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Opera House Haytham/Connor
(Anonymous) 2012-11-29 12:15 am (UTC)(link)So the prompt is, this anon shyly requests Haytham and Connor having a date or something in a high class fashion. Okay, if anything, anon REALLY wants to see two of them going to the opera together. Afterwards, they can go to a fancy dance party, restaurant, etc, etc <3 This anon really wants to see cute Connor interacting with new things and Haytham being amused/annoyed about it <3
Bonus points for:
-Dance party where Haytham teaches Connor.
-Trying to make Connor dinner etiquette and Connor being annoyed about it (He learned basic etiquette/manner from Achilles thankyouverymuch)
-Connor excited about opera but trying to not show any excitement to Haytham.
-...And of course, Haytham knows about Connor's excitement and thinks it is quite cute.
-Sexiness afterwards! ...Well, it IS kinkmeme ;u;
Re: Opera House Haytham/Connor
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(Anonymous) 2012-11-30 08:35 pm (UTC)(link)Satahonhsatat (Listen) - Part 1
(Anonymous) 2012-12-02 09:35 pm (UTC)(link)Also, if anyone reading has trouble picturing Connor in more formal attires, you can try to imagine him in his previous concept suit, which you can see in details here: http://store.ubiworkshop.com/content/AC3_Aveline_Connor_BG.png
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During the winter the cold winds from the sea got the best of Hyatham and he find himself shivering involuntarily even through all the clothes and cape. He shifts his position, looks around for a bit. The city was surprisingly agitated at this time of the night. The taverns were crowded, most of them so full they had to move tables outside. People didn’t seem to mind the snow or the wind, probably already too embriagated to care, and the music and dancing kept them heated anyway. Most of the streets were already covered with thin snow and there were more ships anchored at ports, their captains likely taking a break during the festivities.
His hand caught a small pocket watch he always carried somewhere in his clothes. Connor was late. The night before Hickey had brought him letters when he arrived at the Green Dragon. He doesn’t live there anymore, but he’s been a regular through all those years. It was a good place to talk about the activities that didn’t require too much secrecy, while still keeping a look at the townspeople and hearing any rumour that might be floating around. Great place to get Hickey to do his work too. Give him a few coins, let him have his drinks, call in a girl or two and the bastard will do whatever they ask him too.
Two of the letters contained some precious informations confirming that Church was indeed going to watch the Christmas play with companions in New York’s Opera House and two tickets to the play, as he had requested earlier. Lee was the first to uncover the information, he overheard two guards talking about how Church was causing quite a big commotion by trying to get in contact with a few supposedly financial investors and a particular woman he has been chasing for quite a while now, despite being married.
He should’ve known better, should have cut ties with Church before. The moment the surgeon managed to get acquainted with a wealthy man who promised him a rich clinic space for the upper class Church immediately started running his mouth wild. Apparently he had find it amusing to entertain his new friend with his templar tales - no doubt bragging about it and filling it with outright lies in his favor - and he needed to put a stop to it.
Church managed to kill two birds with a stone - he need to meet with his upper class friends and the woman he was interested in wanted to see the upcoming play, seeming as she was a devout catholic, so he arranged to meet them all there.
Haytham had planned to kill Church before, though. His plan was pretending he didn’t know anything about Church’s traitorous activities, lure him for a faux meeting and finish him quickly before anyone arrived. However, as soon as he managed to get around Church, circling behind his back, Connor had arrived. He didn’t know why the boy was here and even what he wanted, it caught him completely by surprise. Connor swiftly jumped from the roof in front of the surgeon, making Haytham curse himself inwardly for not having noticed him before. Was he getting old already?
Then there was only arguing between the two of them. The bits he could make out were that Benjamin Church had stole something from Washington and Connor was here to get it back. The discussion had its advantages too. Hoping he could sniff Church’s life out of him while he was proffering lies to defend himself, he silently approached him, hidden blade already out and ready to strike.
But Connor knew better and grabbed his hand over Church’s shoulder before he managed to strike. By then the man had realized what Haytham wanted to do and fled for his life. Before he could even start yelling at his son for letting him escape, the boy had pointed a finger at his face and told him he wouldn’t let Haytham kill the man before he got what he had stolen back. Naturally he could easily ignore Connor’s demands and kill Church whenever he pleased, but it was surely going to take him a long time to have him out of Connor’s interferences. Now that he didn’t have the element of surprise on his side anymore and Church knew he was after him, it would take him even longer and free time was something he did not possess right now. He needed the surgeon seven feet underground and he needed it soon or else the fool might seriously compromise the order.
Therefore a truce had been formed. Haytham would help the boy finding whatever it was he needed back and Connor would in turn help put an end to Church’s life. The half-native boy was apprehensive at first. Killing the man was not on his list as Church had done nothing serious. He simply wanted what had been stolen, but Haytham saw it coming and promptly used his manipulative skills to make him see it his way - “Yes, let Church alive so that he can run back to his partners and plan a new attack. Did you know he has been meeting with some pretty powerful people? Or do you believe Church really won’t get back at Washington for it? Hmm? I would hate to say I had warned you.”
He had hit the nail and he knew that, causing a smile of victory to grace his face. Connor walked away with a murmured “Fine.” and for the rest of the night Haytham reunited with his companions at the Green Dragon to talk about the assassin’s interference and gather a new plan to murder Benjamin Church.
The month that followed consisted of constantly going back and forth between Boston and New York where he met Connor a few times and ultimately unveiled his plan to overhear Church conversing with his friends about whatever was stolen (he kept forgetting to ask what it was that they were after) at the Opera House. They both liked the idea. Just in case, should the man not talk about it at all (which Haytham just barely took into account considering his big mouth), they could easily extract information from the man himself if he found himself alone for a single moment.
Which brought about one big problem for the both of them. One; despite being familiar with the Opera Houses back at England, he still hadn’t seen a single play in the New World and knew nothing about the space itself, proving it hard to find the man when the day finally came around (and he needed to secure an easy way out should the plan not work out as smoothly as he wanted it to) and two; Connor may be quite educated and knowledgeable considering his upbringing, but he doubted the boy knew anything about how plays worked. The way to fix this small problem of them was to visit the place before the aforementioned day. Which is why Haytham now found himself freezing to death while waiting for him in front of the Opera House. He just hoped the boy wouldn’t be too late that the doors would close and they were kept outside.
Answering his prayers, he finally took notice of the boy walking in his direction after he crossed the street ahead. His regular outfit had given place to more formal attires, though he still kept a white jacket that fit him surprisingly well. He wore a thick grey cape that seemed too old to be his (Achilles’, maybe?) over his shoulders to protect him from the cold. He still wore the symbolic assassin’s hood, but as soon and he got close to Haytham his hands made to remove it, revealing that his hair had been combed and tied with a black lace. He looked at the boy up and down.
“Achilles dressed you well, I have to admit.” His hands adjusted the cape over his shoulder and dusted away the tiny snowflakes. Getting closer, he reached for the back of his neck, adjusting the white hood beneath the cape so it wouldn’t stand out.
“He was against it, but lent me his clothes anyway. He said I would attract too much attention with normal clothes.”
“And he is absolutely right. Now let us be going, they’ll be closing the doors soon and we can’t enter after that.”
“Of course we can.”
Haytham rolled his eyes, already climbing the steps to the entrance where two well dressed men took his tickets, hat and cape.
“I meant, we can’t get in through the front door and I would rather not have to do it the hard way.”
Connor nodded and did the same, taking his cape out and giving it to the other man who had approached them. Both of them stared at the space inside. The floor was made of the finest wood and marble with red carpets adorning the main hallways. There were three staircases total, a big one on the center and two smaller ones on each side.
Haytham approached Connor, putting a hand on his shoulder to bring him closer so they could talk without other prying. That earned him a glare for the contact but he didn’t care. His son would have to deal with it if they were doing this together.
“Those stairs will lead to the cabins on the second floors. Those are private chambers that only the wealthy can afford. That is probably where we’ll find Church on the given day since they’re more spacious and will grant him more privacy with his colleagues. I still don’t know where exactly he will be located but keep it in mind anyway.” Haytham lowered his gaze and discreetly pointed to one of the two big doors below. Red curtains adorned the opening and would be closed when the play started. “Those will leads us to the common seats. That’s where we will be.”
They walked together through the door and Haytham could almost hear his son gasp at the size of the place. He had contained a chuckle. This one was actually a lot smaller than the ones he frequented back at home. The ceiling was closer to the ground and there were less chairs around. The stage was smaller too. He tried to imagine taking Connor back with him to England and showing him a real Theatre House. The imagery that formed in his head made him smile without thinking.
“We should arrive just on time at the day. If we get too soon Church or one of his men might find us out. As soon as we’re here we’ll need to locate his cabin and sit as close to it as possible. Though it will probably be crowded and we won’t have much choice” He muttered to himself more than to his son. Looking around, he tried to find a way to the upper level without having to go through the previous hall, since the doors will be closed during the actual play. “If we don’t see any backstage ladders around, we might have to climb. It is possible that we might have to hide through the entire play until we get the information you want.”
Connor nodded at him.
“Even after that, you’re still not to kill him yet.” Connor walked in front of him, looking him in the eye. “I’m not letting you touch a finger on him until I see that what he stole is indeed there.”
“Are you mad?” He almost shouted. “I don’t have the time to waste such perfect chance.” But the boy kept glaring at him, face getting closer to show his determination and that he wouldn’t let Haytham do as he pleased. “Alright, fine. Anything else? A cup of tea, maybe a few scones too?”
Connor’s eyes rolled and he turned back to the stage. The place started to fill quickly since it should be starting soon and he noticed as his son quickly stepped aside and away from the door when people started getting in.
“Nervous?”
He joined Connor at the other side, quietly leaning against the wall and crossing his arms in front of his chest.
“I don’t like big crowds in confined spaces.” He is claustrophobic? “And these clothes are too tight to let me move freely.” And he is worried about his abilities to run if something doesn’t go as planned.
Working with his son might prove to not be a complete waste of time. He found it amusing that he enjoyed learning about the little things in him. He stared fondly as the boy tried to adjust the pants around his groin - maybe too tight? - and moved his legs every once in a while to adjust to the fabric. Haytham moved towards him and inlcined against his shoulder.
“Relax.” He pretended not to notice as Connor’s hand quickly covered his ear after he whispered maybe too close.
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Two hours later, Haytham left the place with his son by his side. The first half hour of the play was mostly approaching the stage, getting a seat in the middle of the place so they could see the whole theatre better and the play was practically forgotten. But as soon as they were done making plans and calculations he found it amusing how Connor couldn’t keep his eyes off the stage. He was like an entranced kid, didn’t look away, didn’t speak, it was as if he had forgotten all the people around him, even Haytham himself.
“How was your first visit to an Opera House, enjoyed yourself?”
The boy nodded slowly.
“It reminded me of when I was a kid and played in ceremonies with the other kids. I mean, there were no stages or fancy people, but it was nostalgic.”
Something inside made Haytham clear his throat. Was that... pride he felt?
“Well, just remember to meet me here again in ten days. I’ll try and see if I can get Hickey to discover Church’s cabin by then.”
Making to walk away, he stopped when a hand caught his arm. He turned around, somewhat puzzled by the boy’s action. He was the one, after all, who disliked touching. They merely stared at each other for a few seconds without saying anything.
“Well?”
Connor let his arm go quickly, as if he had just realized what he was doing and it burned. The boy walked back two steps and put his white hood back in place. Without saying a word, he disappeared in the crowd (impossible to climb houses with those pants, most likely). The behaviour was strange but even more so was the fact that he hadn’t mind. While not as touch-phobic as his son, Haytham wasn’t exactly fond of it either. Lee was particular good in antagonizing him with his hands. He was a master touch in every way and even if he liked the man, his patience was always put to the test when around him.
Without thinking too much about it, he adjusted his cape and decided to go back to the nearest inn. He had to return to Boston in the following morning after all and sleep was all he wanted right now.
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I hope I’ll get to write part 2 soon, but it appears you’ll have to be patient dear anon. I’m busy with work during the week and I usually only have time to write during the weekends, but I’ll see if I can have it up by next weekend! I’m thinking about 3 parts total, but it could end up shorter or longer since I’m horrible with planning. uwu I have the basic plot down but I’m thinking about how to fit sexy tiems in here~ I might have to cut it down to the bare minimum sadly. To make it up for it, I promise some good UST in the next part, hohoho. Also, sorry if there was any blatant mistake in there, English is not my first language.
Re: Satahonhsatat (Listen) - Part 1
(Anonymous) 2012-12-02 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)Let OP LOVE YOU!!
(Anonymous) 2012-12-03 12:20 am (UTC)(link)You managed to hit OP's wish!!;w; Opera house, naive Connor and Haytham being amused by it? Absolutely beautiful /sniff.
Thank you author!anon! Of course OP can wait! OP is just so happy someone decided to fill this. <3<3<3 It's okay. OP's first language is not English either lol. Thank you so muchhh OP will just now... wait... right here in the dark...<3
Re: Satahonhsatat (Listen) - Part 1
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(Anonymous) 2012-12-11 05:05 am (UTC)(link)Anyway, thank you so much for the adorable reviews! ;w; Really, they mean a lot to me and I love you all so much so I’ll just stop talking so you can read the rest. *cries happy tears*
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If Connor had been troubled that his first time in the Opera House would leave him uneasy, he certainly was not prepared for the Christmas play. People came in and out of every single door and opening they could possibly find around, cornering him, asphyxiating him. He had so grossly underestimated this place he now found himself looking everywhere to try and get out of people’s way without touching them, which seemed almost an impossible task with the clothes he had been gently forced by Achilles to wear again. The place was crowded with all sort of people he could find in the streets of New York; the high class - numerous small groups of fancy people trying to impress; the average person - an even grander number of people that still dressed adequately well and mixed easily with the wealthy lot; and the lucky ones - poor people who had been blessed with winning tickets over bets, had stolen from someone else, or casually found lost tickets on the way.
It was amazing he still got surprised by the confining crowd when he should have known that this was a special occasion all sort of people would not miss for anything. He had his own different beliefs, but had learned from Achilles that christianity represented a large portion of the colonies and thus, most people would try to attend to such festivities.
By his side, Haytham didn’t seem to mind much, probably already used to it. He had given his hat at the entrance (and Connor followed the example by removing his own hood), but they both retained their own capes in an attempt to hide their garments since Church would recognize them easily. The less suspicion they could attract the better.
They stood behind the curved stairs where less people walked by so they could talk without being troubled by others. Connor’s father seemed uncharacteristically anxious.
“I apologize, I could not find his cabin. We’ll have to look for him when it starts.” Hickey had been sent to the villa they believed Church was hiding in to look for the tickets in his personal items and find out the cabin number. However they were nowhere to be find. It was a possibility he hadn’t counted on and it was disgraceful.
“If there is no other choice.” Connor muttered matter of factly, but seemed annoyed by it. The less time he spent looking for the man, the more time he could invest in stalking him to learn about the missing goods.
“It’s starting, let’s go before the doors get too cramped for us to pass.”
Connor took notice of the hand across his shoulder guiding him inside and sighed. Even if he tried to shake it off Haytham would probably just grab him even tighter and tell him to stop being so uncooperative, so he pretended not to care (something he would get better at an astounding rate if Haytham keeped it up).
As soon as they were in the main room, he closed his eyes for a second before opening them again to a dark room. A serene glow danced around the people making them shine in the dark filled room. There were no results, unfortunately, as it seems Church wasn’t in any cabins yet. Just then a thought occurred to him and he turned to face his father.
“What if he’s here? In the crowd I mean, not in the cabins.”
“That would be impossible.” They entered a row in the far back, hoping not to raise attention when they had to get up in the middle of the play. “If he’s in a large group to talk he’ll need a cabin for privacy. You can’t talk with everyone when they’re all standing in a row, you wouldn’t be able to reach the person on the far side. He’ll be in one of the cabins, undoubtedly.”
Connor still had his doubts, but said no more since his arguments were logical.
At least the curtains were raised and the lights behind their row were put out. Connor tried his ability again. It was faint, but the last cabin on the left side, the one closest to the stage, was definitely glowing in gold tones. Haytham nodded to show him that he knew of it as well.
Without saying a word they got up and made their way out of their row, silently apologizing for the inconvenience to other spectators. They walked to the far back where they could not be seen and Haytham motioned for them to stop.
“This is bad, I don’t see a way up unless we climb the cabins, but that will attract too much attention in this small space.”
Small?! Connor screamed in his mind, but let it go. On his side there was a small breezes coming in. When he approached he noticed that all windows (and really big ones) were partially open to let in the cool air. He pushed one of them so he could pass through and climbed on top of it. Then he turned around and hanged outside.
“If we can’t get there from the inside, let’s go from the outside.”
Haytham didn’t seem to enjoy the idea, and if the hands he put around himself to protect him from the upcoming cold were any sign, he was starting to believe the old man wasn’t very fond of winter. There was no other way though, even Haytham could see that, so he didn’t say anything about it.
Climbing proved a lot harder than Connor had anticipated with the pants he was wearing. Cursing them inwardly, he attempted to grab on another window slowly. His father was certainly going to get back at him for this later, but there wasn’t much he could do about it. He had to go up slowly and nicely, making sure he wouldn’t stretch his legs too far apart. Thankfully the second floor wasn’t too far up.
Haytham climbed through the open window first. When he promptly offered Connor a hand, he simply ignored it and climbed through the parapet himself. He would not let a stupid article of clothing stop him from performing his duty objectively (it may have damaged his lower regions more than he intended to, but at least his pride as an assassin was intact).
The hallways on the upper floor were pleasantly empty as the few people on it were inside their cabins behind closed doors. Without saying a word, Haytham started walking in Church’s direction with Connor following closely behind. There was a pretty big number of closed doors before they finally reached the last one.
The young assassin approached the door in the hopes of pressing his ear against it to listen in their conversation, but before he could take another step his father placed a hand on his chest, stopping him on his tracks.
“Wait.”
For a moment there was only silence. Connor didn’t want to question him as he knew he had a good reason to stop, but after nothing happened for a good amount of time, he opened his mouth to protest. However once again he was stopped and Haytham quickly closed his other hand against his mouth and dragged him to the last room in the hallway. It seemed like a small warehouse leading to the backstage with lots of empty wooden boxes piled one on top of the other. The smell of rust and mold made him twitch his nose. As soon as the door was closed Connor started again.
“Care to explain?”
“They’re coming out, let’s go backstage.”
No sooner had Haytham finished saying that, Connor heard the door of the room on their side - Church’s cabin - open. He didn’t waste another second. Running to the back of the room, he opened the door and looked around. The place was unbelievably dark and messy. Three steps in and he had hit his shoulder against something. But there was no time to complain or see what it was so he just kept moving forward.
Then something caught his attention. There was a dim light coming from the stage, probably, just above him. Up there stood wooden catwalks that crossed all over the backstage, some of them continuing to the cramped warehouse they were just in.
“I have an idea.” He murmured to Haytham and tugged at his elbow. Then without warning, jumped to the wall, grabbing onto a an iron bar. Reaching the catwalks was not problem. Looking down he noticed his father did the same.
The problem was space, as the wooden bars were too narrow to let them both stand side by side. Connor had to move to the side to let Haytham get up on it. And just in time, as it seems the moment Haytham finished climbing they heard a door opening and, a few seconds later, the closing sound.
“They’re in the previous room.”
Connor nodded and started walking in the direction he came from. Soon enough he was face to face with a wall. At his feet a ray of light illuminated the space slightly due to a small opening between the wall and the wooden bar he stood on. He could probably see who was on the other side if he leaned down and peered inside, but given that whoever was there had apparently lit a candle, he would end up being discovered. It didn’t matter though, he just needed to listen and the small opening provided that well enough, so he leaned against the wall as much as possible.
Behind him a small pressure against his back and a low breathing on his neck told him Haytham was none too pleased to be left behind. Connor quickly looked over his shoulder, hoping his death glare would tell his father to back down and don’t push too much, but the man promptly ignored him, seemingly too interested in listening to the individuals in the other room. When he was about to lift an arm to push him, a voice could be heard and he completely forgot about the man pinning him against the wall.
With his right ear pressed against the wall Connor could hear them well enough. He couldn’t remember Church’s voice that clearly, given their one brief encounter, but he was sure it was him. The other man he didn’t know, but Haytham had explained everything about the aristocrats the man had become acquainted with and he was sure it was one of them talking to Church.
Nevertheless, much to Connor’s disappointment, no talk about the stolen goods were mentioned. They waited and waited and according to haytham, who knew the play enough to know which part was currently going on stage, they had stood there for at least twenty minutes. Yet everything he learned from Church was that he was buying a nice villa somewhere around the Frontier, his new clinic was to be erected in Philadelphia and that some of the men involved with the investments still had to be 100% convinced that Church would take care of the job accordingly and bring profits to their wallets.
“By the way,” as there was nothing interesting to hear, Haytham turned slightly towards Connor, his nose almost brushing against his son’s ear. “You never told me what it is that we are looking for.” Silence. “I believe that if I’m to help you, the least you could do was tell me what it is I’m supposed to look for.”
“We.” he corrected. “Stolen provisions. They were to be delivered straight to the battlefield, but only a small portion arrived.”
“Really Connor?” resisting the urge to roll his eyes, his hands clenched tightly against the wall. “You’re making me go through all this, wasting my time and risking my order, so that Washington’s men can have decent food on their tables and enough gunpowder for a battle that they will surely lose?”
At this, Connor turned his face furiously, looking at him straight in the eye.
“You’re welcome to leave at any moment.”
An audible sigh was heard from the man standing behind him.
“I suppose, but you wouldn’t let me kill Church in peace, now would you? Guess I have no other choice after all.”
“Then stop complaining.”
Haytham opened his mouth to retaliate once more, but closed it immediately after Washington’s name was heard. Connor tensed and pressed his ear against the wall even harder. Behind him he could feel his father’s chest pressing firmly against his back, but he was too interested in the conversation to care.
The whole thing was a lot bigger mess than Connor anticipated. According to Benjamin Church, the provisions had been safely stationed and hidden in the Frontier. It was to be moved in two days to the port, where the thief would eagerly sell them to the british army, killing two birds with a stone. Washington’s men would go wary due to the lack of supplies while the redcoats would thrive with them.
It made Connor’s blood boil. His fists clenched against the wall and he had to keep telling himself Church would be killed as soon as he retrieved the goodies.
Suddenly two hands covered his own clenched fists. Looking over his shoulder, Haytham didn’t look up from his feet, as if he could see both men on the other side through the tiny hole at the base of the wall.
“Just a little bit more and he will never have the chance to steal again.”
Was his father trying to cheer him up?
For a moment Connor relaxed. He wondered if Church had done something more to Haytham and his circle than just spread rumours about the templars. He seemed about as angry as Connor himself was. Slowly he nodded and turned around, pushing Haytham back as he did.
They walked back through the wooden catwalk and down. When they heard the door from the other room close, they want back to the room Church had just been in.
“If the supplies are still in the Frontier than I can find it easily. But it’s sure to be heavily guarded.” Connor brought a hand to his chin, pondering what to do.
“Well then.” Haytham exclaimed proudly, a coy smile adorning his face. Whenever he did that, Connor knew he had something in mind and that was usually not a good idea. “Let’s just wait for the supplies to be less guarded.”
His eyes pressed tighter, as if trying to understand his father’s plan, with no success.
“If Church’s going to sell those to the redcoats, he can’t bring them to Philadelphia,” Because that’s where Washington is right now, Connor completed the sentence in his head. “Boston would be a safer place, less bureaucracy, easier to blend in with the cargo in the port. What a clever bastard.” Haythem had been pacing around, but stopped to stare at Connor. “Let him move the cargo. He will surely hold a party to celebrate the new investment - and the New Year, of course. He won’t have to worry about it inside the city, which means less guards. And it’s not like I can’t send in a few of my own men either.”
Slowly Connor’s eyes widened as he started to understand where all this was going.
“With Church distracted in his own party,” he started.
“We can send our men to retrieve them.” Haytham smiled proudly. “Let us go to Church’s party.”
“He will recognize us.”
The older man walked towards Connor, making him flinch a little and be aware of their proximity. Haytham’s arms went over his shoulders and unlaced his hair. With the tip of his fingers, he combed through his hair, a weird sensation that made Connor shiver. When it was done, his father walked back two steps and stared, then undid his own ponytail, fixing his own hair quickly.
“Now he won’t.” It was risky and Connor still seemed to doubt it would work. “It will be our best chance at trying to get rid of Church permanently.”
Perhaps Haytham’s ideas weren’t so bad when they didn’t go against Connor’s own plans. With a firm stare, he nodded and let Haytham guide him out of the Opera House. They still had much to discuss until then.
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Oh shit, this is getting bigger than expected. I intended for part three to be the last, but I’m afraid I’ll have to write more, oops.
Re: Satahonhsatat (Listen) - Part 2
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(Anonymous) 2012-12-28 07:22 pm (UTC)(link)Satahonhsatat (Listen) - Part 3a
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In the week following the events at the Opera House, Haytham spent most of his time planning his next mission thoroughly. Everything had to be perfectly detailed and thought out. As such, Connor will have to attend the party without him. He will be there, but he can’t risk being seen by Church or his men, so he’ll have to hide and infiltrate the place without being seen. All their target’s ever seen of the Assassin was his hood, so he should be fine if dressed formally and with his hair untied (perhaps an unnecessary touch, but better safe than sorry, Haytham decides). He will have a woman accompany Connor, perhaps one of the girls Hickey likes to hang out with, but he could think about that later.
If Johnson had been alive, he would send him to help Connor’s assistants to retrieve the goods, but thanks to the Assassin himself, Johnson is no more. He debated whether to send Lee instead, but decided against it. Surely the recruits can do the job by themselves and Haytham’s protégé is too busy to lend a hand at the time. It would be best not to disturb him as things stand.
With a dip pen firmly held in one hand, he unscrolled a map of the area on the table. Two recruits would guard and take care of the posted guards around the perimeter. The others will take the carts out and hide them in a hidden hut outside the city - Haytham will provide them that much.
As for Connor’s companion...
Haytham looked to the side of the burning candle. The green amulet reflected the light when he took it in his hands. Perhaps he knew just who to call.
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The days passed by fast. Soon it was already the last day of December. As imagined, the cargo had been moved to the port, as confirmed by one of his men. He anticipated Church being less strict with the cargo - it was, after all, hidden amongst other cargo, like hiding a tree in a forest, but he never expected carelessness. Two guards only made rounds around the area, and they were poorly equipped with old muskets and no appropriate clothing. Well, it only made things easier for them, so he didn’t complain.
As soon as the sun hid in the horizon Haytham stepped outside the Green Dragon to find his carriage ready to go and Connor standing beside it. He was wearing different clothes this time (he couldn’t have Connor complaining about the tightness in the middle of an important mission). They were lighter, with less layers of clothing, which would make moving and climbing around easier. Less details suchs as embroidery and fancy buttons also allowed for discretion, which would be very important in making him as imperceptible as possible in front of Church. His hair was, as planned before, down to his shoulders. All that and the man standing in front of him still looked damn fine, which made him feel a bit narcissistic about it. Shaking his head slightly, he opened the door to the carriage, coming in first and motioning for his son to come in.
The road to the mansion was mostly quiet, though Haytham still explained a few things - like how Connor would be accompanied by a woman and how he would avoid entering the house so as not to get discovered. His son didn’t seem to enjoy neither ideas very well, given how his shoulders became tense and his eyes narrowed to show his disdain. There were no verbal complaints however, so Haytham ignored his body language.
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The first thing Connor noticed after they arrived was that the land was big enough and there were already many guests strolling through the well lit yard, but the mansion itself was a small two-story house. The carriage left them a little farther from the area so that they wouldn’t risk his father’s cover. As Haytham motioned for the back of the site, he followed. There was a small, frail and unguarded wooden door at the back, which Haytham quickly managed to unlock. Connor made to enter, but his father blocked his way with a hand.
“Watch.”
It didn’t take long for a woman dressed in green to show up from the side of the mansion and head to the back door of the house. Two guards looked her up and down, but did not let her in. Despite that, she simply nodded and kept smiling.
“Good evening gentlemen. I just wanted to talk to one of the slaves preparing tonight’s food, since he used to be mine before we sold him.” At that she waved to someone past the guards, but they couldn’t see whom from the distance.
The guards looked at each other before one of them nodded and let her pass. As soon as she did, they went back to their positions looking outside. They never saw her turn on her heels and stab both from behind. They fell silently on the ground.
That was the cue, it seemed, for Haytham started walking towards her immediately. When they approached her, she nodded to his father before turning to him and he immediately recognized her.
“It’s good to see you again, brother Connor.”
It took Connor a while to remember her name, though it was probably because he was trying so hard to understand why she was here.
“You are Aveline?”
She nodded with a smile.
“Oh, you two know each other?” Haytham looked from one to the other.
“Yes, we met on a mission to New York about a month ago.” She replied.
“Excellent, then I believe the two of you will--”
“Why do you know each other?” Connor asked angrily, not even caring that his father glared at him for the interruption. Something about it just didn’t feel right.
“Aveline was accepted into the order a few days ago.”
For a second, Connor didn’t really believe what he had just heard. When it dawned on him, he somehow managed to keep his composure, but it was hard to swallow. He glanced at Aveline who didn’t seem ashamed of it and was already talking with Haytham about tonight’s plan. Maybe he could talk to her about it later.
“Very well then, you’d best get inside and start looking for Church.” With that, he jumped up the walls surrounding the area and from there, made a higher jump towards the roof.
Connor looked at Aveline again as they moved inside. So many things went through his mind at the moment. Why did she defect? Why was he not informed of it, or for that matter, why didn’t anyone else inside the brotherhood realize it? What made her leave the brotherhood in the first place?
“Connor?” She seemed more puzzled than annoyed that he glared so fiercely.
“Why did you leave us? Why join the templars?”
Then something he did not expect happened - she chuckled. Not in a mocking way, but it still felt weird to him.
“Well, a lot of things happened since our mission together. In a sense, it was the consequence of that mission. When I returned to New Orleans I found out my stepmother was a Templar. She convinced me to join.”
It did not sate his curiosity. In fact it did not answer anything.
They made their way through the kitchen’s entrance to a corridor. It was empty save for one or two slaves that entered one of the many doors in the place. When Connor believed no one was in earshot, he pressed further.
“Why? You didn’t seem unhappy with the brotherhood when we met. What did she say that made you change your mind?”
Aveline frowned at that and avoided eye contact by looking at the end of the corridor. “One thing is not related to the other. It’s not that I was unhappy with the brotherhood. She needed me here, so I entered the order, that’s all there is to it.”
“And are you happy now?”
As they moved further down the corridor, just before reaching the main hall, Aveline turned to him with a sad smile. “I believe no one related to the order, or the brotherhood, is truly ever happy. But I can say that I am... content. Being here, that is.”
There was one more thing Connor wanted to ask her, but just thinking about it made him fear the answer. Are we enemies now? First his father, now a former brother. How many close to him would he have to fight on his way to freedom? In the end, would it be worth it?
The hall was lit by a big, central chandelier with two other smaller ones hanging upstairs. While most guests were chatting in the yard, a few were inside already, drinking a white liquor he didn’t recognize. As if they could read each other’s minds, Connor glanced at her and she nodded before they both activated their skills. It was faint, but there was definitely a small, golden trail leading upstairs. Aveline took his arm and they walked towards the stairs as quietly as possible.
“Church is probably in his chambers preparing to greet the guests.”
Connor nodded. To the people in the hall they seemed like a couple and that wouldn’t attract any attention. He was surprised by the fact that the second floor was completely unguarded and poorly lit, which made it perfect for the kill. Haytham wasn’t kidding, his target was so greedy he didn’t even spare any money for additional protection.
The corridor was dark, but there was a warm light coming from one of the last doors on the left side. Aveline went ahead and he followed closely from behind. Reaching the open door, they hid on either side and peered inside. There was no mistaking it, Church was there, completely vulnerable, sitting in front of a desk as he wrote something.
Once again they looked at each other, before nodding and heading inside. Aveline stopped in the middle of the room and gestured for Connor to continue. He did so and after he got close enough, Church finally noticed the shadow cast upon him and turned around.
“I let you escape the last time. I won’t make the same mistake again.”
The hidden blade met Church’s neck before he could say anything in return. He lowered the man down to the ground and put both of his hands on his chest.
“We should leave before anyone notice he’s taking too long to come down.” Aveline said already marching towards the door.”
“Aveline.” Connor got up and looked at her straight in the eye. His next words came so naturally he surprised himself. “Why is it that your stepmother’s words swayed you to the order, yet my father’s didn’t have the same effect on me?”
There was a long pause but neither broke eye contact.
“I’m sorry, I’m afraid I cannot answer your question. But I can say this - when I was in the brotherhood, my mentor, Agaté, told me: where men blindly follow the truth, remember nothing is true.”
Connor immediately recognized the words Achilles had taught him long ago.
“I don’t think it would be a good idea for you to join the order, Connor, nor is it my intention to convince you we are right. You obviously belong where you are. But the Templars’ way of thinking isn’t wrong either. I admit I don’t agree entirely with the way Haytham runs the order, but if I want to change that, then I need to stay to change it from within. Maybe you just need to open your eyes too.”
No more words were exchanged as they left the building.
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Connor could almost hear Haytham tapping his foot in impatience when they approached the carriage. His father nearly rolled his eyes after spotting them.
“Thank God, I thought you’d keep me waiting here the entire night.”
There was no response from Connor, but Aveline smiled a bit as she replied.
“It is done, Haytham. Church is gone.”
He nodded in satisfaction. “I also bear good news. I was just informed your lot” he gestured towards Connor “have already crossed the frontier with the caravan containing the stolen cargo.” With that said, the Assassin seemed a bit more at ease. He turned towards Aveline. “If you hurry you should catch them just outside. Make sure to keep them out of trouble and lead them to the marked place.”
“At once.” She bowed quickly and went off.
“I should go with her.”
“You can join them in the morning. For the time being, why don’t you come with me? Given how successful this truce of ours was, I was hoping we could make further plans.”
Despite the apparent sincerity in his father’s voice, Connor snickered.
“What other plans? This truce of yours was just until we got rid of that thief. He’s gone now, and there are no more reasons for us to stick together.”
“Don’t be like that.” Haytham opened the door to the carriage and motioned for his son to get inside. “There’s no reason to end such a good partnership either.”
Connor wanted to say something, anything to counter that, but he would be a fool not to listen to him. He hated to admit it, but his father was right. Against his will, his feet dragged him inside the carriage. Soon after Haytham was inside and he couldn’t really tell, but he was sure that his father was sitting too close, with his leg touching his own, but made no comments about it.
On the way towards whatever inn Haytham was spending the night, Aveline’s words ringed inside his head. He never thought about leaving the brotherhood and the mere thought of it made him shake his head. But truth be told, he didn’t want to leave his father’s side either. Was it really possible for an Assassin and a Templar to work together?
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Satahonhsatat (Listen) - Part 3b
(Anonymous) 2013-01-05 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)Haytham removed his cape, hat and jacket, folding everything into perfect squares and depositing it on top of the chair. Connor did the same, with less care and just slumped everything together on top of it, making Haytham twist his nose in disapproval.
“So how was the dance?” Haytham tried a small talk as he removed his boots.
“What dance?”
Haytham stopped what he was doing to stare at his son.
“What do you mean what dance? Don’t tell me you went to such a nice party with a wonderful woman, took God only knows how long to kill a single man, and didn’t even try to dance?”
He noticed Connor shifting his weight around.
“Unbelievable. Please tell me Achilles at least taught you that much?” The way Connor hunched his shoulders was all the response he needed. Sighing in defeat, he got up from the bed and threw the boots to the side. Then he opened his arms. “Come.”
“What?”
“You need to learn how to dance.”
Connor instinctively took a step back.
“I do not! What does it have to do with anything?”
“I can’t believe I’m hearing this.” Tired of waiting, Haytham moved ahead and grabbed him by the wrists. He tried as best he could in order not to be forceful, as he knew it would only help scare the boy. Slowly he guided him to the middle of the room. “I promise not to step on your foot.” He said mockingly, but regretted it when Connor tried pulling away. “Just... follow me.”
Haytham put Connor’s left hand on his shoulder and took the other on his own. With his free hand, he rested it on his hip and pulled him closer. Without saying anything more, he took a step to the side. Connor looked down at his own feet, almost nervously, trying to mimic everything he did. He could almost hear his heart beating so fast, but smiled fondly. It brought back memories of when he took his first dancing lesson. He was only nine, and so nervous he could swear he would die from a heart attack.
Connor often glanced up at him before looking down again. He was taking it more seriously than Haytham gave him credit for.
“Connor, try to relax. And don’t look down. You have to look in your partner’s eyes when you dance.”
“If I do that I’ll step on your foot.”
“Everyone does that the first time. I’m sure I can survive it.”
It took him awhile, but Connor slowly lifted his head and looked at him. It was a start. They took a few more turns and still danced perfectly.
“See? No smashed feet. You’re doing well.”
Despite the dim light, now so close to his son’s face he noticed something he never had before (probably because he wore the hood all the time). Haytham opened his mouth to say something, but the words did not come out. He tried again and it came out no louder than a whisper.
“You have your mother’s eyes.”
“My people used to say the same thing.”
“I can’t believe I never noticed it.”
They slowed down, but did not stop. Haytham’s hand slid from Connor’s hip to his back, and he applied some pressure to pull the boy even closer until their chests touched. It was a strange feeling, the mood inside the room, but neither he nor his son seemed uncomfortable by it. He was once hypnotized by that stare years ago and it was happening again now. He brought his head forward, only to be stopped by the absurdity of it all. Reality sank in. There was no way he just tried kissing his own--
Connor moved forward and closed the gap between them. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion, so they stopped moving altogether. Haytham brought one hand to his neck while Connor’s hands tugged at the hem of his undershirt.
The kiss, however, was very different from the one he shared with her. She had been demanding, controlling, guiding him. Connor was more stiff and he had to be the one guiding this time around. He didn’t mind though, it was a nice change of pace.
But both times, he decided, felt way too good.
Despite that, he broke the kiss but did not move away. Still dizzy from what just happened, he licked his lips and slowly opened his eyes.
“What did you do?” He whispered, still feeling Connor’s breathing on his lips.
“You started it.”
Haytham closed his eyes again and chuckled. “I suppose.” He motioned his head towards the beds. “Let’s just go to sleep.”
But before he could even say anything, Connor pushed him back and walked towards one of the beds. He grabbed it from underneath and dragged it away from the wall and towards the other bed. When he couldn’t move any further he went to the other side and pushed it the rest of the way, turning both beds into a big one.
Without saying anything, Connor came in his direction, grabbed him by the arm and nearly threw him on one side of the bed. Blowing the candle, he crawled to the other side and pulled the covers over both of them.
“Connor...”
“Make no mistake, this is just so we can share the heat.”
Pretending he believe that, Haytham simply nodded and pulled him closer. Two could play this game.
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Sorry there’s no smexiness yet. ;u; As a matter of fact, when it does come, it might be a bit rushed because I’m horrible at writing porn, haha. *flees*
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