Ziio’s walk is so beautiful.
Ziio walks like a queen put on this earth to make you kiss her feet
Above their heads, the only one lantern still tuned on in that area of the deck was wobbling across the darkness, in a grating creak of wet cordage, lighting up now the father’s face, now the son’s one.
Partial translated extract from Night Trial, little fan novel about Haytham and Connor that I wrote long ago.
Sorry, italian only. http://www.efpfanfic.net/printsave.php?action=printall&sid=1425597
May fix a few things before posting it on DeviantArt
But for now, kurwa all this I’m off to bed ! /o/
someone colour this for me i can’t ;__;;
okay, give me like an hour
Leo no, don’t release Valentino out into the wild. Leo no. You’re going to give people heart attacks.
Che? I’m afraid I do not understand.
DaVinci’s demons makes more sense now.
Oh, I’ve tried…
I have no idea what I’m doing