Of all the things he was used to having his enemies call him - savage, half breed, and other derogatory names - Connor had not expected Omega to be one of them. It wasn't that he was insulted by being called an Omega. It was how his enemies knew he was one, that bothered him more than the Randolph's appearance and abrupt departure after his ship had captured that Man-of-War.
Half a month ago, the Inner Circle had not even known the Assassins had risen from the ashes. From the informants that were killed and documents intercepted from Templar couriers over the years by he and his brothers; the enemy suspected that someone - some white hooded phantom - was outright causing them trouble. It was only when Connor had been caught and imprisoned that they must have began their investigation.
They knew his name (at least the one Achilles had given him), his mentor's involvement, and of his ties to the Sons of Liberty and the Patriots. It was possible that Lee knew much more from their memorable encounters.
"Are you alright, captain?"
Connor immediately stopped scowling and schooled his features into a blank mask. He wished he had changed into his Assassin robes as the crew prepared to disembark at the pier in New York. At least with the hood on, he could hide the dour looks on his face whenever he thought about Charles Lee.
"I am fine, Mister Faulkner," he lied smoothly.
The Aquila Captain knew his expression did not fool his first mate, who had mentored him in sailing ever since he was just a pup. However, he did not wish to disclose how the Templars had somehow managed to discover one - or possibly two - of the most intimate details about him. There was no doubt in his mind Faulkner would inform Achilles, and that would make life rather... difficult. His mentor was still upset and worried that he was rushing into marriage too quickly.
"Chin up, sir." Faulkner gave him a fatherly pat on the back before pointing. "Look who's here to greet us."
Speaking of marriage...
Everything is a blur as he drifts in and out of consciousness. Sometimes the man beside him is there, and sometimes he lays alone in bed. He smells clean cool air as it rids the room of the stench of male musk and sweat. He's so tired, that he can't even lift his limbs to defend himself as large hands roll him onto his stomach. A sigh of relief escapes passed his lips as a damp cloth gently wipes up and down his legs.
"Go to sleep, wife,' a disembodied voice commands
He closes his eyes once more.
Connor's breath hitched in his throat as he stepped down upon the docks. A couple yards away stood George Washington himself. Commander-in-Chief of the Continental Army. A symbol of the Patriot cause. Last but not least, Connor's fiancé whom he would be marrying within a month's time.
Surrounded by his entourage, Washington had not noticed him at first as was talking to the Lieutenant of the Belladonna; the ship they had escorted and rescued from a British fleet. However, it did not take long for those sky blue eyes to sweep over the crowds of people and single him out. With a warm smile, the Alpha turned his whole attention towards Connor, and reached out with one hand to beckon him close.
Before he even realized it, the Omega had left Faulkner's side without a word. That adoring azure gaze beckoned to him like a siren's call. Connor was already halfway to his destination, until he stopped abruptly as his Assassin instincts in.
He had to remember where he was and that the enemy could strike at him and Washington at any time; especially since they were in such close proximity to one another. Without thinking, the world shifted colors as he activated his second sight. Immediately, his hunter's eyes swept over the area and searched for any traces of glowing crimson among the crowds of white and blue. He was not surprised to that there were some red and pink blurs, but they did not gleam as bright as a Templar would.
What did surprise the half-native, was by how much blue there was around Washington. Most were all Patriot soldiers, whom he fought along side in certain battles. But there were other individuals in the crowds who glowed just as intensely as Washington himself. Switching back to his normal vision, Connor recognized two of his brothers - Jacob and Jamie - dressed in patriot blue uniforms, flanking the Commander-in-Chief.
He was both comforted and anxious to see them. Although he kept his gaze forward, his eyes continued to scan and he spotted the other four recruits - all in uniform - stationed on rooftops. What were they all doing here? He wondered and began walking once more as his beloved gave him a look of concern when the Omega had gone motionless.
"Commander," he greeted formally and stopped at a respectable distance from the older man who smiled at him once more.
"Connor." The warmth in his beloved's voice brought an unseen seat to the said young captain's face. "Welcome back. It seems we are in your debt once again."
Washington reached out with one hand to warmly clasp his shoulder in camaraderie, for the sake of appearances. However, the Assassin could feel the tension in the Alpha's fingers and the desire to draw him closer. He is both dismayed and relieved that his fiancé restrains himself from showing his affections. As much as he would want nothing more to have those arms embrace him; their intimate relationship was a closely guarded secret from the public. The Commander and Master Assassin knew they already had Templar targets painted above their heads; neither of them wished to fathom the consequences, if their enemies were to discover their forthcoming marriage.
Second Fill - The Honey Moon - Part 27b/?
Of all the things he was used to having his enemies call him - savage, half breed, and other derogatory names - Connor had not expected Omega to be one of them. It wasn't that he was insulted by being called an Omega. It was how his enemies knew he was one, that bothered him more than the Randolph's appearance and abrupt departure after his ship had captured that Man-of-War.
Half a month ago, the Inner Circle had not even known the Assassins had risen from the ashes. From the informants that were killed and documents intercepted from Templar couriers over the years by he and his brothers; the enemy suspected that someone - some white hooded phantom - was outright causing them trouble. It was only when Connor had been caught and imprisoned that they must have began their investigation.
They knew his name (at least the one Achilles had given him), his mentor's involvement, and of his ties to the Sons of Liberty and the Patriots. It was possible that Lee knew much more from their memorable encounters.
"Are you alright, captain?"
Connor immediately stopped scowling and schooled his features into a blank mask. He wished he had changed into his Assassin robes as the crew prepared to disembark at the pier in New York. At least with the hood on, he could hide the dour looks on his face whenever he thought about Charles Lee.
"I am fine, Mister Faulkner," he lied smoothly.
The Aquila Captain knew his expression did not fool his first mate, who had mentored him in sailing ever since he was just a pup. However, he did not wish to disclose how the Templars had somehow managed to discover one - or possibly two - of the most intimate details about him. There was no doubt in his mind Faulkner would inform Achilles, and that would make life rather... difficult. His mentor was still upset and worried that he was rushing into marriage too quickly.
"Chin up, sir." Faulkner gave him a fatherly pat on the back before pointing. "Look who's here to greet us."
Speaking of marriage...
Everything is a blur as he drifts in and out of consciousness. Sometimes the man beside him is there, and sometimes he lays alone in bed. He smells clean cool air as it rids the room of the stench of male musk and sweat. He's so tired, that he can't even lift his limbs to defend himself as large hands roll him onto his stomach. A sigh of relief escapes passed his lips as a damp cloth gently wipes up and down his legs.
"Go to sleep, wife,' a disembodied voice commands
He closes his eyes once more.
Connor's breath hitched in his throat as he stepped down upon the docks. A couple yards away stood George Washington himself. Commander-in-Chief of the Continental Army. A symbol of the Patriot cause. Last but not least, Connor's fiancé whom he would be marrying within a month's time.
Surrounded by his entourage, Washington had not noticed him at first as was talking to the Lieutenant of the Belladonna; the ship they had escorted and rescued from a British fleet. However, it did not take long for those sky blue eyes to sweep over the crowds of people and single him out. With a warm smile, the Alpha turned his whole attention towards Connor, and reached out with one hand to beckon him close.
Before he even realized it, the Omega had left Faulkner's side without a word. That adoring azure gaze beckoned to him like a siren's call. Connor was already halfway to his destination, until he stopped abruptly as his Assassin instincts in.
He had to remember where he was and that the enemy could strike at him and Washington at any time; especially since they were in such close proximity to one another. Without thinking, the world shifted colors as he activated his second sight. Immediately, his hunter's eyes swept over the area and searched for any traces of glowing crimson among the crowds of white and blue. He was not surprised to that there were some red and pink blurs, but they did not gleam as bright as a Templar would.
What did surprise the half-native, was by how much blue there was around Washington. Most were all Patriot soldiers, whom he fought along side in certain battles. But there were other individuals in the crowds who glowed just as intensely as Washington himself. Switching back to his normal vision, Connor recognized two of his brothers - Jacob and Jamie - dressed in patriot blue uniforms, flanking the Commander-in-Chief.
He was both comforted and anxious to see them. Although he kept his gaze forward, his eyes continued to scan and he spotted the other four recruits - all in uniform - stationed on rooftops. What were they all doing here? He wondered and began walking once more as his beloved gave him a look of concern when the Omega had gone motionless.
"Commander," he greeted formally and stopped at a respectable distance from the older man who smiled at him once more.
"Connor." The warmth in his beloved's voice brought an unseen seat to the said young captain's face. "Welcome back. It seems we are in your debt once again."
Washington reached out with one hand to warmly clasp his shoulder in camaraderie, for the sake of appearances. However, the Assassin could feel the tension in the Alpha's fingers and the desire to draw him closer. He is both dismayed and relieved that his fiancé restrains himself from showing his affections. As much as he would want nothing more to have those arms embrace him; their intimate relationship was a closely guarded secret from the public. The Commander and Master Assassin knew they already had Templar targets painted above their heads; neither of them wished to fathom the consequences, if their enemies were to discover their forthcoming marriage.