and then he settled on a large drawing table with stacks of papers and pencils. “I had to promise your father I wouldn’t keep corpses in here, so the rest is just working on the plans for a large pirate ship.” “I like how you make that sound just so slightly unreasonable,” Ezio chimed in as he ducked inside the room with four mugs and an assortment of cheese and crackers on a tray. He carried it over to them, unable to resist smiling brightly at Abby as he approached. This whole thing was a special kind of mad, even for Atlantis, but he’d been delighted to see her all grown up. To know the girls had continued to have a life there in Breckentale, well cared for and loved, was priceless. There was nowhere clear to set the tray, of course, so Ezio just lifted a teasing eyebrow at Leonardo and then turned his attention back to Abby. “I brought coffee and tea because I got into the kitchen before I realized I had no idea which one you preferred,” he admittedly sheepishly. Abby could have listened to her twenty-years-younger fathers playfully bicker and tease each other all day long. It hadn’t been something she appreciated as a child, but now, on the other side of the realization that she shouldn’t even exist at all, it tugged all the more at her heart. She wished Nora could’ve been there, too. She plucked one of the coffees from Ezio’s tray. “You’re forgiven, I didn’t like coffee until I was twelve. Poured myself a cup and was drinking it before either of you knew what I was doing.” She wandered - carefully, she didn’t want to spill - towards the pirate ship plans. “I don’t see why we can’t put a refrigerated section in here for corpses. Wall it off and put a door in so Dad’s sensibilities stay intact.” Leonardo went straight into a beaming grin, but rushed forward to clear off a space for Ezio to put things down without destroying anything. After, he jumped forward to give Ezio a kiss on the cheek, before abandoning him to follow Abby around the room. It had to be endearing, how into this Leonardo was getting, for someone who had never expected to have children. “See, she gets it.” Oh, he was unbearably proud. Leonardo grabbed the latest pirate ship sketches to unroll, holding them out with a stupid grin on his face. “I was commissioned to build a ship, but I’ve never made one to quite this … size, before. Or functionality. It’s just in the planning stages, but-” Ezio laughed and rolled his eyes. “It’s not my sensibilities, it’s my sense of smell,” he sighed. It was clear enough from his tone that he was charmed by the pair of them sharing a space, but it showed even more in how he watched Leonardo move around the room and then smiled proudly at Abby. “It’s going to be brilliant, of course. I’m convinced it will even be finished,” he teased as he set down the tray and winked at Leonardo. “Sensibilities, smell,” Abby shrugged, “same difference.” He wasn’t that delicate -- here in Atlantis or in Breckentale -- but that didn’t mean she couldn’t poke at him. It was her job, as far as she was concerned, particularly since she didn’t have much else to do. She took a sip of her coffee while she looked at the plans. “Is there anything I can do to help? I mean, not that I’ve built a ship, but…” There wasn’t quite a smile on her face when she looked up. She looked hopeful, but a bit uncertain, too. “I could lend a hand?” Leonardo was giving Ezio the biggest shit-eating grin he could muster, with Abby there sassing him as well. It was a grand amount of payback, to have someone extra to tease her father as Leonardo himself did. He wasn’t at all bothered by the lack of finishing jab, knowing his faults in that category all too well. But he did lean over and swat Ezio on the arse, before turning his attention fully back to their daughter. “I would love that - to be honest, I know very little about modern ships. She doesn’t want modern, modern, but I would love to give her a pirate ship with a slightly modern edge. I can’t build anything until there is no snow, so if you would like to listen to me bounce ideas…?” The swat startled a noise out of Ezio that was three-quarters laugh. He’d been too busy smiling to see it coming, but at least he hadn’t picked up his coffee cup yet. He did so now, hiding a quietly pleased smirk behind the rim as he watched Leonardo speak. “Do you like that kind of thing, Abigail? Building things?” He lowered his mug to squint thoughtfully at Abby, an amused gleam in his eye. “You were quite good at building fake murder scenes in the kitchen, at least.” Abby turned slowly, her eyes and mouth wide with pretend shock and dismay. “I seem to remember being encouraged to explore my creative side,” she countered. “And having help! I don’t think I’d be half as good at what I do otherwise. The whole picking apart crime scenes, putting it all back together in my head. It’ll be useful at the FBI.” As soon as it was out, Abby remembered that Leonardo and Ezio might not know what that was, so she continued quickly, “Federal Bureau of Investigation. But we’ll see. I’m pretty handy apart from that, though. Not like this,” she gestured to the rest of the room, “but I made shelves for my apartment on my own.” Leonardo was already leaning down, rifling away at some of his tools and paperwork, either sorting or looking for something, no one could be sure. He poked his head up and grinned across at Abby. “Shelves are a perfect start! If it can hold weight, it has a bonus over other things. Balance..” God, hopefully she was used to him being at least a little eccentric, as Leonardo dropped back down again, before finally coming up with a stack of papers and charcoals, along with some preliminary plans he’d drawn up earlier. “You are very impressive, you know that?” Leonardo was dead serious as he offered up the papers and charcoals. “If you would like to give me ideas, I would be happy to collaborate with you and your brilliant mind.” He glanced fondly at Ezio, “And still share your time, of course.” “Oh, don’t mind me.” Ezio lifted his cup in toast and smiled mostly with his eyes. He was glad Abby had apparently stuck with her childhood fascination. If she’d headed down an entirely different path, he would’ve felt like they’d lost a connection to her. “I am perfectly happy watching you two work and hearing more about Abigail’s life. If there is someone special at home, for instance…” “Oh, geez, we’re going there, aren’t we? Exaggerating my talents and poking into my love life.” A blush rose to her cheeks, and she distracted herself with finding somewhere safe she could put her mug. Abby didn’t mind sharing, honestly. She’d expected it at some point; they only had so much time together, and she knew they’d want to get as much out of this time with her that they could. She squinted at the plans. “I should’ve gone into engineering instead. Um, yeah. There’s someone, actually. I think we’re gonna get married next year, but obviously that’s on hold while I’m, you know. Here.” “Ooooh,” Leonardo’s attention was piqued, totally moving past the plans and right to Abby’s love life. Usually, Ezio was the nosy one, but he couldn’t help the interest. There was also that immediate tug, knowing it made her less likely to stay. And who could blame her, really? “I want to hear everything,” They’d have to work with what time they had, at this rate, and abandoning ship plans for the hour seemed like a good idea. “We should go get food, and then you should tell us everything. And then we can build a pirate ship!” Ezio’s emotions went for a similar ride as Leonardo’s - joy to curiosity to a bittersweet dip. Well, probably more of a plunge really. He thought he hid it well, as he took a final drink of his coffee and set the mug aside. “I am with Leonardo - shocking, I know.” He spared a too warm glance for Leonardo before smiling at Abigail again. “Would you like to have dinner with your alternate universe parents so they can gently interrogate you about your future spouse? There will be breadsticks.” “This is totally unexpected,” Abby answered, completely deadpan. They were so much the same, in a lot of ways, and it was easy to forget that she wasn’t standing in her childhood home. They’d wanted to interrogate her back in Breckentale, every single time she’d ever brought someone home. She couldn’t say no -- she didn’t want to. “I missed my chance to distract you with your grandkids or somethin’, but breadsticks are good. And,” she paused for a second, looking back and forth between them, thinking about how hard it must have been to wake up in Atlantis and think that the life they’d led hadn’t been real, to not get to have any sort of closure. “You’re still my dads.” The sentence brought her a lot closer to tears than she normally got, but she charged forward anyway. “Doesn’t matter where we are. It’s all the same to me.” Oh god, tears were going to start on his end too. Leonardo found himself sucking in a shaky breath, and opened his mouth to say something and ended up just closing it to nod at Abby. Finally, he glanced over at Ezio, little treble in his voice. “We have grandchildren. I hope they like the beard.” Ezio looked away from Abby and met Leonardo’s gaze with a suspiciously shiny one of his own. It wasn’t so long ago that hinting at such a future would have made him run the other direction or at least cling to the chance she was joking. Now he just felt a pull to hold onto what he loved for as long as this place allowed. It might not be very long at all, but there was little he could do about that. With that in mind, Ezio reached to press a warm hand to the back of Leonardo’s neck and reached for Abby’s arm with his free hand. “I imagine they love a beard on both of us. And I’m certain...,” he tipped a smirk towards Abby as he moved them both towards the door. “…Our daughter will let us hold onto that illusion, whether it is actually true or not.” |