Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 4

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Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.4

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Fill: Persona Non Grata (1/?)

[(Anonymous)]

He sees her for the first time in the market place, much like he saw her for the first time that evening in the streets outside what used to be home when death was only a joke he and Federico wished upon the Pazzi boy, and the Auditore family was proud, admired, and whole.

It had been a weary day - he had traversed the countryside only to be ambushed by the Cento Occhi; dealt with a arquebus-wielding, French-spitting Templar agent; chipped his armour from chasing down those damn pickpockets; and nearly slammed his face into the wall just two minutes ago when a pang of hunger shot through his stomach so sharply that he almost lost his grip on the hanging lamp. The vendors are enthusiastic but unhelpful as they offer him sacks of green beans and potatoes when all he wants is an apple - maybe not, perhaps a tomato - to bide the hunger until he reaches the Rosa in Fiore for a long overdue hot meal with his sister and mother. Distracted, famished and exhausted, he hardly notices when he claps his hand over another's as he reaches for a sack of tomatoes.

'Oh!' He starts at the sound and turns with an apology at the tip of his tongue. Then freezes.

'Oh,' he thinks. Fate is a cruel bitch but this is hardly fair. Part of him wants to brush this off because of course there would be other girls who would look like her - no, Cristina was beautiful; breathtakingly beautiful, elegant and charming in a way he hadn't and would never see again - yet part of him is already taking in the curves of her face, her brown eyes, the loose strands of hair escaping from her bun that he used to tug at playfully and press to his lips in greeting, in bed, in farewell -

"Mi dispiace," he says smoothly and removes his hand. The exchange is quick and natural - he has been an assassin for nearly three decades now and tact has become a sixth sense. She nods and turns her attention to the pears but even those years cannot inure him from casting one last look at the light the setting sun streaks across her dark hair.

He finds his tomato and veers off in the opposite direction from her retreating back, keeping his eyes on the cobblestone at his feet. It takes a shortcut through two narrow alleyways and a hasty sprint over the rooftops to make up for the extra distance he has added on his route to the Rosa in Fiore and avoid Claudia's wrath for being late. Blanching at the memory of his sister's adeptness with her fists and knives, he shoves through the crowds.

"He must be late," he hears from one amused spectator. "And she must be beautiful."

'Yes,' his chest constricts painfully and suddenly, he is not so hungry anymore. 'She is beautiful, and I was too late.'

Re: Fill: Persona Non Grata (1/?)

[(Anonymous)]

I hate that line that the passerby yell all the time, but you made it immortal. "He must be late. And she must be beautiful."