#yes I know the book doesn't say she has freckles but it's my design so of course she has

[triaelf9]

Dealing with Dragons: Cimorene sketch ^_^

Been re-listening to Dealing with Dragons recently (anyone who knows me knows I will not shut up about how formative this series was for me re: many things but mostly dragons) and so I got the urge to draw Cimorene again (I sketched her like a year or so ago, but can't find it, so I thought a redesign with my new style was perfect!)

Also, my fav book reviewer (I have one of those now?? What??) Just covered the first book of the series, so if you want to check out a great reviewer AND my favorite book of all time, here's the link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jMaKkwHQQKM

Not me trying to speak into existence an Enchanted Forest Chronicles graphic novel series that I get to adapt, whatttt noooo... ^_-

[bewareofchris]

It doesn't necessarily have to be happy, but I'd like to see exactly how Ezio and Sofia and Leonardo figured out how they did their relationship?

R | Ezio/Sofia but mostly Leonardo | R for crude language and sexual themes

a/n: so I couldn’t fit 10-ish years of slow development into one comment fic.  And Ezio doesn’t even show up in this.  But hopefully it’s a representative sample of how the process went.  

“Ezio is going to ask you to marry him.”  Leonardo found her in the library of the old house.  The Mansion, as she liked to think of it.  They had been summoned through their association with the families, always just after Christmas, always at the mansion.  It was the second day of seven, when everyone was still in good spirits and the many children were still getting along.  (The adults, they got along as well as always.)  

Sofia tucked a scrap of paper into the book so she’d remember her place after she closed it and set it aside.  Leonardo had brought her a drink (something clear, like water or vodka) and one for himself.  He sat in the arm chair closest to hers and crossed his legs at the knee while he waited for some reaction.  Sofia had developed a particular love for making Leonardo wait (because he always got distracted in the middle of his impatience, and left muttering about how he should carry a notebook with him everywhere and never did).  She sipped her drink (it was vodka, before noon).  “I had some idea he might.”

“I designed your engagement ring,” Leonardo said.  “It’s very beautiful.  If you turn him down, ask if you can keep the ring regardless.  It was custom made for you.”

“Diamonds?”

“Nothing so obvious,” Leonardo assured her.  

“It seems underhanded to tell me about it before he has his chance,” she said.  She sipped the vodka because alcohol made sparring with Leonardo more interesting.  It took the edge off how infuriating he could be simply by breathing.  It wasn’t even anything he intended to do, but it exuded from his every pore, the unstoppable force of his intelligence and creativity.  And it was very fucking annoying.  

“I was trying to engineer a threesome but my options are fairly limited.  Federico and Cristina along with Edward and his lesbian wives are more limbs than I care to have to keep track of, Desmond is a prude and even if he weren’t, Lucy wouldn’t share him.  I probably convince Kadar to let me give him a blowjob but his wife would cut my throat if I did.  Altair would fuck me–”

“But you’d need medical attention afterward?”

“–but Malik won’t let me near him.  That too.  It has to be inadvisable to have rough sex with a dick that big.”  He was smiling over the idea of it though.  

“Malik won’t let you?” she repeated.  “Threesomes aren’t on his sex list?”

“Ah, threesomes are on his sex list.  It’s specifically me that’s been barred from joining.  He said, it wouldn’t be any fun for him because neither Altair nor I would remember he was even there.  He’s not wrong; most of my sexual feelings toward Altair are somewhat violent.”  Leonardo shrugged that off and took a drink out of his glass.  (There was no telling if it was vodka or water in his.)  “That leaves me with the man I’ve been fucking and his possible future wife.  Since he’s decided that once he’s married we cannot fuck anymore, I felt it would be somewhat difficult to convince him to remove his clothes and put his dick in my mouth if he’s carrying around the engagement ring.”

“He’s a romantic at heart,” she agreed.  She set the glass on the table with the book and shifted how she was sitting to really get a solid look at Leonardo.  He was nonthreatening to most.  Many people mistook his thinness as a sign of weakness.  His freckles and his genial smile were marks of a timid man and more than one person had assumed that meant he was easily overpowered.  “I thought you told him that I was the best choice for a wife because I’d let you keep fucking him.”

Leonardo shrugged.  “The Auditore brothers have preconceived notions of how life should work.  I, the affair, cannot convince him it wouldn’t be a violation of his future wedding vows to keep having sex.”

“Federico fucks his cousin,” Sofia countered.

“With his wife’s consent.”  That must have been the important part.  Cristina allowed it and therefore it was acceptable.  

“Do you actually want a threesome or did you just want me to tell Ezio that I don’t mind if you blow him?”  

“I would accept either,” didn’t name a preference.  It was followed up almost immediately with, “you don’t have to, you know.  He loves you.  He’d give me up and I can’t say that it wouldn’t be fair.  I don’t love him the way you do, I’d miss the opportunity to make use of his body but everything else about him that I find attractive would remain the same.  You don’t have to allow this if it makes you unhappy.”

Sofia leaned forward to lay her hand over Leonardo’s, to make sure he was really looking at her, and she said, “you think too highly of yourself,” was very gently put.  “In general, men think too highly of sex.  He uses you to scratch an itch that needs scratching.  Whose to say I don’t have someone that does the same for me?”

Leonardo laughed and put a hand over top hers.  He leaned forward so they were very confidential.  “You shouldn’t tell him about Malik.  Ezio is precious and simple and your intellectual infidelity will confuse him.”

“It wouldn’t matter to him at all,” Sofia countered, “because he was raised in a world where the only infidelity that matters is the one that involves dicks.  This is what I mean, men think too highly of sex.”

They were very pleased with themselves, all pink in the face and grasping one another’s hands.  Leonardo said, “You shouldn’t tell Malik either.”

Sofia laughed, “I’m not stupid.  What would I say to him, Malik I’ve been in love with you since we met?  Malik, sometimes I wake up in the morning and all I want is to call you to debate literary devices and fourteenth century morals?”

“How is that attractive to you?” Leonardo whispered.

“You got me drunk,” she said.  “That’s morally reprehensible.”

Leonardo laughed all low and bubbling, making his cheeks flush red under the freckles.  He nodded his head, “I’m drunk too,” was meant to even the playing field.  “Maybe we should be more sober before we make agreements about sharing Ezio’s body.”

“Yes,” she agreed, “if we get him drunk and have our way with him, he’ll feel bad.”

Leonardo agreed.  “I hate this family reunion.  This house makes my skin crawl.  Maybe you should tell him we can’t fuck just so they’ll stop inviting me.”

“Boo hoo,” Sofia said, “I’m going to be marrying into this obligation.  If I’m stuck, you’re stuck with me.”  She tipped her head and kissed his pretty flushed cheek.

“Fine,” he sighed, “if you insist.”