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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5
Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.5
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FILL 8/?
(Anonymous) 2012-11-28 12:47 am (UTC)(link)Connor feels sick as Haytham walks away, He doesn't want to think about what he said, much less agree with it. He doesn't want to remember how harsh and cruel the world is. He doesn't want to think about how small and insignificant each life is. He doesn't want to think of people as numbers.
So he forces himself to turn his thoughts toward Haytham himself. He's fairly certain the man is interested in him as more than just 'an interesting fellow', and he's unsure as to how he feels about that. How he's supposed to feel about that. He knows that most Colonists would spit on the ground and snarl that those kinds of desires are disgusting and wrong, but his kind would have treated that sort of affection the same as between any man and woman. Most tribes considered it holy, really.
Connor thinks long and hard, as he goes back to his room and curls up in his bed, waiting for sleep to take him again. It's nice, he decides eventually. The girls in his village never really seemed interested in him, giggling amongst themselves, both him and they far too young for romance. While he'd matured under the watchful eye of Achilles, he'd not had a chance to court anybody, and the interest people have shown in him is mostly amusement that a savage can act so civilised. This is different. Flattering, really. Even if it is a little awkward, because in his head he keeps accidentally calling him 'father' still.
The last thought that flits through his mind as he drifts off to sleep is that he can certainly appreciate Haytham's interest. He's a handsome man, if perhaps a little old, and he seems genuinely nice. He's not sure which of them is misguided.
...
He wakes up at nine, disorientated. He can't recall if his conversation with Haytham was real or imagined. Perhaps he'll try to speak with him later.
He gets up, combs his hair and straightens his clothes. He eats the cold porridge left on his table. It tastes like wet paper, but he's hungry. There are no envelopes this time.
He's not sure what he's going to do. He doesn't like being cooped up indoors. He glances around his room. He doesn't want to explore the house right now. The servants are unsettling and the Templar inner circle are almost certainly skulking around somewhere. He's not in the right mood for reading. He has too many thoughts, too many feelings. Perhaps...
His eyes fall on the desk. Perhaps he'll write. Write all these thoughts out of his head and onto paper. Put them in a drawer or burn them. It'll pass a few hours, at any rate.
He hasn't got anything better to do, so he moves across the room and picks up a quill.
Achilles, he writes. I have missed you very much the last few days. I find myself in a dangerous situation. I was careless and was captured by Templars, though I am sure you know this by now. I do not know where I am being held, only that it is in the Colonies.
He pauses.
Grand Master Kenway has promised that I am safe, so long as I make an effort to understand what it is the Templar Order want. I agreed, as the alternative was death. I hope you understand. I want to return home as soon as I can. I miss our long talks, and the silly little errands you always send me on.
Does that make any sense? It doesn't matter really, he decides. After all, Achilles will never read this.
From what Haytham has told me, the Templar's goals seem noble, though I am unsettled by the ruthlessness of their behaviour. Admittedly, you did not teach me much about showing kindness to my enemies, and the Grand Master has taken it upon himself to bridge that gap in my training. He is a good teacher, and
Connor pauses again. How can he say what's been happening without actually saying it?
he is affectionate. I appreciate his interest in me, though I wish it could be under different
circumstances.
That sounds all right. Achilles still thinks Haytham is related to Connor, after all.
I worry a lot for you and the Brotherhood. I am anxious for the recruits. I am afraid that the Templars will find you and kill you, that I will give something important away without realising it. I worry about my revolutionary friends, whether they are safe or not. I can do little but ponder all the ways everything I hold dear can be taken away from me. You are the closest thing to a father I have.
I hope this finds you in better conditions than I.
Yours,
Connor
He writes the date at the top and signs his letter with a flourish, and wonders what to do with it now. Certainly, writing it was therapeutic. He feels better now. The bottom drawer contains spare quills, ink, envelopes, wax and paper, and the others are empty. He folds it and tucks it into the middle drawer, and glances at the clock. Less than half an hour. Damn!
Connor sighs and leans back in his chair. It might be a good idea to try to find Haytham. He wants to know more about the Templars and their history in this land. The best place to look is probably his study.
...
He manages to find his way to the study without consulting a servant. He taps on the door hesitantly.
"Yes?" Haytham's voice calls from within.
"It's Connor," he replies. "I'd like to speak with you."
"Come in!" Haytham calls back, sounding delighted. He opens the door and steps inside. Haytham gestures for Connor to sit down, and Connor does.
"What brings you here?" Haytham asks. "Do you need anything?"
"I just wanted to talk," Connor says. "Our conversation earlier... ended on a bad note."
"That it did," Haytham says. "Are you here for an apology, then?"
"No," he replies. "I wanted to know more about the history of our organisations in this land."
"I..." Haytham doesn't seem to know what to say. "Where would you like me to begin?"
"With yourself," Connor says, after a moment's hesitation. "You are a rather interesting fellow, after all."
Haytham is silent for a moment, and his mouth twitches slightly, a small smile.
"Very well. I came here after taking a precursor artifact from a target in Covent Garden. The United Kingdom Grand Master, a man named Reginald Birch, and also my mentor, believed there to be a precursor storehouse in the Boston area of the Colonies."
"What's a precursor?"
"This may be hard to believe. Before our civilisation, our history, there was a previous civilisation. The Ones Who Came Before. Throughout history, they have shown themselves to various people, mostly Assassins. They left behind relics with special powers, such highly advanced science that it is indistinguishable from magic. The most well-known is the Apple, a golden sphere capable of mind control, creating illusions so real you can touch them. There are several of them, though I have only ever seen one once, from a distance, when I was younger."
Connor wonders if perhaps the sacred artifact of his village, the one that showed him the image of the woman with the crown-veil, was one of these Apples. He does not want to ask.
"So this storehouse would contain many of these artifacts?" He leans forward, studying Haytham carefully. The older man is wiping ink from a quill.
"Precisely. After a lot of trouble, I gathered my most trusted men- you've met them already- and journeyed to a Native holy place. I was disappointed. My artifact was supposed to be a key, but it did not open anything. I decided to fulfil my secondary goal, and build an Order here."
"Was there already a Brotherhood?" Connor asks. He knows the answer, but he wants confirmation.
"Yes, there was." Haytham is quiet. He puts the quill and rag down, steeples his fingers and meets Connor's gaze. "You know the rest of the story."
"And now I am near enough the only Assassin."
"Yes, you are."
Suddenly Connor doesn't feel safe any more. The way Haytham is looking at him is almost like a predator. Haytham rises from his chair and walks towards him, his footsteps nearly silent. Connor gets up with rather less grace.
"I should go," he says. He has no weapons. He may be stronger, but Haytham has more experience. He has no doubt Haytham could kill him if he wanted.
"No," Haytham says, so softly the sound barely breaks the silence. He's too close, much too close, and Connor slowly backs away until his shoulders hit a book case. Haytham follows, all but physically pressing him into the shelves. He puts one hand next to Connor's head and leans in suddenly, hesitating at the very last moment.
Connor forgets how to breathe for a moment. They are almost touching. Haytham's mouth is so close to his own, he can feel hot breath against his lips.
"I... I apologise," Haytham mutters, pulling away, facing the other direction. "I don't know what came over me."
Connor's brain goes into overdrive. He has no idea what just happened, except that he's somewhat disappointed it didn't happen.
"Wait," his mouth says, without any input from his brain.
Haytham looks over his shoulder, suspiciously.
"I... I might have enjoyed that," he finishes, lamely. Haytham's brow furrows in confusion
"You...?"
"Might..." Connor tries to repeat himself, but he can't. It sounds so stupid. "I might have... I mean, I think I would have..."
Haytham makes a sound halfway between a laugh and a moan. Then there's a brief flurry of movement and suddenly there's a mouth over his own and it feels really good. He's being pressed right into the shelves, and he doesn't mind that it's uncomfortable, because this new thing that's happening is amazing. Connor has no experience in this, so he passively lets a tongue worm into his mouth, and he lifts his hands to the arms that are now on each side of his neck, supporting Haytham's weight. He runs one down to where he thinks Haytham's hips are, and the other up to Haytham's jaw and gasps for breath when Haytham finally breaks the kiss.
"Did you?" he asks, running a hand over his lips to catch any stray strands of saliva.
It takes a moment before Connor can think again.
"Yes," he says.
fill anon just noticed a typo
(Anonymous) 2012-11-28 12:50 am (UTC)(link)"Did you?" he asks, running a hand over his lips to catch any stray strands of saliva.
should read
"Did you?" Haytham asks, running a hand over his lips to catch any stray strands of saliva.
ugh it's ten to one am and i am so going to bed
Re: fill anon just noticed a typo
(Anonymous) 2012-11-28 01:01 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL 8/?
(Anonymous) 2012-11-28 01:17 am (UTC)(link)Also, from your physical descriptions of his light skin color and the fact that he stood out among the other children of his clan and easily recognized as half-caste, are you describing Connor from the RISE trailer rather than the video game? Just curious
Anyway, thanks for another wonderful and speedy update!
Re: FILL 8/?
(Anonymous) 2012-11-28 01:30 am (UTC)(link)I'm really glad you like my writing so much! All your lovely comments and observations make me all warm and fuzzy inside! :3
Re: FILL 8/?
(Anonymous) 2012-11-28 01:38 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL 8/?
(Anonymous) 2012-11-28 01:47 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL 8/?
(Anonymous) 2012-11-28 02:40 am (UTC)(link)I'm not OP, but you write so well, and update so quickly (it makes me a bit jealous, school keeps me so busy I can barely find time to write), is there a prompt you would like filled? It's all I can do, in response to this amazing fill. ^.^
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(Anonymous) 2012-11-28 02:02 pm (UTC)(link)I, uh, I did request the dark freaky-friday-flip thing a few pages back, but I'd much rather you filled something because you liked the idea, not as a reward for me... I'm really sorry if that sounds rude, I'm really flattered by the offer, but I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO RESPOND ASKDJHGFL THIS IS THE FIRST TIME ANYBODY'S OFFERED SOMETHING LIKE THIS TO ME AND I AM LITERALLY THE MOST AWKWARD PERSON ON EARTH I'M SO SORRY >////<