... can be really bad for assassins' brains. No kidding. Prompt is here: http://forkinsocket.livejournal.com/19704.html?thread=4365816#t4365816
Long story short: Altair is 'trolling' around at the bureau and knocks Malik's incense pot. And he had to go and buy some more. Of course, he manages to mess up and end up buying some highly aphrodisiac incense instead. (Which none of them realize at first...) And topping Altair was a plus...
I said I was on it like a month ago, and I apologize for the delay. I hope you anons will like it still.
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Malik huffed for the umpteenth time of the afternoon, watching Altair lounge in the Bureau. It was annoying enough that the assassin had to work in 'his' city, but he had to stay here as long as he could, right? Meaning, as long as Malik doesn't threaten to manhandle him out of the Bureau. And Altair himself knew better than to tempt Malik into throwing knives at him – the man was a master at aiming after all.
However, such considerations never quite entered the ex-Master Assassin's mind as he got up and made it to the desk, as if to say something. But he kept silent and his only presence made Malik want to slam his head into the wood – either Altair's or his own, at this point he did not even care. The dai really hated to have someone peering at him when he was working. Actually, the only thing he hated more was Altair tipping his incense pot over...
“If you have nothing better to do, I suggest you leave. As far as I know, there are no templars here.” A polite way to tell him to get the hell out of here. Or not so polite. But he did not need to be polite or anything – it was Altair, after all.
A sigh – and a dull thud. Ashes on his map, catching in the still-wet ink. He could hear the assassin smile, even though he did not say anything. It was too much. Slamming his hand on the desk, Malik threw just about every curse he knew at his 'brother's head, until it sounded like a sandstorm. Undistinguishable but still scary. And that alone made Altair stop dead in his track. Part of Malik smirked inwardly at the unguarded flinch in the assassin's posture, making it clear that he expected something to be hurled at him. In search of incense, he found none – and then, he felt like he should make Altair pay – not only the map was ruined but he had no more incense. Sometimes, Malik wondered if the man did not follow courses about 'how to infuriate a dai in 10- minutes' – knowing him, it must be an innate quality.
“Altair... come back here, please.”
Malik rarely asked anything, let alone said please but it was all the more why Altair turned around and slowly stepped toward the fuming dai. Maybe tipping the incense pot one more time was a mistake? Oh well...
“Since you haven't started your investigations, I have something for you: go to the market. You can find informations but... I will have you buying me incense. Sandalwood and Benzoin, if you can recognize them. Otherwise just ask – if they don't have any, just come back, and I will deal with it later.” Just as Altair nodded and went to the door, the dai called after him: I'll reconsider kicking your sorry ass into next week if you come back before the next round of the guards.” And with just this, he sent the eagle out. It was actually of telling him to be wary of the guards. He did not need to have to tend to Altair's wounds before his mission started.
[FILL] Incense 1/
Prompt is here: http://forkinsocket.livejournal.com/19704.html?thread=4365816#t4365816
Long story short: Altair is 'trolling' around at the bureau and knocks Malik's incense pot. And he had to go and buy some more. Of course, he manages to mess up and end up buying some highly aphrodisiac incense instead. (Which none of them realize at first...) And topping Altair was a plus...
I said I was on it like a month ago, and I apologize for the delay. I hope you anons will like it still.
...
Malik huffed for the umpteenth time of the afternoon, watching Altair lounge in the Bureau. It was annoying enough that the assassin had to work in 'his' city, but he had to stay here as long as he could, right? Meaning, as long as Malik doesn't threaten to manhandle him out of the Bureau. And Altair himself knew better than to tempt Malik into throwing knives at him – the man was a master at aiming after all.
However, such considerations never quite entered the ex-Master Assassin's mind as he got up and made it to the desk, as if to say something. But he kept silent and his only presence made Malik want to slam his head into the wood – either Altair's or his own, at this point he did not even care. The dai really hated to have someone peering at him when he was working. Actually, the only thing he hated more was Altair tipping his incense pot over...
“If you have nothing better to do, I suggest you leave. As far as I know, there are no templars here.” A polite way to tell him to get the hell out of here. Or not so polite. But he did not need to be polite or anything – it was Altair, after all.
A sigh – and a dull thud. Ashes on his map, catching in the still-wet ink. He could hear the assassin smile, even though he did not say anything. It was too much. Slamming his hand on the desk, Malik threw just about every curse he knew at his 'brother's head, until it sounded like a sandstorm. Undistinguishable but still scary. And that alone made Altair stop dead in his track. Part of Malik smirked inwardly at the unguarded flinch in the assassin's posture, making it clear that he expected something to be hurled at him. In search of incense, he found none – and then, he felt like he should make Altair pay – not only the map was ruined but he had no more incense. Sometimes, Malik wondered if the man did not follow courses about 'how to infuriate a dai in 10- minutes' – knowing him, it must be an innate quality.
“Altair... come back here, please.”
Malik rarely asked anything, let alone said please but it was all the more why Altair turned around and slowly stepped toward the fuming dai. Maybe tipping the incense pot one more time was a mistake? Oh well...
“Since you haven't started your investigations, I have something for you: go to the market. You can find informations but... I will have you buying me incense. Sandalwood and Benzoin, if you can recognize them. Otherwise just ask – if they don't have any, just come back, and I will deal with it later.” Just as Altair nodded and went to the door, the dai called after him: I'll reconsider kicking your sorry ass into next week if you come back before the next round of the guards.” And with just this, he sent the eagle out. It was actually of telling him to be wary of the guards. He did not need to have to tend to Altair's wounds before his mission started.