Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed [Fills]

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Re: Clipped (21g/21)

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"What are you here for?" Malik asked and Altair's eyes left Leo. Again there was guilt but it was old guilt from when he'd seen Malik then, the present Altair felt none. Desmond knew all about it but didn't like to think about it. Malik was... special. He was a Sheep, he was blue, he had a brother who was an outstanding warrior, trying to become an assassin, and he'd been in love with Altair. That was why Desmond had always found him so interesting. He was an anomaly, something that shouldn't exist in itself, a blue Sheep, but also because of what he meant to Altair even if he didn't admit it or recognize it himself. Malik was stability, something his brother had needed then when he'd been holding himself together by hairs, having to keep what was left of his family alive and yet unable to actually mourn the loss of their entire clan and family. He needed it now too, but he had it. He had this, his purpose in life had been returned to him and his family was safe; all else was now secondary. There was guilt though that he'd left Malik here when he'd all but begged to come, wanting to see what was out there, see his brother again, and maybe be with Altair. Only the two first reasons made him guilty and that's actually what made Desmond the saddest. Again the memory glitched, warping at the edges like someone was burning a reel of film.

“You’ll see on the news soon enough,” Desmond’s mouth moved with Altair’s words as he spoke them and fell back into sync.

“Was that you? ‘The Prophet Lives’?” Leo quickly asked.

Altair’s eyes narrowed, “I do not agree with it, but yes, it is us,” Altair said.

“Why? No, never mind, I don’t really care,” Leo said shaking his head, “What are you doing here Altair?”

“I’m not here to hurt you,” he said because indeed the two of them did look very worried about that since they were stiff and wary of him and every movement he made. “You know I wouldn’t.”

“That was before you people started treating ours like sport,” Malik said narrowing his eyes at him.

Altair just sighed and rolled his eyes, “Why do we do anything Malik?” he asked him, “For the same reason I did anything,” and Malik blinked at him. “We just want peace, to be left alone, and now we have a chance to change things and make it so. So we are.”

“Half of our leaders are dead,” Leo said.

“I know,” he frowned, “I am sorry, we did what was needed. You’ll be glad for it one day.”

“Says who? The world is falling apart-

“Des says so, and no one doubts him, because no one can see the way he does,” Altair cut him off annoyedly. “He’s saved you both more than once because of what he sees.”

“How?” Leo asked.

“It wasn’t an accident that Garnier fell from that platform during his last public appearance,” and watched Leo pale. The man, a priest, had been one of the main supporters in trying to get Leo arrested for treason on the account that his painting was being used to fuel this chaos. However before he could fully act upon it he’d fallen off a platform during a fundraiser and broken his neck, killing him instantly. After that no one had been to keen on publicly showing dislike towards the artist since the general public loved him and were outraged by Garnier’s public accusations about him being a terrorist. “I don’t really have time to go over everything, but my brother and I made a promise, know that we’re keeping it.”

“Is that all you came here for?”

Altair shook his head then a sort of helpless grin cross his visage, “I’m here now for a totally selfish reason,” he admitted. The two Sheep just waited, “Des wanted to see you.”

“He did? Where is he?” Leo asked glancing around curiously as if the young man would just spring up out of nowhere.

"He's here," and Altair lifted his hand and pressed a finger to his temple. "Not now of course, but he'll see this. He wanted me to tell you that he's watching you, both of you and won’t let anything happen to you."

"How?"

"He's a prophet Leo, how do you think he is?"

"Oh… I admit Altair, I don't really know what to do. But then that's always the case with you Rifters isn't it?"