Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed [Fills]

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Re: Clipped (20c/?)

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The following weeks moved at a snail’s pace for Malik. It seemed like everything had just been put on hold and everyone was just at a standstill. After life that involved the Rifter brothers everything else seemed to slow, to safe, and to lax. Normal people, Sheep really, didn’t move like Rifters did. Sheep were slow and weren’t quick to change, reactions were delayed. Looking at it now Malik understood why Altair always called them Sheep, why such a name was even needed, because compared to them it was all to slow, all to safe, secure and boring. Just how sheep were grazing in the field and they were the wolves that stalked the edges of the flock.

A surprise for him had come in the form of Leo when he’d gotten home. Apparently in the two weeks he’d been gone his friend had become famous. That painting of Des had made him a name within days and Malik thought it was funny to watch his friend try and cope with this new fame he had. The title for the piece he thought was especially fitting and brought about so much controversy Malik could cut it with a knife. After all it was a painting of a pet, the lowest rung on the human ladder in their country and he was being given a supernatural title that just eluded to the idea that not everything in the world was as it should be. It was hard not to think so though when it was called ‘The Prophet’.

It happened five weeks after Malik had returned home. He could sleep at night now, so that was a plus, he just didn’t know what to do with himself anymore. Sure he was a mover, but everything seemed so safe after what he’d done. Father he also probably didn’t ever have to work again after the share of Volpe’s money had been deposited into his bank account in ten thousand cash increments over the past few weeks. It was an obscene amount of money and he really hadn’t cared what the price had been when Daniel had called him telling him about the job; he’d just taken it with barely a thought. So to actually see it in his account was a bit of a mind fuck.

He was over Leo’s, as he often was, in his studio watching him paint. He had a million photos of the Rifters, taking them rather secretly the entire time they’d been lived with him and was painting certain ones. It had become an obsession and a passion as of late and his studio was littered with finished and unfinished paintings of the brother doing all sorts of things. The part that was probably most important though were the collars around their necks because Leo did not paint them out like so many artists did. There were some Malik especially liked, like the one of the three brothers sleeping in the bed with Des in his duel casts, or the amazingly up close picture of Altair stretching and showing off a muscular back, one covered in pale scars but Leo hadn’t painted in the wings.

Leo was currently not painting one of the brothers though, amazingly enough, but Francesco, who was being amazingly patient and still. He had to wanted to do a series of all of the children he cared for and sent to school. Malik would like to see how long that endeavor lasted before he got bored though. When Leo set out to do something he always got distracted or disinterested in it, however when it just came to him it was when he could create things that were magical.

He turned when the door opened hurriedly when Salai came into the studio looking flustered. “What’s the matter Salai?” he asked and the teen flapped his hands in a way that Malik knew was sign but couldn’t understand. “Leo,” he prompted and the artist tore his eyes away from his painting and saw Salai.

“Slow down you’re not making any sense Salai,” Leo said frowning. Salai took a deep breath and with a new deliberateness signed out what he wanted to say. “He says there’s something on the news,” Salai nodded rapidly and grabbed both their hands and began to pull. “Ah! Salai what are you doing?” Leo cried in surprise but the pet said nothing and just pulled harder. The red head dragged them out into the living room, Francesco trailing behind, and the TV screen was frozen on some news reporters face. “Salai, explain yourself,” Leo demanded sounding annoyed.