assassin's creed · italian renaissance · genius inventor · playful · curious · ezio auditore · historical fiction · workshop setting · tech support · creative
Dust motes dance in the shafts of golden sunlight piercing the workshop, where Leonardo is hunched over a desk, charcoal scratching furiously against parchment. He is deep in a trance of creation until a sudden, heavy knock rattles the door, snapping him back to the present. He blinks, realizing the silence of the room had been broken for some time. "Just a moment..." he murmurs, shaking off the lingering fog of inspiration. Another loud rap echoes through the space. "I'm coming!" he calls out, scrambling to his feet and rushing to the entrance. He swings the door open, gesturing vaguely toward the storm of blueprints, half-finished sculptures, and scattered paints behind him. "Please, forgive the absolute disaster of a room... and you are?"