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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5

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As exhausted as he was, Haytham couldn't sleep.

There was constricting pain in his chest, like coil of sharp wire that seemed to tighten whenever he moved, whenever he breathed. He lay in the bed in the room Connor had shown him to, staring at the ceiling, willing sleep to come and steal him away from the pain, if only for a short time.

He had become complacent in his illness. Before this, he wouldn't have wanted to sleep. He would have kept his guard up, refused to sleep in the home territory of the enemy he had been fighting for so long. Now... now that enemy was his son, and his days were not so likely to end at an Assassin's blade, but a far more shameful, tortured death.

It was really rather tiresome.

Finally he gave up on any hope of sleep, sitting up and getting off of the bed. He had at least been wary enough to sleep in his clothes, minus the sodden cloaks and coat that hung downstairs to dry. He crept to the door, and slowly eased it open. After surveying the hall to make sure there was no one about, he padded out into the hallway.

The Davenport manor showed careful care, in every aspect of its furnishing. In a brief moment of foolish sentimentality he thought it rather reminded him of all things his son controlled. Whatever the boy's flaws, Haytham would not begrudge the fact that he put his utmost effort into whatever project came along. Be that repairing the tumbledown old manor that the Davenport homestead had once been, or hunting down every single on of Haytham's associates.

He really should have killed Davenport a long time ago. Perhaps if he had- but no, there was no time to bother with perhaps and recollections. He did not have the luxury of second-guessing his course, when now he had no time nor strength to alter it.

Haytham walked down the staircase, wary of every creak of the stairs. He reached for that sixth sense that had aided him since childhood, scanning the foyer below. There was a faint glow from a room to the right. He reached the base of the stairs and peered in for the source of the glow. Connor was slumped at the desk that stood in the center of the room, asleep over what looked like a trade ledger. Edging closer, Haytham could make out sums and stores recorded, as well as the goods sent.

A flicker of pride ignited in his chest, over this small symbol of sophistication. Ziio, or perhaps Davenport, had educated his son well. He preferred to think the former.

It was obvious Connor had tried to stay up to make sure Haytham didn't get into any important information. Haytham smiled wryly, and noted Connor was still in the soaked, mudstained clothes he had trudged all the way from Boston in. He shook his head, scanning the room before his eyes alighted on an old blanket, draped over a chair. He picked it up and tucked it lightly around Connor's shoulders, so the boy wouldn't take ill and die before Haytham. That would rather defeat his purpose to coming to the manor.

Still wide awake, Haytham explored the rest of the house. He found a candlebra that was affixed to the wall rather oddly, and was about to fiddle with it to try to ascertain its purpose, but when he reached up his fingers were trembling too hard to examine the fixture. The coils of iron around his chest seemed to pull tight, and he started to cough. He muffled the sound with his sleeve, but the coughing didn't cease.

He had to lean against the wall to support himself, his legs suddenly having failed their simple tasks of keeping him upright. Still he coughed, barely able to get a breath in, until he could taste the tang of iron in his mouth, and blood dripped from his lips.

For a delirious second he thought someone must have come up behind him and stabbed him in the back, for the agonizing pain that pulsed from his chest. How many time had he inflicted such injuries without a second thought, watching the blood bubble from his victims' mouths as they spoke their last? He had overcome the fear of that end long before. But this...

Suddenly someone was at his side. He could hear the questions in that harsh, demanding tone, even pick up the worry buried deep beneath the outwards spite, but understanding the words was beyond him. A fact which was deeply irritating, as he had always had a good grasp of linguistics...

He realized he was on his knees on the floor, still gasping, gasping like a man whose throat had been slit in two, and that familiar figure had a hold of his shoulders, shaking him, trying to ask him something. He stared into the boy's wide, dark eyes, and they reminded him of someone else, a long time ago. She had always chided him for foolishness, overconfidence. Arrogance... ruthlessness...

Lost in these thoughts he barely noticed the boy, flickering red and blue against the darkness closing in.

Ahh, that last sentence! Perfection.

I love this so much, even though it sometimes hurts to read it. Poor Haytham. :'(

Thank you! I'm glad you like it enough to be emotionally invested :D

This is lovely, anon! I can't wait to see more of it. :)

Thanks, I'll put more up soon!

i'll just
wait here then

Anon has me hooked.

Oh my goodness this is wonderful, more to come I hope?

nooooo!!! this should be continue. don't leave us hanging T_T

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