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FILL 22/?
(Anonymous) 2012-12-20 06:23 pm (UTC)(link)Also, nice(ish) things happen to Connor! Finally! I enjoyed writing this much more than the previous few parts.
Connor is good at hiding his thoughts and feelings. If Haytham hadn't known what had happened to him, hadn't planned it, hadn't been watching for those sparks of fear and revulsion in his eyes, he probably wouldn't have realised how uncomfortable and afraid the boy had been.
Still, the fact he's been so pliant and obedient despite his trauma means that the plan is working perfectly. That isn't to say that the plan doesn't have downsides- Connor's sleep is far more restless than usual, harsh cries in whatever language he naturally spoke disturbing Haytham's slumber. He's sure he'll be bruised all over by the end of the week, the way Connor's limbs keep jerking and twitching while he is in the throes of a nightmare.
If all goes well, then a few weeks of disturbed sleep and extra bruising is a small price to pay.
Connor is barely half awake, face pressed into a pillow, trying and failing not to cry, to muffle his choking sobs. Haytham hadn't anticipated quite how tedious this part of the plan would be. To pick up the shattered pieces of Connor, to stick them back together in a shape far better for the Order... it would take time. Energy. Although, considering how quickly things had moved thus far, perhaps he would be fixed sooner than expected.
"Ssh," Haytham murmurs, stroking Connor's hair with one hand, pressing light, soothing kisses to his bared shoulders. "You're safe here."
It takes a while for Connor to drift back into sleep, Haytham's gentle whispers guiding him to rest.
...
He doesn't push Connor for anything more intimate than a kiss, and spends the next few days helping Connor move his things into his room, after their sparring sessions of course. Their nights are spent mostly on romance and gestures of affection.
Connor is the one to first bring up the matters of the Order and the Brotherhood, and does so as they take tea in the drawing room.
"I have been thinking," he begins. "The goals of our organisations are the same, aren't they? Peace. It is only our means to that end that is different."
"More or less," Haytham agrees. He pours another cupful of Earl Grey. "You favour chaos and freedom. We know the evils lurking inside men, and prefer control."
"And in this vision of the future of yours, where all are equal, that is due to a lack of freedom and free will?"
"How else could it happen? As much as I hate to admit it, even I have shortcomings and prejudices and faults. The only difference between myself and others is that I do not pretend such ideas are good or right."
Connor leans forward, intrigued and afraid. He brushes a few crumbs from his lips.
"What ideas do you speak of?"
Haytham sighs.
"I was brought up in a society that believes a person only has worth if they are a wealthy, white, educated man. I was taught to treat blacks as lesser, and women as objects. I know now such things are wrong, but when ideas like those have been ingrained in you from such a young age, it is hard to break out of those thoughts. It took me a long time to finally understand the suffering of those less fortunate than I, and longer still to see that we ought to be worth the same."
"So a part of you believes me to be a lesser human being than you because of the colour of my skin?" Connor looks horrified.
"No," Haytham says, quickly. "Nothing like that. I'm talking about society as a whole. I once thought that way, but some time ago I found myself working alongside your kind, and I was shown how wrong I was. Not a day goes by I am not thankful of that encounter."
"Tell me more," Connor says, making that intrigued face that lately has been Haytham's greatest weakness.
"Braddock."
Connor understands, and changes the subject. He averts his eyes, concentrating on spreading apricot preserve on a piece of toast.
"Hickey mentioned somebody else. Holden."
"Hickey should learn to keep his mouth shut," Haytham says, distastefully. Holden had been a loyal friend, one of the few truly good people in the world. He sighs, and starts to spin the story already planned. "Holden was one of the few Templars in my homeland not enthralled by Birch's selfish schemes. Did I tell you about Birch?"
Connor nods, swallowing his mouthful of toast.
"Head of the Order in the United Kingdom."
"Yes. Birch became corrupted. He needed to be stopped, lest his selfishness destroyed everything the Order had worked so hard for over the past millennia. Holden helped me. We became close. And then, after one night, we became more. The next day, we journeyed to Constantinople, to rescue some important people from the clutches of Coptic priests who'd kidnapped them. He was captured by eunuchs while saving me from them, allowing my escape with the hostages. While I managed to rescue him eventually, he was never the same again."
The bitterness in his voice and the pain in his expression are not false, and unlike most of his tales, this one is nearly true. He's always regretted not being able to save Holden from the Coptics. Not being able to save him from himself.
"He never let me touch him again. Not even a kiss. Do you know what a eunuch is?"
Connor shakes his head.
"Is it bad?"
Haytham laughs, sadly.
"It's very bad. They cut off--" He pauses, wets his throat with more tea. How to explain? "Even had he been so inclined, he couldn't have fucked me. Or anybody else, for that matter."
Connor's eyes widen in revulsion. Haytham had felt the same when he'd first seen those bloody, flat bandages where the curves of Holden's cock and balls ought to have been.
"I am sorry to hear that."
Haytham closes his eyes briefly and nods. He changes the subject.
"Why were you asking about the Order? Surely you know our goals already."
"I do," Connor starts fidgeting. "I just... wanted to be sure."
"Are you having second thoughts about the Brotherhood?"
Connor flinches, like he's been burnt.
"I..." Connor looks torn. "I am beginning to think that perhaps people are not as good nor as trustworthy as I once thought."
"Oh?" Haytham fixes him with his best 'please do continue' gaze.
"When I was younger, my village was burnt to the ground. And while the village was being burnt, Colonists stole from us and they... hurt our women. Intimately. And I had thought that those monsters were an exception. But even as I walk the streets of your 'civilised society', I see men beating their wives, and nobody stopping them. I see orphans starving, and nobody taking care of them. I see many injustices, all of them glossed over. If your vision of the future prevents these atrocities, then..."
"Then you'll join us?"
"I... perhaps." Connor looks guilty, biting a lip. "I don't know what I want to do any more."
"Don't fret," Haytham says. "You don't need to make any decisions right now."
He gets up, and walks around the table, crouching in front of Connor. He takes Connor's face in his hands, and kisses him deeply.
Connor seems a little happier after their chat. The plan is progressing smoothly.
...
Haytham glares at his reflection. He puts the newly sharpened, stropped razor on the table before him, and ties his hair back.
Today, Connor is going to attempt to teach him tree-climbing in the forested estate. There will be Templars masquerading as gardeners and groundsmen all over the place, just in case. It's a risk, letting Connor outside, though Haytham believes that the boy will be true to his word.
"I'm getting old," he murmurs. It's true. While he's by no means weak or feeble, he isn't at his prime. He's slower than he used to be, has so many aches and pains.
"Oh?" Connor says, wandering over to the dressing table. He puts his arms around Haytham's shoulders, gazing at their reflections. "I don't think so."
Haytham chuckles, and cranes his neck for a kiss. Connor obliges.
"You flatter me," Haytham says. "And you really need a shave."
Connor's smile drops, and he scowls.
"I hate shaving. My skin always itches afterwards."
"That just means you're not doing it right. Allow me."
Haytham rises from his chair, offering it to Connor. Connor sits down, looking reluctant. Thankfully, Haytham had finished shaving mere minutes earlier, so there's still some hot water in a nearby basin, and a still-fairly-hot towel on the dressing table. He drapes the towel on Connor's jaw, tilting his head backwards.
"Stay still."
Connor rolls his eyes and waits patiently as Haytham takes the small soap mug on the dressing table, and starts stirring up more lather with a soft brush dipped in the hot water basin. He only flinches slightly when Haytham starts applying the lather, pulling the towel from his skin.
Connor tenses visibly when Haytham starts scraping the soap and the stubble from his face. To the boy's credit, he's remarkably good at staying still. A good thing, in these situations. He's more careful with Connor's skin than his own, both because he does not want to damage such a beautiful face, and also because to hurt him even accidentally would likely slow the plan down.
Connor's brow furrows during the second pull, when Haytham shaves at a different angle. He taps his fingers in irritation during the third, at yet another different angle.
"Have patience, my love," Haytham murmurs, kissing his brow. He wipes off the remaining foam with a cold flannel, and gently rubs some of his own moisturising oil and cologne into Connor's skin.
"All done," he says, triumphantly, patting Connor on the shoulder. Connor looks a little surprised at how soft his jaw is when he gingerly touches his skin.
"Thank you," he says, awkwardly.
Haytham smiles, and starts whetting and stropping the razor again.
"Thank you for teaching me to climb," he replies.
Re: FILL 22/?
(Anonymous) 2012-12-20 07:27 pm (UTC)(link)I was wonder how doing this to Connor would change his view on the Templar cause, but this part cleared all the out in a jiffy, while making sense!
I'm thrilled to see this from Haytham's perspective and to see some nice things actually happen to Connor for once! No wonder you liked writing this more than the last few parts, must have been mentally exhausting.
Re: FILL 22/?
(Anonymous) 2012-12-20 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL 22/?
(Anonymous) 2012-12-20 08:23 pm (UTC)(link)Do I detect hints that Haytham is getting genuinely attached to Connor? (Having a weakness for his curiosity, thinking his face is beautiful, etc.) Which... really makes what he's actually doing all the more disturbing.
Re: FILL 22/?
(Anonymous) 2012-12-21 06:05 pm (UTC)(link)This chapter was much lighter reading than the past few, for which I am heartily grateful. It's like a "breather" from all the awful shit that's happened. Good on you for knowing when to break up bad stuff with not-so-bad stuff.
Loved the scene of Haytham shaving Connor. I thought it was adorable, and Haytham was so careful not to hurt him (though not for purely kind and loving reasons though...) And I'm looking forward to Haytham learning how to tree-run! I bet he'll be way worse at it then Connor. >:D
But Haytham's mind trickery is starting to affect Connor...and I'm also wondering what Hickey's up to...STAY STRONG CONNOR. ;-;