Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 4

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Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.4

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Re: OP

[(Anonymous)]

This is the number claimer! I saw the prompt, thank you for being so prompt!

*working away*

La Volpe X Kadar: The Fox met his spouse in Jerusalem/all on a summmer's day... [1/2]

[(Anonymous)]

Kadar can feel a vague aching pain but nothing else, somehow surrounded and smothered in a strange weight that fogs all else. The nightmare is bad though, Templars cutting Malik down in front of him while Altaïr is buried under a wall of rock. He should get up and watch the stars for a while; otherwise the dream will just consume him again.

Kadar grabbed the ledge of consciousness and pried open his heavy eyes. The room is wrong. The ceiling disappeared above his head into darkness, and flickering firelight danced in the corner of his sight. Where were the familiar cracks of the novice’s dorm, or the breeze from Malik’s window?

“Whaaa…” He made a horrible gurgling noise as the insides of his throat scraped against each other. It felt like he had been in the desert three days from a well.

“Oh, are you awake then?”

Soft footsteps, and then a man leaned over him. His features were hard to see, fuzzy at the edges.

“M’m, not much awake.”

The man disappeared from view with a rustle of fabric. Kadar felt the man lift his head gently, saw a leather travel cup come into focus as it moved to his mouth.

“Drink. You need more water than I have been able to pour down your throat.”

Kadar drank gratefully. He eased his throat in small sips, the man not allowing him the whole cup at once like he wanted. The water was as sweet as nectar. As he became less desperately thirsty, the pain somewhere down in his belly seemed to grow, throbbing in time as he swallowed.

“Alright, you’ve finished it, let me get some more.”

The man shifted away, and Kadar scraped together the power to turn his head. His nursemaid was sitting on the floor to his right, and as he leaned almost flat to reach a waterskin his face was reveled in the campfire. He was pale, as pale as one of the Franks or the Germans; and older than Malik or Altaïr by a decade, though un-bearded. Was he a Templar?

“Where am I?” Kadar asked, now wary. “Who are you?”

The man straightened and held the cup close again, but Kadar turned a little away, suddenly wondering if the water was tainted.

“I’ll answer, but only if you drink,” said the man with an annoyed grimace. “I wasn’t lying before; you need to drink as much as you can before you go under again.”

Kadar didn’t have much choice. He turned his head toward the cup.

“Ah, there’s a good kit. We are in the caves behind that temple, where I found you bleeding like a stuck pig in a pool of other men’s blood. You’re lucky I decided you were worth trying to save.” The man’s strange eyes quirked at him in a show of humor.

La Volpe X Kadar: The Fox met his spouse in Jerusalem/all on a summmer's day... [2/2]

[(Anonymous)]

Kadar almost choked on the water, the pain in his belly flaring as his muscles jerked. No. NO. He drank the cup dry as fast as he could. “My brother, did you…? Were there any other men dressed like me?”

“No, the dead were all knights. I do not know what happened to your brother, but I did not see him there.” The man pulled away and again dug in his pile of belongings by the fire. “He must have been in better shape than you, if he managed to get away. You can hold that much hope.”

He straightened up with a short, slightly smoking pipe in one hand, tilting his head to the side. “Unless he betrayed you to those Templars?”

“No!” Kadar shouted, and then regretted it as the pain stabbed at him.

“Ssh, it was just a thought. Now,” the man held the pipe to his lips like the cup, “breathe in some of this opium. You’ve enough water in you, go back to sleep before that wound wakes any more.”

The smoke’s smell reminded him of his broken arm three years ago. It was probably opium, and the man was right; the pain wasn’t fading between breaths anymore. Kadar sealed his lips around the end of the pipe and breathed in steadily, ignoring the tickle in the throat. He counted to ten before exhaling, his head already floating away a little.

“Again. If you know how to do this the right way, that probably wasn’t enough.”

Kadar turned his head a little, brow furrowed at his benefactor. “You never said who you are.”

“People call me many things. If you take a little more smoke, you may call me al-Thalab.” Thalab urged his head back to the pipe.

Kadar sealed his lips around the pipe again. The man did look a bit like a fox in those brown robes… The room faded away, and Kadar watched a big-eared sand fox trot along a waddi. It had Thalab’s violet eyes.

OP

[(Anonymous)]

I don't know how Volpe got to Jerusalem, and I don't care. All I know is that you're amazing, and now I'm crazing some Third Crusade!Volpe.
Fantastic job, writeanon!

Write-Anon

[(Anonymous)]

*blush* Well, thank you!

The Fox goes where he wants, yes? And if he just happens to wander to the Holy Land during the Third Crusade, well, that's where things are happening, isn't it? :D