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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5

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Re: One-shot: First Meeting 2/2

(Anonymous) 2013-05-20 08:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's actually nice writing Charles not being a total dick" I concur wholeheartedly. I certainly wouldn't mind seeing more of this, a shame this fill is completed ):

Re: One-shot: First Meeting 2/2

(Anonymous) 2013-05-20 08:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Actually have more one-shot installments from the this AU verse, so don't worry!

In Pursuit of Happiness 11

(Anonymous) 2013-05-20 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)
In Pursuit of Happiness

Chapter 11 - The First Mission


Charles had been half-dreading rejection. Despite his initial optimism, despite everything, he’d been expecting defeat. Connor held no love for him and with hearing no word for three months, Charles had been giving up hope of his plan succeeding.

So the pronouncement came as somewhat of a shock.

The first step of his plan to win his wife back. The first tremendous step in a marathon of steps. And it was successful.

His hands clutched at that steady arm that still held him.

It felt real. That familiar arm felt real. That body he leaned against felt real.

The situation felt real.

They were really going to partner with the Assassins.

He might just have a chance to get his wife and son back.

“You certainly took your time in arriving to that conclusion.”

Charles looked up as Master Kenway walked towards them, having already recovered from the gas.

He felt that white-clad arm stiffen.

“Only a fool would take his enemy’s word at face value. I had to confirm his account.”

Master Kenway raised an eyebrow.

“You wound me to suggest that we are enemies. Was it not you who said that we are allies now, son?”

Charles wasn’t quite sure how one could convey both amusement and irritation, but the Omega somehow did it.

“As of a minute ago, yes, that is true.”

It was now Master Kenway’s turn to look amused.

“Quite.”

His mentor turned to him.

“Charles, I hope the smoke from the bomb did not permanently damage you. It seems an awful long time to recover.”

Charles’s face burned scarlet, and he ignored the rather infuriating voice in his mind that noted that he had already recovered and was just enjoying his position.

“I am not as familiar with the substance as you are, Master Kenway.”

Those grey eyes bored into him and then glanced at the arm that was holding him and the chest he leaned against. They didn’t look the least bit fooled.

“I see.”

Charles grew even redder.

Hang it all! He had been gone from his Omega long enough. If he wanted to loiter in Connor’s arms, then he would.

“If you gentlemen are quite done...”

To Charles’s dismay, those arms withdrew, and he was forced to stand by himself, bereft of that comforting presence.

“I will be retrieving the information of where the supplies are hidden from him,” Connor pointed at the still unconscious Church lying on the ground. “You may do what you will after I return the supplies to the commander.”

Master Kenway frowned at the mention of the man.

“Such devotion to such a man.”

Connor glared at him.

“If you mean to harm the commander, then the alliance is broken.”

“Calm yourself, child, we mean him no harm.”

The suspicion in those lovely amber-brown eyes did not fade.

“And yet you insult him.”

Master Kenway did not look concerned.

“I insulted no one, merely made a statement.”

“You insinuated—“

You inferred meaning from my statement. I did nothing.”

Charles held his breath as his bride trembled with anger.

Then, in a soft voice, “why do you detest him so? He has done nothing to you save for inadvertently being given the command of the continental army. A position he questions daily whether he is capable of serving. He has shown a wealth of humility and compassion beyond most men and—“

Charles turned away, pained.

To hear such glowing words of his hated rival, the very Alpha that had caused his wife such harm, even if neither knew it...

What had he done to deserve this?

“He has done nothing to deserve your approbation so.”

Charles blinked as Master Kenway unknowingly echoed his thoughts.

His mentor looked grim.

“What you believe to be his humility and compassion are instead his fear of responsibility and weakness of strategy on the battlefield. He has some goodness of character, I will give you that, but not what you think. And certainly not towards those you cherish the most.”

His wife narrowed his eyes.

“To detest him so—“

Master Kenway cut his son off.

“You mistake me. I do not detest him. Neither does Charles, here.”

Not particularly true, but Charles had never told Master Kenway just how much he hated Washington and the man’s role in the death of his family.

It would not have helped his argument that they should leave the man be and focus their efforts on Connor, instead.

Connor did not look convinced.

“You say such, but your words—“

“—my words are truth and fact and nothing else. I speak only to spare you future heartache. I wish you would devote you energies on an Alpha far more worthy of your talents.”

Those grey eyes briefly slid to Charles, but then focused back on Connor, who turned alternately red and white.

“You insinuate—“

Master Kenway cut him off again.

“—I insinuate nothing. But you do not hide your emotions as well as you think, son.”

Connor blushed, then turned his head away.

There was a soft look in his eyes that made Charles want to kill something.

Preferably Washington.

“...the commander and I are comrades fighting against a mutual enemy. Nothing more.”

He even sounded regretful.

Master Kenway frowned again.

“You should keep it that way. He is even older than me, and I would not have my son given to him.”

Nor did Charles want Connor anywhere near the bastard.

Connor scowled.

“You did not even know of me four months ago. You have no say in my life.”

Charles, who was looking at Master Kenway, noticed the flinch that was quickly controlled.

So...the separation had not been willing on his mentor’s part.

Strange, that he and his mentor should share such similar roles in the departure of their lovers.

“I would have liked to.”

Connor looked back sharply at his father at that, distrust and confusion swirling in those eyes.

“Then you will be pleased to know that you have a chance to. Both of you. In three days.”

He looked at Charles.

For his part, Charles looked back at his wife, eyes wide.

So-so soon!

He looked back at Master Kenway, who looked absolutely mystified.

“Oh?”

Connor colored.

“My apprentices have obtained intel that Church hid the supplies on a remote island, with Templars guarding it.”

Charles opened his mouth to argue that no loyal Templar would work for Church.

“They do not know of his betrayal, and they will attack me when I approach, once I retrieve the whereabouts of this island from Church. In the interests of our alliance, I believe it would set a bad precedent if I were to kill your agents.”

Charles snapped his mouth shut. That would definitely set a bad precedent.

“So you need Master Kenway to convince them to give up the supplies to you,” Charles reasoned.

To his surprise, Connor shook his head.

“That is what I need you for.”

Oh.

“And Master Kenway?”

The Assassin looked distinctly uncomfortable at this.

He turned to his father.

“I thought it past time that we become to know each other. Father.”

Charles wondered why his heart felt so heavy, even as an astonished smile made its way across Master Kenway’s face.

Re: One-shot: First Meeting 2/2

(Anonymous) 2013-05-20 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
So awesome! :D Charles can be such a wonderful person...and such a terrible person. I love the range and depth of his character.

And this makes it all the more tragic that Connor dies. D:

Poor Charles (and boy, despite all I throw at him, I never expected to say that).

Re: One-shot: First Meeting 2/2

(Anonymous) 2013-05-20 10:58 pm (UTC)(link)
And this makes it all the more tragic that Connor dies. D:

I know! Why am I so mean to him? I don't know... poor baby, going to try and be nicer in the upcoming one-shot mini series.

One-shot: A Debt to Repay

(Anonymous) 2013-05-21 03:02 am (UTC)(link)

A/N: Well here's part 3 of the First Word AU-verse series of one-shots.



Ratonhnhaké:ton feels like an old man by the time he turns nine years old in the bitter winter of 1764. As the months after his meeting with Charles Lee roll by, he finds himself having to surrender more and more of his pride and heritage in order to survive. He learns quickly, that growing up means growing apart from the things he used to know and took comfort in.

Despite his wishes, his body grows too big for the dear-skin clothes that the people of his village dressed him in many years ago. He now wears the ragged hand-me downs from other growing orphans. Despite being itchy, and a size too big, they're at least easy to move and work in.

Reluctantly, he allows Noah - an older orphan and an Omega like him - cut his hair. Ratonhnhaké:ton had wanted to grow it long enough to braid like Kanen'tó:kon's, but it was too long and troublesome. Noah, also mentioned that his long hair made him stand out too much... and that he looked like a little girl. So he allowed his friend to shear his dark locks until the ends barely touched his shoulders.

"If you got rid of that braid, you could pass off as a Spaniard or Italian."


The young Mohawk immediately turned the suggestion down. He just had too many memories of having to sit still in his mother's lap as she wove a lock of his hair into the braid he wear now. Sometimes when he played with the colorful red and green beads that hung at the end, Ratonhnhaké:ton could imagine her loving fingers.

An icy cool breeze blows passed, tousling his hair, forcing the boy to tighten his grip immediately to keep from falling off the snow covered roof he was perched on. From below, he hears a worried call, but ignores it in favor of pursuing his swift and nimble quarry. Ratonhnhaké:ton darts forward, golden eyes narrowed upon the slip of paper that dances carelessly in the wind. He lunges forward, his hand outstretched...

Then sound of paper crinkling between his clenched fingers.

'Got it!'


As his bare feet managed to skid to a stop upon the slippery roof, the little Omega smiles in triumph. Ratonhnhaké:ton takes a moment to collect his breath, small puffs of white in the icy air, before he carefully climbs back down. By the time he reaches the ground, he spots a bespectacled old man rushing around the corner to meet him.

"Are you alright, son?"

Son?

The half-native couldn't help but cock his head in confusion. No one except his mother ever called him that. Was this actual concern from a colonist?

He nodded slightly as the adult gave him a once over.

"I was worried you were going to fall, you could have broken your neck over a slip of paper!"

Paper... Oh, right. Ratonhnhaké:ton glances at the crumpled up sheet and smoothes it out as best he can. It's filled with elegant script, most likely written by the colonist before him.

"It seemed important to you," he commented - remembering the man swearing loudly as the paper was carried off by a breeze - before handing it over. "Here you go, Mister."

Ratonhnhaké:ton turned and began to walk away.

"Wait, son!"

He paused and turned back around, eyebrows knit in confusion.

"Is something wrong?"

The bespectacled man approached him again. "Yes! You were about to leave before I could properly express my gratitude. Thank you, very much, child. Indeed these pages here are very important. They're apart of an Almanac I'm working on..."

What was an Almanac? A book of some kind?

"Anyway, here take this money. Buy yourself a couple warm meal on me."

Ratonhnhaké:ton leaned forward and peered closely at the coins the man took out of his pouch, and gasped out loud.

"But... this is too much!" the boy protested. "Do you not need it?"

Now it was the adult who raised his eyebrows up in confusion.

"You wouldn't by any chance be new to Boston?"

What? What kind of question was that? Seeing his confusion, the man shook his head and smiled.

"It's just rare to meet someone so young and virtuous in this city, willing to help an old lout like me. Here son, I want you to take this money. Buy yourself something eat, you're practically skin and bones!"

Ratonhnhaké:ton shifted uncomfortably and tugged the long sleeve of his coat over his too thin wrist.

"If...you are sure..."

"I am."

The young Omega took a tentative step forward. After looking up at the old gentleman's friendly smile, he took the coins from the offered hand. Clutching the money in his hands, he took a step back and bowed politely.

"Thank you, mister."

"Franklin," the gentleman introduced himself with a friendly smile. "Doctor Benjamin Franklin. It's a pleasure to meet you, ah..."

"Ratonhnhaké:ton."

Mister Franklin visibly frowned as he tried and failed to pronounce the Mohawk's name.

With a defeated sigh, he added, "I am called 'Rat' for short."

The frown did not go away.

"Well, son... I must be off. Thank you again for your help today. Try to keep off the rooftops, the city guards will get mad if they see you up there."

More than just mad, they started shooting after the first warning.

"I will keep that in mind, sir."

That friendly smile widened, and Ratonhnhaké:ton watched him stroll away. Glancing down, he stared at the coins in his hand. It was more than what he made doing a day's worth of odd jobs. He could easily buy himself a nice dinner or two...

Ratonhnhaké:ton immediately shook his head and ignored his stomach's protests.

He still had a debt to repay.

He needed to find Charles Lee.

Re: Drown(4/??)

(Anonymous) 2013-05-21 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
Hey, just out of curiousity does Connor have a shark tail then, complete with the dorsal fin? (I always thought that the shark tails seem so much less flexible than mermaid tails). God I'm putting way too much thought into this but I just love this so much

Re: In Pursuit of Happiness 11

(Anonymous) 2013-05-21 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
/Melts with happiness/

I love how Charles was just soaking up physical contact from Connor and of course Haytham teasing him about it.

“You should keep it that way. He is even older than me, and I would not have my son given to him.”

I thought Haytham was older than George by 7 years, aren't George and Charles the same age?

So yay family bonding mission time! On the Aquila or possibly the Randolph (that should be interesting with Biddle, heh, I still remember how pissed Charles was with him for being one of Connor's suitors). BTW Is Hickey still alive? When you mentioned Charles sending off agents to hunt down Church, I wondered. Just cause I'd find it amusing to watching Hickey and Duncan see who could out drink the other ^^;

Grief's Madness Art Interlude

(Anonymous) 2013-05-21 05:59 am (UTC)(link)
So instead of working on the final chapter, or working on my assignments, I spent several hours on this somewhat decent piece of art and I thought I'd best actually show you...

http://sostrangechild.tumblr.com/post/50971105102/griefs-madness-snow-sequence-assassins-creed

Second Fill - The Honey Moon - Part 40c/?

(Anonymous) 2013-05-21 06:40 am (UTC)(link)


After the Templars had left his quarters, Connor redressed and began to pace nervously. He had put the amulet back and locked the drawer. That much the Assassin could remember. But Lee was going to examine his office himself, and if anything was out of place - like those files upon the desk - his husband would know it somehow.

As the hours ticked by slowly, he attempted to lay down and rest, but ended up shifting restlessly. Sleep would not come. He eventually gave up as the sun began to rise. Another morning. A start of yet another day, he had been imprisoned in this infernal manor.

He tenses when there's a knock upon his bedroom door and tries to calm himself down when it's just the maids bringing in a wash basin and new clothes as per the usual. The Omega allowed them to help him dress. His weary mind was buzzing with all the mistakes he could have made in his sneaking around, or the consequences he would face if they were discovered. Would his husband truly keep his word of not turning his unruly wife over to his Templar brother's devices?

Connor shivered as he remembered those cold and cruel looks given to him and their history of bloodshed. Or of the tortured and pained look in Achilles' eyes when he mentioned having to retrieve the bodies of his apprentices after they had been put on public display. Those two may not kill him (physically) but Charles may have no problems keeping his wife in line... after he was reduced to a living doll for breeding purposes.

"Mister Lee?"

He jerks his head up when Mary takes a tentative step towards him. The head maid appears to be annoyed by his lack of attention, but there's a hint of concern in her eyes as she glances at his shaking hands. Connor takes a steady breath, in attempt to calm himself.

"What is it?" he asks softly.

"Breakfast is ready."

He would have scoffed and refused to eat. The Omega doubted that he would be able to hold down any food as long as Frederico Perez and Gerhard von Stantten were in a hundred mile radius of him. However, the decision was not his to make.

"Master Lee and Mister Kenway insist you join them."

Connor felt the blood drain from his face.

His father was here?

A sudden and horrid thought came to him. What if... what if his father had never left the manor. That amulet had been in Haytham's possession since he left London. The Gransmaster also knew that he possessed an artifact from Those Who Came Before. What if this had all been a setup?

No... it couldn't be. There was no way his father would have known he would sneak around in the middle of the night and search Lee's office. There was no way he would know that the two artifacts would react in such a way once in close proximity to another... could he?

"Mister Lee..." Mary stressed as she called out to him for what was probably the tenth time. "They are waiting."

Connor finally stood up from the bed, glanced down at Captain Kidd's ring that was now visible upon his finger, and swallowed hard. Slowly the Assassin walked towards the door, resigning himself to whatever fate laid in store for him.

A/N: Okay, I'm sorry for all the cliffhangers, really.

Re: One-shot: A Debt to Repay

(Anonymous) 2013-05-21 07:10 am (UTC)(link)
This is so cute! Benjamin Franklin of all people...I'm so glad that, despite his situations, our Connor didn't lose his who he really is. :D

And so adorable that he's held onto that debt for so long.

Re: Second Fill - The Honey Moon - Part 40c/?

(Anonymous) 2013-05-21 07:13 am (UTC)(link)
Poor Connor. And what a contrast to that one-shot. There's absolutely no sense of safety, and we can really feel how he came to be in the state he ended up in in Master of the House.

//pets Connor//

I wonder what Haytham is doing around...

Re: In Pursuit of Happiness 11

(Anonymous) 2013-05-21 07:16 am (UTC)(link)
Not too sure about Washington's age, actually, but his hair was so snowy and he looked fairly old so... Charles always seemed younger to me. :D

Hickey is definitely still alive. Charles doesn't trust Hickey completely (the guy has a propensity to sell to the highest bidder), so he wouldn't have been one of the ones sent after Church. :D

Re: In Pursuit of Happiness 11

(Anonymous) 2013-05-21 07:27 am (UTC)(link)
Ahh... George's hair has always been white in the game, even in the early part with younger Haytham, I think because he powdered it.

As for Hickey that makes sense. Was replaying the parts with Haytham, and wow the young Templars just seem so completely different from when you get to be Connor. Younger Hickey seems loyal to Haytham (wanting to pay back what he owes him three times over if necessary) at the start and at the end, it's just like he doesn't care as long as he gets paid.

Anyway, can't wait to read the bonding scene. Poor Charles, he's kind of the third wheel, but at least Connor doesn't hold him in contempt as much as he used to. He still remembers Charles being the man who strangled him as a child, and thinks he's going out of his way to please Haytham.

I wonder how they'll start to bond, maybe through their love of dogs?

Re: One-shot: A Debt to Repay

(Anonymous) 2013-05-21 07:36 am (UTC)(link)
I loved Benjamin Franklin in the game, and was saddened that he didn't play a bigger role in the main storyline. I seriously thought he was going to be Connor's Leonardo, and he would invent all kinds of modern!Assassin type weapons, but nope - all you get is the painful Almanac page chasing side quests, the inane invention crafting (come on, at least let Connor interact with them), and some dirty advice... Guess which one of the three I enjoyed ^^;

Yeah little Connor may have been separated from his home and family for years, but he still has a strong moral code, and he's a lot like his father here when we play Haytham, he suddenly helpful - but then when we switch to Connor, he's a prick.

Re: Second Fill - The Honey Moon - Part 40c/?

(Anonymous) 2013-05-21 07:42 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, poor Connor is a nervous wreck, and it's only been a week.

Re: One-shot: A Debt to Repay

(Anonymous) 2013-05-21 10:44 am (UTC)(link)
b'awwww. This is so sad and heart-wrenching and sweet at the same time ;___;

Re: Towards Redemption [1/1]

(Anonymous) 2013-05-21 05:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Keep writing, A!Anon! Your writing is absolutely stellar. :D

One-shot: Eagle Eyes

(Anonymous) 2013-05-21 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)

A/N: Part 4 of the First Word one-shot series. Wow, I'm on a writing roll, this AU-verse has clearly hijacked my brain.



The quest to find Charles Lee takes only a few weeks. It probably would have taken much longer had it not been for his special eyes. When Ratonhnhaké:ton was very little, he could somehow shift the color of his surroundings. No one else could see the change but him. Everything would be pitched dark, which had been quite frightening, however, it had helped him see people and animals much clearer. See their colors.

Mother told him that he had inherited this trait from his absent father. This of course peaked Ratonhnhaké:ton's curiosity. From what he managed to secretly learn from the events in his father's journal, was that friends and foes had different colors. Enemies and predators that could attack him, were a bright red. Friends and loved ones were a gentle blue.

At home, nearly everyone was blue. His mother, the Clan Mother, and Kanen'tó:kon were a pretty vibrant blue. Those who were a pale whitish-gray were people who didn't know or care for him much, whereas animals were usually grey. The men who attacked his village, were of course red, and Ratonhnhaké:ton had tried to avoid them using his sight. He had been eventually captured when a member of his clan had pulled him out of the burning long house had collapsed upon his mother.

There was one color that was new to his special eyes, when he searched for the man who had helped him many months ago. Ratonhnhaké:ton smiled from where he was perched high upon the weather vane of the tallest building he had manage to climb. The height had given him the vantage point he needed, and after several days of searching and standing still like a statue...

Charles Lee was a bright, shimmering gold, that glittered in the crowds of white and red.

'Finally found you.'


With the unexpected money Mister Franklin had given him for retrieving an Almanac page, the Omega orphan could finally pay back the man he owed. His mother would be so proud of him. He would be proud of himself.

With this in mind, Ratonhnhaké:ton extended his arms out on either side of him, and leapt from his perch. The winds whipped around him, a cold prickling upon his face, but the young Mohawk was too overcome by the exhilaration and a little fear as he plummeted. For a brief moment, it felt as if he were flying, before his body flipped around in midair.

Amber eyes stared longing up at the sky as he felt the ground rush up to meet him. A loud gasp escaped passed the boy's lips as landed in a bale of hay that cushioned his fall. Ratonhnhaké:ton took a few moments to compose himself. Once his breathing and heart rate returned to normal, and he checked himself over to see that he hadn't sustained any injuries, the Mohawk jumped to his feet.

A few curious onlookers stopped and stared at the little boy who fell from the sky, but Ratonhnhaké:ton paid them no heed as he eagerly hurried over to the area where he last spotted that golden glow. After turning a corner, he had to switch to his second sight once more to search for his quarry while weaving through a sea of grayish-white bodies.

'Where is he? Where is he?!' Ratonhnhaké:ton thought frantically while stumbling back when a colonist elbowed him out of the way.

Still the orphan kept searching, eyes darting to and from. How could he lose Charles Lee? The Alpha had been so easy to spot from above! Just when the thought of climbing another building came to mind, he heard someone cry out:

"Spado! Come back!"

That voice...

"What are you looking at, savage?"

"Are you actually thinking about eating that? It's probably filled with parasites."

"Where have I seen you before?"

"Here, buy yourself something to eat."

Before the Omega knew it, he was running towards that voice. Pushing passed the smaller crowds he saw a golden form from across the street who was rushing in his direction. Eagle eyes narrowed in confusion until they spotted the a small fluffy dog that was chasing a cat into the street... and a carriage that did not look like it was going to stop anytime soon.

Panic surged through Ratonhnhaké:ton's mind and he quickly increased his speed. Even as his surroundings blurred, his eyes were trained upon the two small animals in harms way. Their movements seemed to slow, time felt as if it has stopped, as he leapt into the street. His outstretched arms encircled each animal, pulling them close as he tumbled to the ground.

Ratonhnhaké:ton's eyes widened as his ears were suddenly bombarded with sound, especially with that of startled horses. The boy manage to roll away just in time as heavy hooves stomped onto the ground where his body lay mere seconds ago. Gasping, he backed away - feeling the cat claw out of his grip - as the driver yelled obscenities at him.

A large hand planted itself upon his startled shoulder and hauled him up.

"Are you insane, boy?" Charles Lee asked as he leaned down and took his dog from him. "You could have been... What is the matter with your eyes?"

Once the ringing in his ears subsided, Ratonhnhaké:ton looked up at the lightly gleaming golden Alpha who was now staring at him bewilderedly.

"My eyes?" he asked.

"They are practically... glowing."

Glowing? His eyes were glowing? The young Mohawk was suddenly aware he was still seeing everything in his second sight. Quickly, he forced his vision to return to normal.

"I... I wanted to catch up to you, Mister Lee."

Eyebrows raised in surprise and a head shook in confusion.

"Do I know you?"

Ratonhnhaké:ton didn't know why his chest tightened painfully all of a sudden. He should have known that someone like him would have been forgotten. To someone like this well dressed colonist, he was nothing more than a speck of dust.

"I... I did not expect you to remember." With a shaking hand, he reached into his pocket and pulled out one of the saved coins Mister Franklin gave him.

Realization blooms upon Charles Lee's face.

"You're that child from the ally all those months ago."

He nodded his head.

"I said I would find you."

Re: One-shot: A Debt to Repay

(Anonymous) 2013-05-21 07:36 pm (UTC)(link)
I hope you're enjoying the emotional roller coaster ride :D

Re: In Pursuit of Happiness 11

(Anonymous) 2013-05-22 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
Fun fact: George Washington actually had red hair under that powder. He had quite the temper too hahaha.

One-shot: Broken Wing

(Anonymous) 2013-05-22 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
A/N: Just to clarify, no this is not a shota story. I'm just re-doing Connor's life from when he was a little kid. I'm also trying to convince myself that this isn't a multi-chapter fic... and failing.



For a long moment, nothing else in the world existed save for the well-groomed Alpha, and the young rags-wearing Omega, who stared quietly at one another among the crowded streets of Boston. Blue eyes broke away first to stare at the outstretched hand but made no movement to collect the offered coin. Ratonhnhaké:ton opened his mouth to say something, until a gruff voice with a cockney accent, called out.

"Oi Charlie! Wot's the 'old up?"

Charles Lee turned halfway, and the orphan spotted a four-man group heading straight for them. All four of them white colonists, but at least they weren't glowing ruby red when he took a moment to switch to his second-sight. One in particular who appeared older than Mister Lee and had a dark nearly trimmed beard, stood out from the rest, as he wear native articles of clothing he wear over a dark crimson tailored suit.

Ratonhnhaké:ton could not help but stare in curiosity as the man approached and stood beside the other Alpha and stared at him. The former-slave tensed at the appraisingly look. It reminded him too much of those dreadful days imprisoned in a cramp cage; to be appraised and gawked at like a beast, by the consumers of the slave markets.

The only thing that kept him from turning around and running away, was the flash of concern and curiosity in the man's darker blue eyes.

"What seems to be the problem, Charles?" the man asked in an accent that Ratonhnhaké:ton recognized as Irish.

Mister Lee quickly composed himself. "There's no problem, William. Spado's leash broke when he decided to chase a cat into the path of a wagon."

"And this child?"

Lee looked away in disinterest as he tried to re-attach the leash to Spado's collar.

"Nearly got himself trampled to death by horses trying to play hero."

The orphan's amber-brown eyes narrowed as his cheeks flushed scarlet out of anger.

Was this the gratitude he got for saving Lee's precious puppy? What was this man's problem? Did Charles Lee hate natives so much that it would shame him to admit that one did him a favor?

"I was trying to repay a debt I owed to you," Ratonhnhaké:ton grated out through clenched teeth and glared at Charles when the man turned to give him a bewildered look. As if he were surprised lowly street trash would ever dare to talk back to him.

"Here, take it!"

He threw the coin at Lee's feet and stormed off, all the while, he heard the condescending voices of the other orphans taunting him in his head.

"Ya think doin' good deeds for people will get 'em to like ya and treat 'cha better? Yer' dumber than ya look, Rat."

But not all people were that way, Ratonhnhaké:ton had to remind himself as he limped around a corner and tried to run and put much distance between him and Charles Lee.

Certainly not kind Mister Franklin. He suddenly wished he hadn't given back that coin. The infuriating man would probably use it to buy more doggie treats. Whereas the homeless orphan could have fed himself for another day.

Oh, well, at least he still had... The young Omega shoved his hands into his empty pockets and paled. His money, all of his money was gone! The coins must have fallen out when he jumped into the street... or quite possibly when he leaptt off the building he had scaled to track down Charles Lee.

Ratonhnhaké:ton stopped in his tracks to catching his breath. Hunching over, he rested his hands upon his knees and winced. Turning his hands palm-sides up, golden eyes widened in surprise that they were wet with blood. Looking down, he was surprised to see that he had skinned his knees pretty badly. Underneath the tattered and frayed edges of his breeches, his bared legs were bruised, scratched, and covered in scrapes.

Stupid...

Without the money he had been saving, how was he going to feed himself? By the way the way he was limping and the visible injuries upon his body, people would be reluctant to hire him for jobs.

He would have to go back eating from the rubbish again, and when it froze it was damn near inedible.

He was so bloody stupid!


"Stupid..." the boy whispered to himself and brought up a hand to furiously wipe away the angry tears that begin to roll down his face. Spirits, he was pathetic! His shoulder shook as he held back a sob. No, do not cry, Ratonhnhaké:ton urged himself. He had to be strong and brave!

Mother would be so ashamed...

He managed to straighten up, limped around another corner... and tripped over someone's extended leg.

The Omega cried out in surprise as he stumbled to the ground.

"Thomas you were supposed to stop the, lad."

"An' I stopped 'im!"

With a tired and pained groan, Ratonhnhaké:ton turned over to glare up at the first man who stepped into his line of vision.

"Boy... " Charles Lee shook his head at him. "You truly are pitiful."

Re: One-shot: Eagle Eyes

(Anonymous) 2013-05-22 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
I adore how Connor's always saving Spado. :D The quickest way to Charles's heart, lol! Connor is such a loving and amazing child in this, despite his circumstances.

Re: One-shot: Broken Wing

(Anonymous) 2013-05-22 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
Despite Connor's thoughts about the exchange, I found that last line almost affectionate. I can't help but be intensely curious as to how they all find out he's Haytham's son. Does Charles suspect because of the eyes? :D

Re: In Pursuit of Happiness 11

(Anonymous) 2013-05-22 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
:O You don't say? Lol!