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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.3

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Mindshift 3/18

(Anonymous) 2011-06-08 06:36 pm (UTC)(link)
The old man chuckled and looked at him as they walked along. “Son, I have no idea about your back story. I do not know if you speak the truth, or what it could mean. But, I can tell you are a strong young man with a good heart. You would not have buried those bodies which have been dead for several years now if you were not a good man. I saw the grave. I also know that you would not pick up a blade unless you could fight, and your build speaks of much training.”

Desmond found himself smiling warmly as he walked with the man. They climbed down the ladder and over a small bridge. “Well, thank you. I’m really lost. I don’t know how I got here.”

“It will be a pleasure it have you: I am sure. As for your first task, you can help me finish packing. I do not own much, but I own entirely too much for an old man like myself.”

“I never caught your name, forgive me for being so blunt.”

“My name is Basil Allaw, but you may call me ‘granddad,’ if you wish.”

Desmond smiled at the old man, who smiled back. He was amazed at how fluent his Arabic was still. “Are you sure? I never had a grandfather.”

“Then by all means, call me ‘granddad.’”

“Okay, granddad.”

He grinned at the word. He liked it, and he liked the man. He was lucky. As they walked out of the mines, he pulled out the small ragdoll, rubbing a finger against its face. It looked slightly like Malik, except this one had two arms and was dressed in assassin’s robes.

“That is an adorable doll,” the old man said as he hobbled over to his horse. “Can you help me up?”

Desmond nodded and gave him a lift onto the horse.

“My! Strong indeed!”

Desmond laughed and mounted a spare horse off to the side. “The doll was a gift from a friend.”

The old man nodded sagely. “Hold onto it tightly, then, child.”

The young man agreed, taking one last look at it and tucking it away. He smiled. After half an hour of riding, they approached a small house on the outskirts of the town. A group of guards was standing outside. They must be looking for trouble. As they approached, the guards turned and smirked at the old man, freezing when they noticed Desmond. The horses stopped in front of the guards, and the group knelt. They were the Sunni Muslim guards.

“S-sir.”

Desmond realized they were addressing him. He glanced at his uniform: the Knights were higher rank. He smirked. When the guards looked at him hesitantly, he wiped the smirk from his face and growled, “Who gave you permission to leave your post?”

“N-no one, sir.”

“Then why are you here? I’m feeling generous, and if you can get back to your posts in twenty seconds, I won’t report you. One…”

The guards split, and Desmond laughed once they were out of earshot.

“Thank God! These guys are as dumb as me!”

He hopped off the horse and helped the old man down. “You should pray to Allah for forgiveness for lying.”

He shrugged. “I’m sorry, Granddad, but I don’t believe in Allah.”

The old man looked scandalized. “You believe in the Christian god?”

“I don’t believe in any god. If there was a god, he’d make this world a better place with his ‘magical powers.’ Anyway, I’m a good liar. That’s the only way I’m still alive today.”

The old man scrutinized him, then pursed his lips. “Come, we will put the horses up, then pack. Tomorrow we leave.”

He nodded and followed the old man’s lead. When he walked inside, most of the furniture was all ready packed, save the largest of it. He felt right at home—a place where the people were not smarter than him, and he could lie his way confidently, so long as he watched his “modernized” habits. As he helped the old man finish getting ready to move, he pondered it.

“It’s funny, you know.”

The old man looked at him. “What is?”

“I feel more like I belong here than I did back home.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah…”

He was so used to this life all ready that he forgot his other life if he didn’t force himself to think of it, and it had only been a matter of hours. He figured if it continued like this, it was only a matter of time before he completely forgot the future. With a shrug, he smiled to himself.