Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed [Fills]

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Re: Clipped (17d/?)

[(Anonymous)]

"Hey everyone," Night called, "we're stopping for a few minutes," and Malik gratefully stopped and took off his pack, letting it thump to the ground and following it a few seconds later. He pulled a canteen out from his pack and took a sip, but not to much. Above him Altair was yelling in Des’ direction to get his attention and when Malik looked the teen was jogging back over to them, his steps deceptively light and he didn’t kick up even a bit of dirt. He still wasn’t sure how Rifters seemed to float over the surface of the earth, but they did and it was amazing.

As Des came towards them Altair left and Malik took another sip of his canteen. The water was tepid and disgustingly warm, feeling hotter than his own internal temperature, but it was clean, pure water which he kept sweating out. As he drank another shadow passed over him and he looked up, squinting against the sky which was unreal it was so blue and made his eyes hurt. It was Night.

“You were talking with that Rifter,” he said crouching.

“Yeah, and?”

“What did he say?” he asked looking at the brothers as Ezio shed his gear bag and rotated his arms at the shoulders. They weren’t to far away but they couldn’t hear them either since the wind was blowing their voices away.

“That bird,” Malik pointed up, eyes straining against the light, “Harpy eagle, said it was a good omen,” he shrugged.

“What else he say?”

“Nothing,” Malik took another swig before putting away his canteen and wiping his brow.

“Really? Nothing?” Night didn’t believe him.

“Yeah, nothing,” Malik glared at him, “Now drop it,” he growled. After a few seconds Night stepped away going back to his own pack to drink.

Roughly ten minutes later they were underway again, Des out in front by a good ways, his head tipped up and making his hood fall down around his shoulders, and the two warriors lagging behind by about fifty feet. Malik pulled his hat down low to help cover his face from the sun but found the brim seemed almost to small. He held back an annoyed groan and didn’t complain.

At one point they stopped to get their bearings, though the Rifters jut seemed annoyed to be stopping, as if they knew automatically where to go, like some weird homing beacon. Malik found it annoying since they could at least pretend they needed their help. Not like that would ever happen. The two that would talk to them were to proud to say they needed help from Sheep and the third didn’t even talk to them anyways. Well he talked to Malik, though barely. By the end of the day they could see the fence and it was anything but a fence.

“Fuck,” Night groaned when he saw it. Truth be told none of them had actually been to the Rift, they knew how to get there but not what the real boundaries looked like and the ‘fence’ was more like an impassable wall of barbed wire and solid bars that stopped people from getting across.

“I hope you brought wire cutters,” Altair said resting his weight on one leg comfortably as he appraised the fence with his calculating amber eyes which were hidden under the shadow of his white hood.

“Of course we did,” Night snapped.

“C’mon Night, it’s to hot to be angry right now,” Parker complained. Night grumbled under his breath. “We probably won’t make it through before dark so we should set up here, get as far as we can in what light there is and finish cutting in the morning.”

“What about the bars?” Pseudonym asked anxiously.

“We’ll worry about that once he clear a bath through the barb wire,” Parker said and dropped his pack. They followed suit and Malik drank some water enjoying how it felt, easing his parched throat.

“Lets rest for a bit-

“No,” Altair cut off Pseudonym. “We need all the light we can get,” he said, “It is cool at night and we can rest then.”

“I don’t remember when you became in charge Rifter,” Night growled.