Altair looked up at the sun after a while, it was practically at it’s apex, meaning that this meeting had gone on long enough. He stood up from his spot on the tree his head whirling with part events that he shut away into that dark corner of his mind that he didn’t inspect all too often. Too many things he didn’t want to remember dwelled there and he had no patience for the past anymore. It was over, it was done, and yet still those old blades cut like freshly forged steel.
“Giovanni,” he said after clearing his throat, standing over the two of them. “It is time to go.”
“Okay,” he nodded, “Bye bye mama,” and he hugged her and kissed her on the cheek before following Altair who was making his way towards the exit.
“Same time next time, Lucrezia,” he told the blonde from the exit where she still sat under the trees watching them go. She only nodded and he turned away.
“Aalam,” Giovanni said and drew his attention downward. “What’s wrong?”
“Hm? Why would you think something is wrong?” he asked though wasn’t exactly surprised the boy had figured it out. He was no simple boy, he was a child of Eden, or at very least the Shroud.
“You’re sad,” he said softly, like a whisper or a secret. “Right? Consus says you’re sad too,” he said.
Altair let out a dry chuckle, “Perhaps,” he agreed, “But like everything, it too, shall pass.” The boy frowned and went up to him and hugged him as high as he could reach, which was only about the thigh. Altair swallowed something heavy, “Come Giovanni, we should be getting back. It is time for lunch-
“And you didn’t have breakfast,” Giovanni said grinning.
“No, I haven’t,’ he agreed.
“I’m hungry too,” the child declared and let go of Altair’s leg before grabbing his hand and practically pulling him back towards Tiber Island. --
Almost cried writing this too, wtf why do little kids and Altair now make me unreasonably depressed?
Re: Two Eagles (124b/?)
Altair looked up at the sun after a while, it was practically at it’s apex, meaning that this meeting had gone on long enough. He stood up from his spot on the tree his head whirling with part events that he shut away into that dark corner of his mind that he didn’t inspect all too often. Too many things he didn’t want to remember dwelled there and he had no patience for the past anymore. It was over, it was done, and yet still those old blades cut like freshly forged steel.
“Giovanni,” he said after clearing his throat, standing over the two of them. “It is time to go.”
“Okay,” he nodded, “Bye bye mama,” and he hugged her and kissed her on the cheek before following Altair who was making his way towards the exit.
“Same time next time, Lucrezia,” he told the blonde from the exit where she still sat under the trees watching them go. She only nodded and he turned away.
“Aalam,” Giovanni said and drew his attention downward. “What’s wrong?”
“Hm? Why would you think something is wrong?” he asked though wasn’t exactly surprised the boy had figured it out. He was no simple boy, he was a child of Eden, or at very least the Shroud.
“You’re sad,” he said softly, like a whisper or a secret. “Right? Consus says you’re sad too,” he said.
Altair let out a dry chuckle, “Perhaps,” he agreed, “But like everything, it too, shall pass.” The boy frowned and went up to him and hugged him as high as he could reach, which was only about the thigh. Altair swallowed something heavy, “Come Giovanni, we should be getting back. It is time for lunch-
“And you didn’t have breakfast,” Giovanni said grinning.
“No, I haven’t,’ he agreed.
“I’m hungry too,” the child declared and let go of Altair’s leg before grabbing his hand and practically pulling him back towards Tiber Island.
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Almost cried writing this too, wtf why do little kids and Altair now make me unreasonably depressed?