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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5
Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.5
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Re: Fill: Who Will Save You Now? [7.5/?]
(Anonymous) 2013-03-14 12:11 am (UTC)(link)At the foot of the stairs he hesitates, glancing in Dobby's direction one last time. She is looking right back at him, as expected, from behind the shield of the broadsheet. They hold each other's gaze for a second and she carefully mouths: 'Safety and peace.'
He cannot risk responding or even reacting to the message, not when a potential enemy is so close behind him. Oh how far away he feels from either safety or peace at that moment. Almost physically caught between allegiances his position feels more perilous to him than it ever has before. The sight of the other Assassin reminds him of what he is, what he stands for and the creed he serves. Yet...
Occupied with his thoughts and his guilts, Connor ends up being waved through a door and is several paces into the room beyond before his brain catches up with his body. The unmistakable sound of the door shutting and the bolt being slid home halts his immediate impulse to turn around. Instead his muscles effectively seize up, tensing with the realisation that he has let himself be trapped so easily. In this area of training he clearly remains lacking. If the other man had wanted to kill him he probably could have done it, could still do it easily enough his mind adds. But no, Haytham needs him alive, and more than that can't possibly suspect his real purpose here yet. Nevertheless, any sense of security he gives the teenager is inherently false.
Intently aware of his surroundings, of the position and movements of the Templar, the novice's fingers begin to itch for the comfort of a weapon or the release of a hidden blade. Trying to cover up the telltale nervous tremors he folds his hands together and simply fidgets them instead. From below the sounds of the bar are still audible, but are not loud enough to drown out every small movement in the room that Connor is picking up on. He wills himself to stop thinking about how loud his own breathing sounds and his face not to start heating up again.
'Preferable to a blizzard, don't you think?' Apparently unfazed in the least, and unaware of the teenager's minor discomfort, his companion brushes past him in order to better assess the accommodation.
Looking it over, he has to agree, at least internally. A window, that is definitely large enough to climb through if needs be, sits in the wall opposite along with a small, thankfully unlit fireplace. What irresistibly draws his eyes is the one, admittedly large, bed that the room boasts. Crossing his arms, Connor wonders if this is what his companion asked for or if there was simply nothing else available, he's not sure which explanation he prefers in all honesty. Best not to focus on where that train of thought leads. Still, it is a decently sized chamber and there is more than enough space at the foot of the bed for him to comfortably lie down in. There's even a good rug in the spot, covering up the slightly less than accommodating wood of the floorboards. While it is tempting to ask for a pillow, its a luxury he can go well enough without. It shouldn't be too hard to sleep there, under the circumstances.
'I will take the floor.' He announces, as resolutely as possible.
'Oh, for goodness sake...' A highly unimpressed look is directed his way. 'Tomorrow may not be an easy day, and it will be a damn sight harder if you aren't properly rested.'
Not expecting to meet quite such decided opposition to his perfectly reasonable proposal, Connor is put on the back foot. 'I am quite used to-'
Waving aside the objection, Haytham cuts him off. 'I'm sure you are. But you have to admit that it is not the most comfortable of choices.'
'Yes, but-'
'No. The bed can accommodate two easily enough and you clearly need the warmth.' Satisfied that there is nothing further to be said on the subject, the grandmaster retires to the other side of the bed, removing his hat and cape as he goes.
Following him with his eyes, the Assassin stays put, not complying but not disobeying either. He remains rather torn, fairly certain that sharing the bed is really a very bad idea. But his body does crave something soft and truly comfortable to rest on after so long and he is sure that his companion is still not going to accept any objections. After all, as the leader of the colonial Order he must be used to being unquestioned. Stubbornness prompts him to hold out longer against agreeing, yet he cannot afford to be too hostile or standoffish. Trying to keep in the mindset of the assignment is becoming a headache. It doesn't exactly help to see just how well-armed the Templar actually is as his various weapons are removed from concealment to be set aside for the night. Then he starts properly undressing and Connor's eyes cannot avert themselves fast enough.
Almost as if he senses the teenager's discomfort Haytham pauses halfway through removing a holster. 'I'd rather not have to argue the point all night.' But I will if you make me.
Inspecting a small, uninteresting crack in the ceiling with almost single-minded determination the novice knows that it's probably best not to prolong this any more than necessary, as much as he wants to. Painfully self-conscious he reluctantly shrugs off his quiver and bow before resting them down carefully. Somewhat tempted to hold onto the hunting knife he nevertheless leaves it with the other weapons and removes his shoes. Refusing to look anywhere near the man or the other side of the room he quickly pulls back the covers and slips in almost fully clothed. Connor also makes a point of lying as close to the mattress' edge as possible, without actually falling out, and curls up semi-protectively while fixing a defiant stare on the wall. At the first excuse he'll be on the floor. Just as much as anything, he doesn't trust himself to be in this position. His stomach clenches and curls with a mixture of tension and anticipation as he simply lies there and waits, ears straining in order to pick up every movement of his companion.
After a torturously long wait the covers pull and the other side of the bed shifts tellingly. He doesn't flinch, not at all. It is something of a relief when the room's only lit lamp is extinguished, plunging them into near-total darkness. The imposed limit of sight is both a blessing and a curse. Connor has an impulse to turn over, to try and get just a look, but he resists it. Narrowly.
Some moments later a loud sigh makes him jump slightly again. 'That cannot be comfortable.'
'It is better than the floor.' Even if it's a concession of an earlier point, it is the easiest retort that comes to mind under the circumstances. At this rate the cold is not going to be much of a problem.
'Connor, I don't bite, moving closer will not kill you.'
Rather than risking the unspoken alternative, the teenager begrudgingly shuffles himself slightly further over. He doesn't dare move far, in case he accidentally ends up almost on top of the Templar, but he shifts far enough to be undeniably on the bed. Rolling onto the floor would take a bit more effort now though. Remaining just as, if not more, tense he tries not to dwell on the proximity. Even if he wasn't in the company of someone known to be such a dangerous enemy, he would still definitely have been at least a little rigid and nervous about it. This is more uncharted territory as far as he's concerned; the only person he's ever slept anywhere near as close to as this was his mother, and that had been many years ago now. The thought makes him start to feel a little lonely, despite himself.
'There now, that wasn't so hard, was it?'
Silence feels like the best tactic at this moment, for if he ignores his companion long enough then he will surely just go to sleep. Only once the man is definitely asleep will Connor be able to properly relax somewhat. He is more unsure than ever about where he stands with the grandmaster, which doesn't really help matters. But now is hardly the time to start addressing that. So he bites his tongue, fights any impulse to so much as twitch, and tries to feign sleep. After what seems like hours, but is probably not all that long at all, he picks up the slow, deep breathing coming from the other side of the bed and decides that he is in the clear.
In order to be sure he waits several minutes longer before allowing the tension in his muscles to ease somewhat. A contented noise almost escapes him, it has, after all, been quite some days since he last slept on a mattress. Years at the homestead have clearly ruined him. He can still sleep more than adequately on the ground, floorboards or anything really but he needs something softer to get a really good night's rest these days. Shifting slightly as he strains his ears for any new sounds of wakefulness the novice is struck with a thought. For a while he debates it silently, the idea is a rather stupid one and it could end up bringing him nothing but trouble. Nevertheless, he can't quite shake it once it has taken root in his mind.
Cursing himself all the while, Connor slowly and gradually pushes himself up on one arm to twist a look over his shoulder. Adjusting his eyes to the darkness, he searches out the shape of the other man beside him. He frowns at the warm, yellow glow he finds, it gives away no clues. Target, person of interest, potentially ally; any of the above, or all of them at once. Admittedly a definite red or blue would have been worse, more clear-cut and thus more damning, but as he considers it he finds himself worryingly unsure as to which of those alternatives he would have preferred to see. But, at least there is no cause for concern that will keep him up all night.
Letting his vision slip back to normal, losing the room in darkness again, he lies back down and throwing caution temporarily to the wind burrows slightly further into the covers. A powerful tiredness is catching up to him, not at all helped by the presence of a pillow after so many nights of absence. Fighting it off is quickly proving futile, and really it is better to face his companion again tomorrow well-rested rather than struggling to stay awake all night keeping watch on him. He is beginning to drift as another, sporadic shiver jolts him, the mattress shifts again and there is suddenly an awfully close body right next to him.
'What are you doing?' Tensing, Connor thinks he can be forgiven for sounding just a bit hostile.
'Relax. Just sharing heat.'
Some moments pass and it seems as if that really is all Haytham is doing. Despite the gentle reassurance he still finds relaxing again rather difficult when he remains so constantly, incredibly conscious of the warm body as his side. But he has already let his exhaustion begin to get the better of him and it proves impossible to fight off for long, especially not with how comfortable he feels. His companion's proximity has nothing to do with it. Nothing at all.
That night Connor's sleep is dreamless.
Re: Fill: Who Will Save You Now? [7.5/?]
(Anonymous) 2013-03-14 12:37 am (UTC)(link)Connor's panic and anxiety are understandable, and I must admit I am worrying a little what the Brotherhood are going to think about his slightly suspicious behaviour, and if he's ever actually going to tell them that he's sort-of in a relationship with Haytham... Er, as part of the mission, of course. *cough* (Keep kidding yourself, Connor, it's entertaining to watch)
Re: Fill: Who Will Save You Now? [7.5/?]
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(Anonymous) 2013-03-21 07:50 am (UTC)(link)This is amazing! Love it!