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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed [Fills]
We're about to reach the posting limit on pt.1&2, this is for those who wish to continue/write on prompts on both these parts.
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Re: Two Eagles (120/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-07-14 06:10 am (UTC)(link)"I am not a fucking boy," Cipriano said in a low growl interjecting curses where he wanted since he knew Altair liked hearing him say them.
"Hmmm, not with those eye's you aren't," Altair agreed looking down at Cipriano who was staring back with dark, feral, eyes.
"And yes, I am," Cipriano said and pressed his lips against the tender flesh on the inside of his thigh.
"Let me know if you find any new ones. I can't keep track," Altair's teased and Cipriano laughed softly into his skin.
"I will," he promised, sliding further down to coil his tongue across a practically invisible scar on the inside of his knee.
Altair sighed and relaxed into the bed, enjoying Cipriano's careful attention to each scar, even the small ones. "Hey," he growled when the young man bit down on his thigh, "I have enough permanent bite marks," he said and grinning an apology Cipriano released his flesh and kissed the red mark.
“Sorry,” he said softly and Altair could feel the way his lips were curled against his skin.
“That mouth of yours always gets you into trouble Cipriano,” he said and Cipriano chuckled.
“I can’t help it. You seem to bring out the worst in me,” he didn’t seem sorry in the slightest however. Altair just chuckled as fingers and lips moved back up his chest and Cipriano practically lay on top of him, his chin on his sternum. “And I just had a thought-
“Oh here we go-
“Shut up,” he said sounding annoyed but mirthful. Delicatly he picked at the Key which lay in the hollow of his throat. “Why do you always wear this?”
“Problem?”
“You don’t even take it off when we have sex.”
“I don’t take it off when I bathe either,” he pointed out. “Does it bother you?”
Cipriano’s lips became a thin line for a moment as he decided on his answer. “Do you take it off for Venitia?”
“She’s lucky if I take off my clothes,” and Cipriano laughed, quickly smothering it in Altair’s chest, his body shuttering with his amusement.
“Really?” he asked around Altair’s skin and his own giggling. Altair only shrugged to the question. “It’s important to you though-
“Yes. Now are we going to keep talking or-
Cipriano was laughing again. “Weren’t you the one saying we didn’t have to?” he challenged but Altair just pushed him and rolled them over so he was pinning the younger man on his back. “Or were you just kidding?”
“It is not advisable to anger me,” he growled softly though not at all angry.
“You couldn’t be angry with me if you cried,” Cipriano challenged, lifting his head off the pillow and kissed him.
“You should learn manners,” Altair managed to say only when they remembered to breath.
“You’ll have to discipline me than.”
Altair rose both brows at him, “Oh, do not tempt me,” and Cipriano grinned into their next kiss, wrapping his arms around Altair’s neck, keeping him close. “Because I will,” he promised against his lips. At least they could be like this now, an uncertain future could wait and Altair focused just on the man before him, not even letting those dark ghosts get in the way.
Re: Two Eagles (121/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-07-14 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)The knocking was soft, but annoyingly insistent, like a fly that buzzed around your ear and you couldn’t manage to catch it. He grumbled and practically slid off the bed feeling boneless and exhausted and feeling a certain amount of rightful rage to whoever had the balls big enough to disturb his rest. Didn’t they know what time it was?
Currently though he was naked, which was rather obvious, so he slouched over to his dresser and dragged out a pair of pants and stumbled into them, almost falling on his face at least once. Just once though, he wasn’t clumsy enough to almost fall twice. Blindly he reached out and dragged a scarf from the pile he kept at the top of the dresser and mindlessly wrapped it around his head and face like a woman’s hijab. He’d done up enough of those in his life to know how to put one on in the dark, with gloves on, upside down. The drawstring was tied around his waist as he walked to the door and opened it, sticking his head out and looking back and forth down the hall.
No one.
Someone was going to die.
“Aalam,” he started at the voice and looked down and his anger evaporated. It was Giovanni Borgia.
“Giovanni, what are you doing here?” he grumbled and rubbed the part of his face that was visible.
“You’re supposed to take me to see my mama,” he said.
“Now?” what time was it? “What time is it?”
“An hour past the quarter bell,” he recited.
Altair uttered a curse in Arabic. He’d slept in. That hadn’t happened in a long while, not that he was particularly surprised though. “Well I just woke,” he said before realizing something, “How did you find my room?” the boy had never been near his room before.
“Consus told me to ask Dante. He told me,” the traitor. No doubt making him work hard instead of sleeping in. He really did want to go back to bed since he and Cipriano had returned late and finally fallen asleep even later. He was going to have words with Dante about telling children where his room was.
“I see,” he sighed and pondered over what to do. “Come in, I am not yet dressed but I don’t want you waiting outside,” and the boy darted into his room now seeming to be very excited. “Sit on the chair, I will be ready shortly,” he said and the child climbed up onto the chair and sat.
Muttering to himself, though slowly growing more awake, Altair went back over to the bed. “I need to leave,” he said softly, leaning over Cipriano in the bed who was still buried under their blankets making his form indiscernible as far as gender went.
“You need to come back to bed,” Cipriano grumbled, his head stuffed into a pillow.
“Duty calls, it comes first,” he sighed and ran a hand through the loosened curls that covered the darker man’s head.
He turned over so he was lying on his back now and reached up to tug down Altair’s scarf, “Our bed should come first,” he lamented, fingertips drifting over the lines on his face.
“You’ll live somehow,” Altair said and kissed him gently, “You can stay here, just lock the door when you leave.”
“Where are you going?” Altair’s response was to look over his shoulder and Cipriano twisted in order to see around him. “Is that-
“Yes, the Borgia boy,” he said quietly. “Just go back to sleep. We’ll be gone shortly.”
“And if I don’t want you to go?” Cipriano purposefully grabbed the hem of Altair’s pants to keep him from leaving.
“I must, sorry,” he said and gently tugged away. Cipriano just groaned and rolled back over, almost sulking. Altair rolled his eyes and looked back over at Giovanni who was on his knees, leaning over his desk, hands pressed against some papers. He didn’t fear the boy would be able to read them though since like all the personal papers he kept they were written in coded Arabic that he read as easily as regular Arabic. He dressed quickly, pulling off the scarf he’d been wearing to replace it with his mask and hood. “Giovanni,” he called softly as he sheathed his sword properly, now fully dressed and armed.
The boy spun in the chair so fast to look at him he almost fell over and Altair chuckled softly, “Are we going to see my mama now?” he asked excitedly.
Re: Two Eagles (122/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-07-14 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)“Aalam, why was someone else sleeping in your bed?” he asked in a way only a child could ask such a personal question without it being offensive.
“It isn’t important,” Altair replied, “But you must not mention it to anyone.”
“Why?” his head tilted to the side slightly, trying to understand.
Altair kneeled in front of him, “It would cause me a great deal of trouble if people knew I was sharing my room.”
“Why?”
Oh great, this game. Why did children love the ‘why game’? He never knew, and he didn’t know if he had done the same thing even since that had been far to long ago to remember. “Because I’m doing something wrong. I would get in trouble if people found out. You don’t want to get me into trouble, do you Giovanni?”
“No!” he cried, even giving a little jump.
“Good, than this will be our secret? I can trust you with this can’t I brother?”
Giovanni practically glowed at the praise, “Yes, yes I won’t tell anyone,” he promised, nodding rapidly.
“Good, now lets go see your mama,” he said and stood back up. Giovanni smiled brightly and padded along next to him quickly to keep up with his longer strides.
They left the hideout without incident, except for Francesco asking if Altair if he’d seen Cipriano, he’d just said no and moved along. Out on the island no one paid them mind and it wasn’t until they crossed over the bridge that Altair began to use allies and side streets. While he could have moved through the crowd unseen without trouble, no one remembering he’d even been there, there was the boy who as always was curious and would have been noticed. Children he’d found were more memorable than adults because they were so loud, so clumsy. So he stuck to the shaded and less traveled lanes. At one point Giovanni came right up to his side and grabbed his hand. He looked down, surprised, and saw him looking around warily. Not afraid, but nervous as if the darkened streets made him uneasy, which was understandable seeing as how he was only five years old. Altair simply squeezed his hand and continued on, at a bit of a slower pace so he didn’t have to drag him along.
Eventually they came to a quiet, empty, walled plaza. There was one entrance that didn’t involve scaling a three story building and there were two trees in a patch of grass cut into the stone paving. He left Giovanni there, telling him to be quiet and not draw attention before leaving to go find Lucrezia. It didn’t take long, for she was where she always was, waiting for him at one of the fountains, dressed down from her normal splendor so she almost passed as a normal woman.
“Hello Lucrezia,” he said only loud enough to be heard by them and not draw attention.
“You,” was all she said that little hint of venom still there. She did not know his name, he wouldn’t tell her even though she had asked. “Where is my son?”
“This way,” and he made a small sweeping motion with his arms as if to indicate her to go first. She huffed and marched past him, he followed a step behind and directed her where to turn. They weren’t far from the plaza so it was not much of a walk but as they got closer Altair felt like something was amiss.
Lucrezia froze at the entrance of the plaza and Altair quickly looked around her and saw two older men looming over Giovanni who was still sitting where Altair had left him. He couldn’t hear their words but men did not approach children for no reason, especially not in a city like Rome. He pushed past the woman who seemed on the verge of outrage and quickly walked over to them. “Excuse me,” he called and the men looked up. They looked like slavers, or maybe thieves, hell they could have been brothel owners. Some people had sick fantasies that some people were willing to cater to. Whatever they were they looked likely were no good. “I would advise leaving,” he said.
“Get lost, we ain’t got no quarrel with you,” said one.
“Ah, but I have one with you should you not step away from that child,” Altair said.
Re: Two Eagles (123/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-07-14 09:23 pm (UTC)(link)--
The two men looked him over but saw nothing but his robes, no armor, no weapons, they all were hidden, and he did not wear such a flashy uniform as some of his brothers and sisters did. “Oh? What what are you supposed to be? The Assassino?” one of them joked and he frowned, narrowing his eyes as well. All of Rome knew of Ezio’s reputation, he was the Assassin, most thought the only one, and they knew he dressed in white robes with a hood and a cape.
“No. I am not,” he said in a hard tone. “I am just a blade in the crowd, and unless you want to find out what that means you will leave, now,” he growled.
The men just laughed, “Oh, thinks he’s tough doesn’t he? Look man, we don’t want to fight you, wouldn’t be a fair fight and-
“I take that as a no,” and he grabbed one by the collar of his robes and seemed to toss him aside so that he struck the wall, the blow cushioned by his head. The other yelped when Altair dragged him close with his right hand and seemed to punch him in the gut, only this punch was accompanied by the deadly taste of steel as he twisted his hidden blade into the man’s soft inner flesh. “You would do well too remember to take the words of strangers more seriously,” he said softly and released the man who stared at the man before slumping over, not dead, but seriously wounded.
“As for you,” he looked over at the other man who’d scrambled to his feet and upon Altair turning his attention to him bolted, knocking Lucrezia down in his haste to get away.
“Mama!” Giovanni cried and ran over to her and helped her up, “Are you okay?” he asked.
Lucrezia gave her son one of her rare smiles, “Yes darling, I’m fine.”
“Good,” he said cheerfully.
“But you,” and Lucrezia turned a sharp eye on him.
“I,” Altair nodded slightly.
“You just killed a man in front of my son an-
“He isn’t dead,” Altair looked down, “Not yet anyway,” he added. “I could have if I wanted, but it will be no worse than what he will have to do,” he said looking at them.
“Do not say such things, my child is not a murderer,” she snarled at him and marched over to him, Giovanni her little shadow.
“Giovanni, why don’t you tell your mama what you want to be when you grow up.”
There was a bright shine to the boy’s eyes when he said, “I want to be a Master Assassin like you Aa-” he cut off when Altair shook his head at him, silently telling him not to say his name.
“Oh Giovanni why would you say that?” she asked sounding beside herself and crouched in front of her son. “Those sorts of men kill people.”
The boy opened his mouth, then closed it, then opened it again and said, “Cesare kills people too,” and Lucrezia seemed shocked.
She turned to Altair furiously, “What have you been teaching my son?” she demanded.
“Only truth, unlike that house of lies you live in.” She looked away, embarrassed perhaps, or guilty, he didn’t know. “You stay here, I shall return shortly,” he said.
“Where are you going?”
“I cannot just leave him here,” Altair gently kicked the man who thankfully was not screaming but rather seemed too terrified for words. “Either the Tiber or a doctor, I have not decided which,” and he leaned down before throwing the man over his shoulder. “And do not leave here Lucrezia, or I will not be pleased,” he added as a threat though he knew realistically she’d never jeopardize her son or her ability to keep seeing him.
At her nod he left the plaza and found the nearest doctor. “How may I be of service?” he asked.
“This man,” and he put the man down onto the ground.
“Oh, does he need treatment? Is he dead?” he seemed interested in the dead part.
“Perhaps. He could be, if you wished it,” Altair said. All the doctors knew of the Assassins and other than a few in the area they all paid tribute to the Assassins who kept guards and unsatisfied patients from harassing them. Not to mention Ezio practically owned every practice in this part of Rome as well. “He got in my way,” he explained, “Do you want him?”
“Well as a doctor I cannot kill a patient, it would go against my oath.”
“I see, then perhaps you could heal him? Allow me inside, he is very heavy.”
Re: Two Eagles (124/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-07-14 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)“What should I do with him?” Altair asked keeping a firm hand on the man’s chest as he tried to get up despite his wound.
“He does not look like he’ll make it,” the doctor said pulling off his mask with a frown.
“That is unfortunate.”
“Wait, no!” the man finally spoke, able to finally twist his tongue into words that had been tied from fear. “Please, don’t kill me. I don’t want to die.”
“Ah, but do you deserve to live?” the doctor asked. The statement didn’t surprise Altair, he knew doctors would let their patients die if they felt they deserved it. Not all doctors did, but some. “What was he doing?”
“He and another looked interested in my ward. He is five.”
The doctor tutted, “Definitely not than,” he said.
“You’re a doctor, you’re supposed to help people!” the man cried.
“Ha! Really? No no my friend, I help people who help me. And you are not, so-” he went over to his cabinet and pulled out a small glass jar as well as a syringe. “I’m going to give you something to make you sleep. When you wake up, you won’t remember a thing,” he said filling the syringe with clear liquid and moving back over to them.
“When?” the man seemed relieved since ‘when’ implied he wasn’t going to die.
“Yes. Say hello to God for me while you’re up there,” and he stuck the man with the needle pushing down the stopper quickly. The man stared at him before Altair watched his body shake a few times and lay still. “Rest now, this life is over,” the doctor said and closed the man’s eyes. “Thank you,” he told Altair and handed him a few coins, far fewer than he would make in selling the body to an artist, or simply using it for his own deeds.
“I won’t say it was a pleasure,” Altair ducked his head when the doctor chuckled and left the doctor’s office. He gave the coins to a street urchin without shoes and told them to buy themselves some with it and they nodded before running away. He found his way back into the walled plaza after that where Lucrezia and Giovanni where sitting on the grass under the two trees, interested in something but Altair did not worry himself over it. He sat on the other side of the tree instead, not listening to them talk, merely the sound of their voices and quickly became lost.
—
A child, a different child, not Giovanni, ran up to him and quickly became lost in the long tails of his dark robes. They giggled as he tried to twist around and get ahold of them. But children were like fish and slipped right through your fingers unless you held them just so, which he could not. When he finally stood still they hugged his leg and with lightening fast movement snatched them up from the ground.
“Daddy!” Darim grinned widely at him as he held the boy, so young and fragile and beautiful in every way. Altair had never thought much about children, than he had had one and never wanted to go back.
He smiled back at the toddler, barely three now, and growing so fast, like a weed. “Darim you know you shouldn’t be in my office,” he scolded gently but truly was not mad. He could not be angry with Darim, never, he was Altair’s pride and his joy.
“Well I am,” he said firmly in a tone that Maria took with him when she was being insistent upon something. Altair laughed, “I wanted to help you work,” he added.
“It isn’t as fun as you think Darim,” Altair said gently and walked over to his desk and sat, the boy on his lap. “I’m afraid you’ll find it rather boring.”
“Mommy said daddy works too much. So I’m helping!” he cried insistently and Altair grinned.
“All right,” he said softly and pressed his lips to Darim’s forehead. “I’m glad you’re here to help me then,” and Darim beamed back at him, missing two of his bottom teeth.
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Damnit I almost cried like a little bitch writing that part with Darim. Just... I'm such a sap >___>
Re: Two Eagles (124b/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-07-14 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)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?
Re: Two Eagles (124b/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-07-14 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Two Eagles (124b/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-07-15 02:19 am (UTC)(link)Re: Two Eagles (124b/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-07-15 09:00 am (UTC)(link)The doctor practically screamed "Malfatto" straight to my face. But Malfatto is...sniff...dead and...sniff...templar...sniffsnifff.
Re: Two Eagles (124b/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-07-16 08:20 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Two Eagles (124b/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-08-07 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Two Eagles (125/?)
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He didn’t look up when someone sat across from him at the desk where neat and boxed (now with locks) documents and summons and orders sat in arranged order from most important to least important. Altair didn’t need to look up to know who it was though. It was obvious to him. It was in the way he breathed, and how the fabric and armor expanded and moved against each other, the way he sat, with just the slightest fidget, as if he expected Altair to explode in his face. Altair said nothing, simply kept his head bowed as he worked over once again what was best to say. He still didn’t have a clue actually but he couldn’t let what had happened continue to come between what he needed to do in respect to what had happened.
Altair tipped his head upward, the edge of his hood flashing yellow for that brief moment as the edge of his vision cause the colors of his Vision before they cleared as Altair fixed Ezio with a level gaze. “Hello brother,” he said at last, “I trust your mission was as successful as mine,” he put the smile into his voice though he was not actually smiling.
“It was. Though I confess, I have not heard of your success, brother,” he said the word cautiously and Altair frowned; this would not do.
Altair leaned forward and pressed his forearms to the table, “Silvestro is dead, I have two left on my list,” he said simply.
“That is good news.”
“Yes, soon I will back to where my most pressing matter is playing nanny to the Borgia and her son,” he said it almost sarcastically, though lightly as well. He truly did not mind the task, not anymore anyway.
“I could give the task to someone else,” Ezio apparently didn’t get it. What else was new?
“No no, it is fine,” he held up a hand then he sighed, “Ezio, I am sorry for my outburst before you left,” he hated apologizing. It meant he was wrong, and he hated being wrong almost as much as failure, and really they were often one in the same. But he would if he needed to, just as he would lie conveniently when he needed to, sleep with someone to keep them silent, threaten a man Ezio considered his friend. He would do all that too, and had, so now he was adding apologizing to that list of things he would do.
“Oh,” he honestly seemed surprised, which it itself was not a surprise since he knew Altair was not one to apologize.
“It was nothing you did,” he continued.
“Really? It seemed it was my fault at the time,” Ezio said mildly.
“No, I had done something stupid. I should not have taken it out on you,” Altair frowned under his mask.
“It must have been something very bad,” he said warily, watching Altair’s reactions carefully.
“Unforgivable, to all parties involved,” he said and watched Ezio blink as he admitted to this and wonder, no doubt, what it was he’d done. Of course he respected Altair enough to not ask and Altair did not share further, Ezio wasn’t ready yet and maybe he never would be. Then suddenly Altair stood, “Come with me?” it was phrased as a question but he knew Ezio would obey. Altair knew because he knew Ezio and he knew himself and that people like Ezio, while leaders themselves, wanted people to follow as badly as others wanted to follow them. So he wasn’t surprised when Ezio stood and followed him when he moved away from the table. “I know what you’re thinking,” he said as they left the main room.
“Really now? I have yet to meet a mind reader,” Ezio says, his tone comes easier now, as if movement calms him, Altair wouldn’t be surprised if it does.
“Yes, and I know you’re still-” he doesn’t know which word to use here to not insult him. Afraid would be demeaning or anything like that would be a step too far. “Anxious,” he settles for, “about our last meeting.”
Ezio snorts, “I am not,” he says.
Re: Two Eagles (126/?)
“I do not,” Ezio said, he’s such a terrible lier it’s criminal.
“Quite,” is all he responded with, sounding unimpressed, making Ezio’s mouth turn down in a frown. “You should know that I do get angry often, and when I do, it is usually at no one but myself,” he continues and sees Ezio’s unease when he draws his sword, the short one that he keeps tucked up against his shoulder blades. “But I know how you are,” he says simply. “You don’t trust me and think that I’ll react badly to anything else you do, because you don’t want to offend me.” Ezio is visibly startled, because yes, that really is exactly it. “I want you to know that there is no bad blood between us, which is why I want you to attack me, work it out of your system,” he isn’t even holding his sword up, just with it curved towards his back.
“I do not think that is a good idea,” Ezio says.
“Why, afraid you’ll lose, Mentor,” Altair challenged, teasing him.
“I do not think it would be a fair fight. Few can match me in skill-
Altair interrupts him with soft laughter, “I would say do not make me laugh, but you already have, come,” he motions with his free left hand. “I am not afraid, for I will not lose.”
“You are very bold Aalam,” Ezio said eyeing him.
“It’s why you keep me around isn’t it? Someone must have the balls to tell you you’re wrong, and we know Machiavelli won’t look nearly as good doing it as I,” he prodded further, the amusement clear in his voice now.
Ezio chuckles, “Perhaps we should make a bet then,” Ezio finally draws his sword, it’s Syrian style but new with a gleaming style. Well isn’t he a copy cat? Altair is only amused by it.
“Oh?” Altair asked taking a careful step back when Ezio moved forward two.
“If I win you won’t wear that stupid mask anymore.”
Altair felt his brows up, “And what do I get when I win,” he didn’t use the word ‘if’ since now there was no doubt that he’d win, since he wouldn’t be doing that any time soon, not for Ezio at least.
“What do you want?” Ezio stepped closer.
“I will think about it and get back to you,” Altair said, for now there was nothing he wanted that Ezio could give him. “You’ll just owe me one,” he liked the idea of Ezio owing him one.
Re: Two Eagles (126/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-08-18 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Two Eagles (126/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-08-22 07:43 am (UTC)(link)Re: Two Eagles (127/?)
Altair just grinned, “I am not running, simply—” and he sprang forward, finally, his short sword sweeping out in front of him. Ezio managed to side step but they both heard the sound of cloth tearing. “Planning my attack,” Altair said as he turned on the spot and faced Ezio again.
“That was rude,” Ezio said holding out the end of his cape to inspect. There was a six inch long cut in it.
“I am known to be such,” Altair said and made Ezio jump away again as he pressed his advantage of a distracted Ezio. Ezio threw up his sword and caught Altair’s blade just in time. Altair then put him on the defensive. “You’d think you’d know to keep your eyes on an opponent by now Ezio. Did your uncle nor your years teach you nothing?” he asked and when Ezio tried to make an attack Altair just batted it away as if it was nothing more than an annoyance.
“I know well how to fight,” Ezio growled back.
“Oh you do? Perhaps you should show me then?” Altair openly teased him. He knew unlike himself Ezio was easy to tease and set off. “Instead of just waving that sword around. You’ll hurt yourself,” and as it to prove his point he slipped into Ezio’s defenses and grabbed Ezio by the wrist. “Or everyone around you,” he added softly, leaning close and tapped his short sword to Ezio’s chest.
The younger man swung to land a punch on Altair’s face but he saw the flicker of yellow from the side of his eye and in a move of acrobatics simply flipped out of the way. Ezio stared after him. “How did you do that?” he demanded trying not to sound impressed. Altair just put a finger to his lips, now with both feet back on the stone. “What?”
“A good Assassin knows how to get out of any situation. He can move like water and leave his opponent spinning in circles. I learned from one of our eastern brothers. He taught me many things,” Altair said slowly circling Ezio. “Can you leave me in circles Ezio?” he asked cocking his head.
Ezio just growled, taking the bait and now Altair let himself take the defensive. Altair’s blade moved through motions that no one this side of the world had seen. He imagined he held one of the oriental blades he’d once trained with, with it’s graceful curve and dark steel that flashed like rippling water at the end of his wrist almost bending under the force of his motions. This short sword did not react like those blades but it was still familiar and responded to the graceful motions of Altair’s arm and wrist.
Ezio didn’t land one hit, or even get close.
“You are better than I expected,” Ezio ground out from between his teeth.
“You should always expect your opponent to be better than you Ezio.”
“Do you?” he snarled and pressed down on Altair, using his superior height and bulk to gain a slight advantage.
“Always,” Altair said softly, leaning forward so their faces almost touched. “Even if they never are,” and in one fluid motion Altair unbalanced Ezio but suddenly dropping to the ground and rolling to the side. Ezio fell forward but tucked himself into a roll as well, popping up a moment later in time to leap away from Altair’s sword aimed right at his throat.
“You’re very cocky Aalam,” Ezio said voice wary now.
“Confidence. Do not confuse the two,” Altair said moving forward again and making Ezio have to defend himself. “An Assassin always acts in confidence, even if deep inside he is at a loss and doesn’t know what to do,” he said. “For to panic is to be vulnerable and to be vulnerable is to allow the Brotherhood to be compromised; the third tenet of the Brotherhood,” his words were punctuated by the sound of ringing steel as Altair slapped his sword against Ezio’s brutally twisting it into holes Ezio didn’t even know he had until Altair’s blade almost met his body.
“The third tenet,” Ezio repeated and to most ears it was a statement, to Altair’s it was a question. A subtle one, as though Ezio had never before heard of such things, the tenets. “You will find I have confidence in spades Aalam. I would never allow harm to come to my Brotherhood,” and he tried to get on the offensive.
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“Second?” Ezio huffed, his breath ragged now from their furious fight.
“Of our Creed,” Altair said pulling back to let Ezio attack him properly. The man thought better when he wasn’t being annoyed he was losing in a sword fight. Ezio’s sword tried to fight the holes in Altair’s style but after so many years Altair had no holes. At least none he didn’t put there on purpose.
“I cannot remember, I am getting on in my years. Remind me,” Ezio growled out.
Altair grinned from behind his mask. His plan was working perfectly. He refrained from making a crack at Ezio’s age and said. “You are a blade in the crowd. A ghost amid the living. Hide in plain sight,” and to make the lesson stick Altair spun, his black and red cape fluttered out behind him in an arc. He reached up and at speed unlatched it so that on his second pass in the spin he flung it at Ezio.
The cape hit Ezio square in the face and the man stumbled back a few feet, regained his footing and jumped back blindly to miss Altair’s swipe. “Always remain undetected,” Altair said as Ezio tugged Altair’s cape away from his face and Altair once again slid up almost too close to Ezio startling the younger man and making him back up again. “A visible Assassin is a dead Assassin,” and their swords grated together as Ezio tried to hit from from close range.
He saw Ezio’s throat bob as he swallowed and tried to slip away. Ezio found himself with his back to the wall of the training courtyard. His eyes widened slightly and Altair almost effortlessly disarmed him, making Ezio give a wince as his sword clattered out of reach. One hand pinned Ezio’s left hand to the wall, the other pressed his own left hand and Ezio’s right to Ezio’s shoulder.
“And the last, the first really,” Altair said in barely a breath of air, his mask almost touching Ezio. “Most important,” and Altair’s hidden blade shot out of it’s sheath so it almost shot through Ezio’s throat. Ezio just started at him, slightly confused, maybe a bit worried, and swallowed hard. “Stay your blade from the flesh of an innocent,” he whispered and then let Ezio go. The younger man visibly relaxed when Altair stepped back. “Hmmm,” Altair said and went to pick up Ezio’s sword for him. “It appears you now owe me a favor my friend,” Altair said offering Ezio his sword, his voice light.
Ezio took it after a second, “It appears I do,” he agreed, seeming relived to be back on less intense terms. “You… fight like no one I have ever met Aalam,” he admitted.
“As I have been told,” Altair shrugged and reached back behind him to shove his short sword back up between his shoulder blades. “Often people do not live to see my true skill. I thought anything less against you would be an insult however,” and Ezio could see Altair’s eyes crinkle in a smile.
“Where did you learn to fight like that?”
“Monteriggioni,” Altair lied, such a small, effortless lie. “Mario often played hosts to our brothers from other lands. They have different ways of seeing the world. Different ways of fighting. I learned from them, to be the best I could be, in all things,” Altair said facing away from Ezio as he went to retrieve his fallen cape. For a moment he thought about reattaching it before he folded the square up instead and tucked it under his arm. At least that short story was not such a lie. Mario had played such a part to Assassins from other lands.
“I did not know,” Ezio frowned watching Altair carefully.
“There is much to learn from all our brothers. I see the skills of our novices increasing when you send them off on missions to far off lands,” Altair said and rested his hands on his belt easily. “They learn other ways, new ways, it is good for them, good for all of us,” Altair nodded.
“I see the wisdom in this,” Ezio agreed.
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(Anonymous) 2011-09-29 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)I love Altair in fight-mode and I love the plot of your story! It's amazing!
I'm usually not so fond of slash, but this story it's so interesting that I don't really mind. (D
I really hope you'll continue it! ^^
Just a question: Altair will be called by his real name at some point? I love his name! (ok, ok... I admit it. I love Altair in general XD) No even his lover calls him by his real name... it's so sad. Poor MY Altair! My precioussssss.... ok. I'm stopping right now, I promise. XD
PS: I hope my English isn't too awful... this isn't my first language so I hope I didn't write down too much stupid errors!
Keep going with the story! ^^
Ciao!
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(Anonymous) 2011-11-12 09:16 am (UTC)(link)Keep up the good work!
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(Anonymous) 2011-12-10 06:05 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Two Eagles (129)
(Anonymous) 2012-04-14 01:10 am (UTC)(link)http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6740626/24/Two_Eagles
Happy reading ya'll.