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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5
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"Until it comes time for me to join you."
(Anonymous) 2013-02-05 01:38 am (UTC)(link)I don't care what exactly happens during this meeting (no smut, though, please), I just want something that will make me cry and say aww at the same time.
Re: "Until it comes time for me to join you."
(Anonymous) 2013-02-06 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)OP
(Anonymous) 2013-02-07 12:56 am (UTC)(link)OP again
(Anonymous) 2013-02-07 12:58 am (UTC)(link)Re: OP again
(Anonymous) 2013-02-07 07:42 am (UTC)(link)Re: OP again
(Anonymous) 2013-02-08 02:41 am (UTC)(link)Homecoming (1/1)
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It was cold, almost like a blanket of snow wrapped itself around him, but he wasn't shivering.
Connor groaned as he slowly awoke, for a moment he was confused, where was the pain? He had been shot, hadn't he? Slowly, his eyes cracked open, sun shining brightly into them blinding him for a moment. Once his eyes had adjusted to the sun he opened them wider, taking in his surroundings. This wasn't Boston, It couldn't be, there were to many trees and not nearly enough buildings. He shifted, getting to his feet and beginning to walk down the road before him, knowing he had seen it before, but where? As he continued down the dirt road every building he passed became more and more familiar, yet he couldn't place them. He pushed forward, walking up the road until a large brick house came into view. Connor stared at it for a moment, finally realizing where he was, but how had he gotten back to Davenport? How could he have possibly gone from being in Boston to being here?
"Hello?" He asked as he stepped inside the house, knowing no response would come. No, not these days when the once warm, inviting home had only himself as it's resident. Connor shook his head before stepping back outside the house and heading towards the stables, the horses would need taking care of. For a moment he paused, staring down at the horse waiting patiently by the hitching post. Although familiar it certainly was not one of his horses, but yet there it stood, as if it belonged there and always had. With a shrug of his shoulders Connor quickly made his way over to the mare, stroking her neck with a small smile.
"What are you doing here?" He asked as he reached up and stroked the mare's forelock.
"Well, I figured it was about time someone gave her a proper grooming." Connor jumped slightly as he heard a voice from his past approach him. "Now step aside, I have a lot of work to do boy."
Connor almost laughed as he reached forwards and embraced the old man.
"Connor, release me this instant I have work to do." Achilles demanded with a slight smile. "It's as though you haven't groomed my horse once since I've been away."
"Achilles, you are alive, how?" Connor asked as he released the old man.
"Alive? No."
"Then I am..." Connor paused for a moment unsure how to feel, he was dead, but he felt alive, he felt happy, he felt. "I see."
"How has everything been since I've been away?" Achilles asked as he ran a brush over the horse's coat.
"Charles Lee is dead, the Templars are left without a leader and our order is growing stronger each day." he told the old man as he went back to stroking the mare's forelock.
"That is good news," Achilles paused his brushing, looking up into the forest for a moment before turning towards Connor. "And the homestead?"
Connor shrugged, not daring to move farther than he had to from Achilles's side in fear that he might disappear. "Warren and Prudence are trying for a second child and Myriam and Norris are expecting already, it is astounding how fast the homestead is really growing."
Achilles smiled lightly as he brushed some mud off his horse. "And the assassins?"
Connor hummed lightly as he watched the older man groom the horse. "Stephane has become a master assassin in your absence, he assists greatly with the order and is constantly helping us expand and grow. I know the order will be in good hands with him there, with my passing he will surely be the one to take my place. the others respect him and he is firm in his conviction to our creed."
"Go on.." Achilles mumbled, gently encouraging the younger man to continue.
"I.... am worried for Clipper, he is strong willed but he does not always think out his plans. He wishes to be like me, but," Connor smiled as he stared at his mentor. "I do not wish to see him act so foolishly."
Achilles shook his head, letting out a small stream of chuckles. "I can see where you would worry about that, you always were a bit brash, not to mention a thorn in my side." For a moment Achilles turned to look at the assassin by his side. "However, I would not trade those moments for anything."
"Nor would I, Old Man." Connor stated light heartedly.
Achilles nodded briefly, turning back towards his horse and the task at hand, "You have a visitor."
"Ratonhnhaké:ton..." Connor quickly turned on his heel, as he heard a voice he never thought he'd hear again.
"Mother..." He began as he took a step towards her, almost afraid she would disappear if he got to close, she looked just like he remembered.
"My... look how big you've gotten," She said softly as she walked forward and pressed a hand to his cheek. With that he reached forward and wrapped his arms around her tightly, burying his face into her neck.
"I have missed you." He mumbled into her shoulder as he held her tightly.
"Well, this time I'm not going anywhere." she told him as she rubbed small circles into his back soothingly, "I promise."
When he finally pulled back he smiled at her, his eyes slightly red.
"Achilles has told me about what you have done, being an assassin, the people you've killed," She paused sparing Connor a glance as he looked away sheepishly, "and the people you've saved, the people whose lives you've changed and made better."
Achilles turned slightly as he brushed out the horses mane, watching the mother and son have their moment with a smile.
"Mother, I-"
"It's okay Ratonhnhaké:ton," She began with a smile, "I am proud of you."
"As am I." Connor froze as he looked past his mother, watching as his father walked towards them. "An interesting place to chose to spend your afterlife I must admit." Haytham said as he joined them, wrapping an arm around Ziio's waist. Connor bristled slightly at his father's forwardness before his mother elbowed his father in the stomach.
"I'm still mad at you." She snapped at him sharply, Haytham smiled as he placed a hand to his now sore gut.
"Give it time," He said with a wink, turning away from Ziio to face his son.
"What are you doing here?" Connor asked slowly, hand resting on his tomahawk.
"That's a rather redundant question isn't it? After all you are the one who killed me." Haytham said as he placed his arms behind his back. "If you really must know, I'm here to make amends. To perhaps be a better father to you in this life than I was in the last." Connor nodded slowly as he watched his father carefully.
Quickly hobbling over Achilles placed a hand on Connor's shoulder. "Connor, Thank you for returning to bother this old fool once more." He began with a slightly somber smile, his grip tightening on the boy's shoulder. " I.... I have missed you boy."
Connor nodded to his mentor slowly, a small smile creeping onto his face, "And I you old Man, It is good to be home."
OP
(Anonymous) 2013-03-12 07:26 am (UTC)(link)Re: "Until it comes time for me to join you."
(Anonymous) 2013-06-07 09:18 pm (UTC)(link)OP
(Anonymous) 2013-06-08 01:09 am (UTC)(link)"Rake'níha" 1/1
(Anonymous) 2013-06-12 08:30 am (UTC)(link)Konnorónhkwa."
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The sounds were slipping in and out of his mind. With each fading echo of the word he felt the pain give way to release. Waves smoothing away the shore.
The scent of grass surrounded him. Behind his eyelids, his sight flashed white, and every muscle in his body relaxed, as though someone were smoothing out a wrinkle with their finger.
What had happened to the pain? The darkness? The throb in his head? Moments ago he'd smelled burning firewood and his wife's perfumed oils but now...
A breeze skimmed across his body, bringing with it the scent of flowers.
Connor cracked his eyelids open a fraction, and the sun's face stared back with all its force. He brought a hand up to shield his eyes and realized that, yes, he was now lying in a field, not his bed. Bleary eyed, he sat up, and twisted his head about, trying to get his bearings. The horizon blurred, his stinging eyes perceiving only a mix of fresh colors.
Still a bit disoriented, he got on his feet. The pain in his side had gone.
Shocked, Connor looked down at his abdomen and rubbed his hand over the spot. It had been decades ago but he could practically see the chunk of wood protruding from his side. Yet, he'd stood up without a hint of pain. As though it had never happened.
Was he dreaming?
"No, boy, this is no dream."
His head snapped up at the sound. His heart pounded wildly, and he could feel its manic beat in his ears.
A few yards ahead of him stood Achilles, dressed in his red and brown, his eyes shaded from the sun by his hat. He was approaching Connor slowly, but without apprehension.
How many secret hours had Connor spent by that headstone, rubbing the engraved words smooth and white with his hand? How many vulnerable moments were used to imagine the sound of the old man snoring downstairs, or his cane click-clacking across the floor? Or the smell of bitter okra cooking on the stove - that dish Connor always sneered at but realized he loved only when there was no one around to cook it? On some occasions, Connor indulged himself in the memory of old arguments, heated and frustrating, but nearly always ending with that old man giving him advice, encouragement, a rare smile?
"This is a cruel dream."
Achilles sucked his teeth, and the sound brought Connor back to each time he'd exasperated the old man. Even decades later, even in this dream world, his muscles still flinched slightly, anticipating the whack of the cane that surely followed.
"I see time has done nothing to cure you of your stubbornness."
There was the infamous cane, gripped lightly in Achilles' palm. He was carrying it with him, his back straight, his feet sure, shoulders proud. The sight of Achilles walking unhindered was painfully foreign to Connor's eyes.
Achilles stopped his approach and his demeanor grew more somber.
"Listen to me Connor. You are not dreaming. I'm afraid you've left the world of the living behind, boy. Now, it is time for you to rest."
There was a sad gleam in the old man's eyes, and a collision of emotions grasped at Connor's heart. His whole life was out of his hands now. His wife, his children, the brotherhood, the homestead....all of it.
Achilles was watching his face intently and Connor found that he had to look away from Achilles, and glanced down at his feet, then at the horizon. Connor rubbed his forehead.
All the years he'd never get to spend with his children. His wife would be able to take care of herself and their children without any assistance, but worry still niggled at his heart. Perhaps it was just regret at all the years they'd lost.
He ran his hand over his face and shut his eyes, breathing deeply. The recruits were strong, their hearts were good and the brotherhood was growing all the time. Connor liked to think that he had groomed them well enough. He was certain that Clipper would lead the brotherhood with confidence.
That was it. There was nothing more he could do.
"Damn."
The weight of Achilles' hand rested on his shoulder for a moment.
And yet in that dense mist of ever familiar loss, there was Achilles. Just like he'd always been there for him, even when Connor's anger blinded him to it.
"So...you are here to guide me through this...afterlife?"
"Yes, Connor. And when the time comes, you will meet your family here and lead them to their peace."
Something in those sentences struck Connor in his still aching heart. Of course Achilles would be the one to meet him after death. He hadn't even questioned that it would be him standing in the field. Achilles would lead him through this just like he had in life - like anyone would for their family. A lump began to grow in Connor's throat and he willed himself to keep his gaze on the horizon, but couldn't stop himself from turning to look into his mentor's face.
Achilles' eyes were directed at Connor's chest. Connor had never known him to shy away from anything. He seemed tired, but in a way he hadn't seen often during life. He wasn't exhausted from training all day, or working his bad leg too hard. He looked as though he'd finally reached something he'd waiting an eternity for. Connor realized that for all his pain at leaving the world, he felt the same way.
"Connor." His brown eyes flashed from Connor's chest to his face.
"It is my great regret that I never spoke to you properly before I died. I-" His adam's apple bobbed.
In the silence between them, Connor could feel decades worth of unspoken words bubble up.
"My letter explained many things, but there is one thing I always wish I'd had the courage to share with you. I'm afraid I left you with so many burdens, so many troubles -."
"Achilles, -"
He raised his hand and silenced the younger man.
"I was proud before I met you, but you gave this old man something to be proud of. Watching you grow into those robes was a joy I thought I would never get to see. But you gave that back to me, Connor. I am grateful for every moment you spent in that forsaken house with me. You filled it with laughter and shouts when once there was nothing but silence."
Achilles rubbed at his face brusquely and Connor realized that both their faces were criss crossed with tears.
A smile blossomed across Achilles' face, "It seems old age makes sentimental fools out of all of us."
Connor's face split into a grin as he brushed away tears with his fingers.
"I am not so old as you."
"Boy, your hair is grayer than mine."
They were both smiling like fools when Connor reached out and grasped Achilles in a hug.
"I've missed you, old man."
"And I missed you." He pulled away and scanned the sky.
"Now come, I had to fight like a dog to be the one to lead you across the fields and I swore I wouldn't take long." He turned his back on his pupil and began a path for the horizon, where the sun was dipping to meet the earth. Connor trailed behind, watching with joy as his guide marched forward with the gait of a young man.
"Hurry up, boy!"
A tingle crept up Connor's spine and he was filled with a strange new thrill as the reached Achilles' side at the edge of the meadows.
"Your mother has been waiting."
Together, they walked into the sun.
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I hope you didn't mind my adding in that Connor had a wife and kids. I just didn't like the idea of him dying all alone in that big house. (He died peacefully in bed at a rather old age, in my opinion)
The title means "dad" in Mohawk. I know Connor called Haytham "Raké:ni" ("father") so I figured "dad" would make more sense for Achilles b/c their relationship is not formal nor is he Connor's technical father. He's his dad.
I hope you enjoyed!
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(Anonymous) 2013-06-12 03:57 pm (UTC)(link)