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Strange Fates 27
(Anonymous) 2013-04-27 07:00 am (UTC)(link)Chapter 27 - A Second Letter
During their ride, George thought he heard chase after them several times. The rustling of bushes, the sound of hooves striking forest floor...
But when he looked, he only saw foxes dashing through the undergrowth and elk and deer racing away from them.
Twice, he turned to look at the Omega Assassin seated behind him, but the young man simply gestured sharply, face an emotionless mask, and George refocused on guiding his horse toward the Homestead.
Five miles out, George longed to stop and rest. Give the horse some water. Read the letter that had been entrusted to him (and how thankful he was that this one need not be consumed by flames!) and see Connor’s elegant script again.
But a quick look at Clipper’s face told him all that he needed to know.
They were not yet safe.
And so they rode on, not quite a gallop, not quite a trot.
In 20 miles, they finally slowed to a stop.
Clipper wordlessly handed him a skin of water and a large metal pan and he gratefully took a short sip before pouring the rest of the water into the pan and letting the poor horse drink.
“A short rest for the horse,” the Assassin told him, “and then we will need to get moving again. It will be best to get as close to the Homestead as possible.”
It wasn’t what George was hoping for, but he supposed he had time to read a bit of the letter.
And really, that was all he wanted at this point.
After making sure that the horse was properly resting and while the Assassin stood on wary guard, George reached for the letter in his pocket.
He held it in his hand for a moment, admiring its crisp elegant lines, only slightly crumpled by its stay against his body, before removing the seal and opening it up to read.
As he read on, he felt shock, anger and...betrayal.
Dear George,
By now, you have probably heard of the falling out between Lee and my father. I would be glad to say that it is because of me if it had not been for the way it came about.
I am sorry, George.
I was neither strong enough nor prudent enough and...
I do not want to write this, but you deserve the truth.
Lee forced himself upon me again.
George’s hand clenched on the letter at this.
My father had agreed that Lee would stay his distance in his negotiations with me. This trespass against my person angered him almost as much as it angered me, and Lee is no longer in his good graces.
I am sorry to say that I wish that Lee were still in my father’s favor and that he had not seen fit to force his attentions upon me. But I know that I should not. This is a potential boon for us.
George did not see it as a boon. He, too, wished that Lee had not raped Connor again.
My father ordered me removed from Lee’s home and into his own temporary lodgings. I have arranged for my recruits to help free me from my father’s townhouse.
I want to say that I will see you soon, but I do not want your last memory of me to be of a lie.
Two of the men my father assigned to guard my steps are fearsome and notorious. I would not have my recruits fight against them.
Gerhard von Stantten and Frederico Perez.
George could see why Connor did not want his recruits, his brothers, to go up against them.
It is too risky. They would not win against them, and I do not want to lose them to this fight. They have battles elsewhere that are far more critical.
George felt unease crawl up his spine. He wasn’t sure what it was, but...
They must help you with the war. They must protect you from the Templars, and George, you must win this war. And stay alive.
You cannot let Lee gain your position and influence. Destroy that viper and his place in the army before he can poison everyone.
I trust that Stephane will have explained your role.
The Assassin did. And George didn’t like it.
I know you must be confused.
I shall be blunt.
I do not expect to survive this.
George felt his breath catch in his throat.
I have instructed my recruits to sneak in my weapons using Yusuf. And then, they are to create a distraction with the animals and lead as many of my guards as possible on a chase. Thankfully, neither of my two fearsome guards are particularly fast, and they should be safe enough as long as they do not engage.
And they have been ordered not to engage.
I will sneak out during the commotion, take down as many of them as possible and then escape.
But George, my two fearsome guards are not stupid. And they will realize what is going on.
I fear they already do.
If they do not participate in the chase then...
Then these will be my last words to you.
No!
My father gave me a choice after Lee’s attack. He told me I could marry a Templar or choose to die.
Though I do not want to marry a Templar, I wish to die even less.
But I may not have a choice.
Undoubtedly, if my two guards see me fleeing, they will shoot to kill.
My father has told them that any attempt to escape will be the same as my choosing to die.
I will likely only have a couple of hidden blades.
And I have no doubt that those two, together, will kill me.
I do not want to leave you George.
Know that I love you and will try my best to get back to you.
But if I do not, then please know that I will die with your name on my lips, with your voice in my heart and the knowledge of your love in my soul.
Thank you George.
George crumpled the letter.
Re: Strange Fates 27
(Anonymous) 2013-04-27 09:32 am (UTC)(link)Joking aside, though... This part was really touching. I don't know where you're going with all this, but I'm eagerly awaiting more, anon.
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(Anonymous) 2013-04-28 06:47 am (UTC)(link)Not sure where I'm going with this either...will need a day to think this through, but it should hopefully all come to a close soon. :D
Strange Fates 28
(Anonymous) 2013-04-29 07:00 am (UTC)(link)Chapter 28 - Loyalties
After the events as Charles’s home, it felt strange to be back amongst the continental army.
While the men welcomed him after his length absence, he received no such warmth from his fellow generals, and a grueling interrogation was set upon him to explain his absence.
Thankfully, Charles was no simpleton and had an apt answer for his absence. His intel on the crown’s movements, carefully tracked by his agents in the Order, made a convenient excuse. He claimed ceaseless work on their behalf, meeting with his agents and obtaining new attack locations, and, after corroboration with another one of his placed agents within the continental army, was warily let back into his position.
And Charles knew that this was the time to plan and excel and plot. The Order needed him at his best and doing everything he could to remove Washington from the post of commander-in-chief. He had sought such in the past, and he still sought such now.
Though now, he was constrained from actually killing the man.
Their agreement with the Assassin still held.
And wasn’t that the crux of Charles’s inattention these days? He was unable to concentrate, unable to think, unable to plan and be as useful as he should be because...
Because That choice existed.
Because the Assassin could choose to wed one of them or choose to die and to kill Charles’s unborn child while doing so.
And it was all possible only because Charles had made such terrible mistakes with respect to the boy and brought Master Kenway to this pass where allowing the boy to die before birthing the child was an option.
Charles was a fool. He was a thrice-damned fool who could not concentrate on his assigned task because he kept thinking about the little child that was developing in the Assassin’s belly and wondering if that child would ever live to see the light of day.
A little Omega daughter. A little Alpha son.
Or a funeral for its would-be mother.
Charles shuddered.
It was unbearable to think about, and yet he could not stop. Like picking at a wound, he could not help himself.
And so he almost missed the fact that no one had sighted the commander for most of the day.
It was odd. The man so enjoyed the company of the soldiers within the camp, often spending a large portion of everyday speaking with them. It was part of what made him so popular.
The lower ranks saw him as open and likeable. A charismatic leader who was surprisingly down-to-earth. For Charles not to catch a single sight of him in the camp was highly...
Suspicious.
Inquiring his fellow generals and officers was of little help.
He was not well liked for his outright dislike of Washington, and he could get little of use out of them. The likes of Putnam either ignored him or gave him clearly false information.
The more neutral ones said something about there being disturbing information as to potential spies, and that Washington wanted to review the information in private so as to deliver a solid report in front of the council.
That sent a frisson of worry along Charles’s spine.
Visions of being stripped of all command, of the Order losing its tentative hold on the continental army, of Washington ordering his execution flashed in his mind, and Charles beat a hasty retreat.
It wasn’t until later when he overheard two soldiers discussing their pregnant wives that a suspicion grew in his mind.
Charles immediately sent for one of his few remaining agents within the army.
“When did Wesson disappear?”
His subordinate’s answer did not set him at ease.
“Our brother was last seen yesterday. I was not able to locate him at noon for his daily reporting and further investigation did not turn anything up. Wesson has, for all intents and purposes, disappeared.”
Charles pursed his lips in thought.
“Who has been tracking Washington’s movements as of late?”
“Wesson’s shift is this week. My own shift is next week.”
“And since Wesson’s disappearance?”
The man looked uncomfortable.
“I am sorry, sir, but we’ve been preoccupied trying to locate Wesson. I was going to expedite my shift after a couple more hours of investigation.”
The timing could be coincidence or planned.
Charles wasn’t sure he believed in coincidence.
“Has anyone seen the commander since yesterday?”
“No, sir. Wesson reported in last night, but since he went missing, we’ve all been very busy and...”
Charles waved off the apology. It would do no good now, especially given the shortness of the time that had passed.
And while Wesson’s disappearance was clearly worrisome, Washington’s scarceness that morning could be attributed to many things, one of which may simply be a desire to avoid Charles after his part in the boy Assassin’s capture.
Somehow, Charles did not believe that.
The man, incompetent thought he may be, genuinely cared for the Assassin. Charles did not think that any Alpha, no matter how lowly, could simply stand by as their Omega was betrothed to someone else unwillingly.
And combined with Wesson’s disappearance, Washington’s disappearance, the nonchalance of Charles’s fellow generals...
Wesson was reliable and punctual. This was highly irregular.
He was also the main detail into Washington’s activities.
It came to him.
They were trying to rescue the boy. Soon.
The Brotherhood had removed Washington for his own protection and were going to make an attempt on Master Kenway’s townhouse...
Charles’s first instinct was to alert his brothers. He sent his subordinate for a quill and parchment.
He must let Master Kenway know. He must let the Order (or what was left of it) know so that they could foil the rescue attempt and, and...
Charles thought about the ultimatum that Master Kenway had put to the Assassin.
He remembered the Assassin’s choice of marriage or dying.
And he recalled that Gerhard and Frederico were instructed to kill if anything untoward happened.
He thought about the child in the Assassin’s belly, that little seed of his that grew into a fruit and would still need several months before it would take its first breath of air.
When the quill and parchment came, he sent it back.
He had no need of it.
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(Anonymous) 2013-04-29 11:12 am (UTC)(link)Re: Strange Fates 28
(Anonymous) 2013-04-30 03:03 am (UTC)(link)Strange Fates 29
(Anonymous) 2013-04-30 04:52 am (UTC)(link)Strange Fates
Chapter 29 - Battle
George ducked as a blade whipped around and tried its very best to take his head off.
From somewhere behind him, he heard cursing as the Spaniard danced lightly around, undoubtedly ruining Clipper’s shot.
And next to him, Stephane wielded both blade and cleaver with ease, removing guard after guard with frightening efficiency.
George would have been impressed if he weren’t too busy trying not to get killed. He was certainly not at the level of any of the Assassins, and it was somewhat of a miracle that the Spanish Templar priest had not yet ended him.
Rolling away from another swing of the long and evil-looking blade, George grasped his hands on a box full of trash and hurled the contents at the man.
It gave him just enough time to put a little bit of distance between the deadly man and himself, but not nearly enough for George’s comfort.
Of course that, of all the opponents the man could have chosen, he chose George.
Of course.
George cursed as the Spaniard stalked forward, eyes lit with religious zeal.
It hadn’t all been so disastrous when he’d first arrived.
George had argued with Clipper for near an hour before the Omega agreed to turn back and let him accompany them on the rescue for Connor. It took showing the Omega Connor’s letter and arguing that, without Connor, the Templars would have him killed anyways before the young man finally caved.
By the time they arrived, night had fallen and Stephane and the others had been about to launch the rescue.
Stephane had, unsurprisingly, been rather angry at both him and Clipper for being there, but he finally relented when Clipper pointed out the futility of his anger.
George was already at the scene and not including him now would only lend their enemy a convenient hostage should they catch sight of him.
Although Stephane agreed grudging, George thought the Alpha was rather relieved that Clipper, at least, was there. It seemed that the Assassins were well aware of the dangers that the Spanish priest and the Hessian posed and were much assured by the addition of one of their number.
A number which apparently included a turkey.
George had been just a bit...surprised to see the animal, but one glare and an ensuing peck taught him to keep his doubts to himself.
That beak was rather sharp.
And, at first, everything had gone well.
The turkey Yusuf had successfully delivered the weapons and, at the agreed upon signal (three flickers of candlelight), Stephane and the others set about chasing the stray animals they’d gathered into a frenzy.
The guards noticed the commotion, saw the Assassins and began chasing them as planned, and George and Clipper hid where they had sight of Connor’s lodgings, waiting for the Wolf himself to climb out and join them.
It was bad luck that the Hessian von Stantten happened to look back just as Connor began climbing out.
He yelled something to the Spaniard Perez, and they immediately broke off the chase to run back to their posts.
George had been hiding very close by and when he saw the Spaniard grab at the revolver at his waist and begin to aim at the vulnerable Connor...
It certainly wasn’t the smartest thing he had done, but he’d do it again in a heartbeat.
With his heart pounding in his ears, George leapt out of his hiding place and tackled the Spaniard, leaving Clipper to deal with the Hessian before the rest of the Assassins could extricate themselves from the mass of Templar guards on their heels and rejoin them.
Neither George nor Clipper were particularly good with hand-to-hand combat, the Assassin being an expert at marksmanship instead and George more used to commanding armies than dueling with a skilled foe.
But the alternative was leaving Connor to their guns and ammunition as he climbed out of that window.
And George couldn’t do that.
So he dodged and leapt and did his very best to distract the Spaniard and stay alive.
Two very close calls before Stephane and the other Assassins (and the rest of the Templar guards) joined them, and the fight escalated.
All the while, George could not help glancing periodically at his beloved, carefully making his way down, no doubt unused to the extra girth and weight of his newly expanded middle.
If his beloved Wolf should have a misstep, even one, then the consequences would be dire. Connor’s quarters in the townhouse had been located rather high up, and while Connor had sustained falls from great heights before, he’d never been pregnant during them.
George didn’t want to think about what could happen if even one hold was not secure and...
A yell in front of him, and George turned just in time to see a silver sword stop the descent of a wicked blade.
“Eyes on your opponent!” Stephane snarled as he beat off the blade that had been so close to ending George’s life.
Shaken, George nodded his thanks to the other Alpha.
If it hadn’t been for the French Alpha...
Well, George wouldn’t be trembling in the aftermath of it.
Quickly, he unsheathed his own sword and made his own attack as best he could.
Although none of his attacks hit, George was gratified to see the Spaniard back off slightly as both he and Stephane bore down on the man.
Thrust, thrust, parry, thrust, lunge.
It was a deadly, deadly dance, but George felt relieved as the man continued backing away.
They were driving him into a corner. And soon, Stephane could end the man, and they’d be that much closer to rescuing Connor and...
A sharp crack.
Startled, George looked over to the source of the noise.
It was Clipper.
He’d shot the Hessian right through the heart, ending the reign of one of the most terrifying Templars ever.
Relief washed over George.
Surely, surely they were winning now.
Surely...
Another sharp crack.
George turned to look and...
Froze.
Haytham Kenway.
Rifle in his hands.
A grim and sad but determined look on his face by the light of the flickering lantern.
And a white-robed figure began to fall from where it had been so close to landing in a pile of hay.
Re: Strange Fates 29
(Anonymous) 2013-04-30 05:53 am (UTC)(link)AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YOU'RE KILLING ME HERE ANON
...I'ma sit here and furiously glare at my screen.
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(Anonymous) 2013-05-01 03:23 am (UTC)(link)Couldn't help myself?
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(Anonymous) 2013-04-30 06:12 am (UTC)(link)Fantastic as usual. I need the next part like I need AIR
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(Anonymous) 2013-05-01 03:24 am (UTC)(link)But yes...Haytham is capable of doing what he thinks needs to be done, even if he really, really doesn't want to.
The quintessential Templar.
Strange Fates 30
(Anonymous) 2013-05-01 04:36 am (UTC)(link)Strange Fates
Chapter 30 - Endings
Charles paced restlessly in his tent.
He was to meet one of his agents for some reconnaissance and the man was late.
Normally, Charles would have sent another one of his agents in search of the man, but...
Charles went about his duties these days with a distracted air.
He was still both a general in the continental army, seeking to eliminate the influence of the crown in the new world, and second-in-command of the colonial Templars. He had many tasks to oversee, his own battalion to lead, agents to supervise...
But his heart wasn’t in it.
He and Master Kenway were like a pair, each weighted down with moroseness.
He for the child and Master Kenway for his own child.
Charles considered it strange, that his mentor could grieve so when he was the cause of that grief.
But Charles’s mentor had always been a man of great conviction and principle.
He put the Order above anything and everything, even his own heart.
Even his own family.
Charles could not believe it when Master Kenway’s missive had arrived.
He had hoped that, with his willful blindness into the matter, with his one act of disobedience, that the boy, that his child...
Well.
It was no use dwelling on could-have-beens and should-have-beens now.
Master Kenway had shot the Assassin. The boy had fallen from no small height. The other Assassins and Washington had carried off the body, no doubt to give the Master Assassin a proper burial.
There had only been a deep stain of blood left.
Charles’s longed-for child was dead now, his intentions be damned. And he didn’t even have any physical reminder to mourn over.
How vexing.
To fall in love with the child so that he’d even betrayed the Order.
And it had all come to naught.
Charles glanced at the timepiece in his tent and growled.
His agent was very late. He’d have to discipline his men for this.
He was in no mood to suffer incompetence.
Master Kenway was in a foul state after he was forced to kill his son, and the duties of leading naturally fell upon Charles.
He was acting Grandmaster until his mentor regained himself, even if he felt like withdrawing from the world to rage himself.
It was punishment, it must be punishment for wishing to keep the Assassin’s plans secret, for wanting the child that once grew in his belly.
It was too perverse to be anything else and...
A footstep behind him.
Finally, his agent had arrived.
With a growl, Charles whirled around, prepared to verbally lash the man and...
Pain.
Charles choked, doubling over and collapsing and...
His hand automatically went to his throat and came away wet.
He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t...
He stared at his hand, at the red painting it.
Why was it red?
Why...?
Another stab of pain, this time through the heart.
A soft voice whispered in his ear.
“You have caused a lot of harm, Charles Lee. But you have also attempted to do better in the end. Thank you for that. I cannot forgive you, but I will make your end faster than it might have been.”
And with that, the blade twisted, resulting in agony raging through Charles’s body before he mercifully sank into darkness.
He wondered if he would meet his child in an afterlife.
----
George finished penning the missive to General Putnam. Such a tragedy, that the late Charles Lee had been murdered in his own tent by a renegade Redcoat.
They would need to schedule a funeral for the decorated general, as was proper.
Even if George enormously disliked the Alpha for what he’d done to his beloved Wolf, it was important that morale be maintained.
It would demoralize the troops to learn that one of their trusted Generals had been working against them on his own agenda.
George had toyed with the idea of going along the original plan and exposing the man, but, after consulting the Brotherhood on the threat against his person, had decided against it.
The Templar Order was almost entirely defanged, having lost most of its Inner Circle and both Gerhard von Stantten and Frederico Perez besides. The new Inner Circle members were all relatively inexperienced and would worry about succession and internal politics rather than bothering George.
While their accursed Grandmaster was still alive, the man was aging fast. His chosen successor was dead, and many eyes were on the position of second-in-command.
Besides which, the only Templar capable of truly usurping his position was the late Lee. There was no point in exposing the man now.
George sighed.
He felt remorseful, that things had ended the way they did, that he would have to plan the loathsome Lee’s funeral.
After all the Alpha had done to his beloved Wolf, after he had single-handed brought his beloved to this pass, it seemed a bit too easy and too unjust that his death was quick and he would be buried with full honors.
George was not normally a vindictive man, but...
Well, the events of the past few months were enough to try anyone’s patience.
Speaking of which...
He heard a soft football behind him and turned to embrace that white clad figure behind him.
“Connor, you are doing well.”
The Omega smiled and gently grasped his hand.
George laid his head against that rounded belly.
“How is the child?”
A grunt.
“Excitable. I am kicked constantly.”
George grinned as he felt one of those kicks against his cheek.
How lucky he was to have this.
How lucky he was that—
“Your magic ring is a blessed miracle.”
Connor snorted.
“It is hardly a magic ring, merely a trinket from my travels.”
George sobered.
“It saved your life. If you hadn’t been wearing it, then—“
“—The bullet would have killed me, I know, as was my father’s intention.”
And what a chilling thought, that the Templar Grandmaster had been determined to end the life of both his son and that of his grandchild’s.
“Do you blame me?”
George looked at that beloved face.
“Blame you? How can I? If you had not done as you did, then they would have known you were alive. We would never have escaped.”
A clever ploy it had been.
His Connor had realized the opportunity presented by the repelled bullet and used the distraction to drop into the haystack to safety. It was unfortunate that he hadn’t quite fallen correctly due to the weight of the child and managed to stab himself on some sharp implements resting beside it, but it was probably for the best anyhow.
The Templars had evidently seen the blood and concluded that he had died. It allowed his beloved Wolf the time to heal, and then to take out their second-in-command.
George went back to stroking that taut belly.
“Paul is pleased about the news of our wedding,” he murmured.
“You told Paul Revere?”
George chuckled at the grimace in that voice.
“He unfortunately found out when he mistook my correspondence with his own. I hope you don’t mind him being one of our guests?”
The Omega didn’t look too put out.
“If we must.”
It seems that his Omega never forgave his friend for that rather eventful horse-ride.
George didn’t blame him, and if he ever learned that those gropes had been on purpose...
Paul Revere ought to tread carefully.
But now was not the time for such thoughts.
George rested against his beloved Omega.
To finally have Connor, to be safe, to soon be named father to Connor’s child...
George felt content.
He was looking forward to the future.
Finis
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(Anonymous) 2013-05-01 05:08 am (UTC)(link)Just... gonna sit here with all my feelings... It's k didn't need my heart anyways.
But seriously good job with all of this. I also hate you for keeping me on the edge of my seat the whole time.
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(Anonymous) 2013-05-01 05:18 am (UTC)(link)Glad you enjoyed the ride. :D Will be taking a short break and seeing if there's any other ideas floating around that head 'o mine.
Haven't quite decided yet.
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(Anonymous) 2013-05-01 05:22 am (UTC)(link)OMG. Just realized that with the frenetic pace we've been keeping, we basically did Nanowrimo three times over.
Wow...
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(Anonymous) 2013-05-01 05:47 am (UTC)(link)Re: Strange Fates 30
(Anonymous) 2013-05-01 05:53 am (UTC)(link)To be honest, I did toy with the idea of him actually being dead, but decided that I already put him through the wringer, killed him, and all sorts of other terrible things in my other works. It's only fair that he gets at least one happy ending. :D
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(Anonymous) 2013-05-09 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)I practically teared up at Connor's last letter to George, and the moment where Haytham had shot Connor... I nearly panicked thinking you were going to kill him off, but thankfully Connor did all those Captain Kidd side quests early :p I'm glad Connor and George finally got their happy ending in this one, and with Charles dead, Connor can marry George without society's scorn, right? Charles' death, I saw coming - in this bitter love triangle, it was his turn to die.
So, anon - what's next on your list? I'm going to go back and try to finish up Honeymoon, Shattered... and try and work on GSTQ; but let me tell you, when I got back from vacation, a horde of plot bunnies came back with me... so I might drop some drabbles down, if I ever get the chance.
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(Anonymous) 2013-05-10 02:16 am (UTC)(link)Not sure what's next yet...still brainstorming. Debating between two bunnies.
1) Post Chasing Revenge, all the colonial templar crew is reborn and joins Abstergo. Charles sees Connor in the street one day, and all his memories come back.
2) Post Chasing Revenge, Charles's memories go back in time to right before Bridgewell Prison, before he sees Connor in prison for the first time. Things are still difficult, but he has a chance to change things before they get bad.
Actually might make the second one a drabble...
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(Anonymous) 2013-05-10 02:49 am (UTC)(link)Out of all your stories, I really pitied Charles in Chasing Revenge. I had an angst-filled idea (that's up for grabs) of what if Connor consented to George being killed - feeling that it was too cruel to keep that his beloved spend his life imprisoned - and simply falling apart emotionally over the years, distancing himself from his son and encouraging Charles to hurt him as punishment /shakes head/ I am an evil... evil person.
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(Anonymous) 2013-05-10 03:08 am (UTC)(link)Not sure about the second one. In the first one, I think he'd try for Connor again, especially since, in the new life, Connor has no reason to hate him. But since he went through Connor's suicide once, he'd be smarter about it.
Connor consenting to George being killed sounds cool. If Charles, feeling merciful or something, allowed Connor to see George, and if George, feeling hopeless, begged to be let to die, then I can easily imagine Connor finally breaking down and allowing it. It'd definitely destroy him, though.
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(Anonymous) 2013-05-10 03:21 am (UTC)(link)Though for the second one, it would be interesting if Charles manages to sabotage Connor and George's relationship by revealing the commander's role in the burning of his village, which might make Connor start doubting the Commander and maybe even his own choices, and might pursue a chance to work with the Templars to win the war.
Also, I would love more opportunities of Charles seeing Connor in his captain's outfit ^^;
More fan art (5th one down)
http://www.pixiv.net/member_illust.php?mode=manga&illust_id=34844055
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(Anonymous) 2013-05-10 03:54 am (UTC)(link)Definitely a good idea for the second one. He'd actually be honest for once, and since Connor actually did pursue a collaboration with Haytham, it's believable.
...hmm...very tempting...especially if I switch between Charles POV and Connor POV...
Re: Strange Fates 30
(Anonymous) 2013-05-10 04:17 am (UTC)(link)Re: Strange Fates 30
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