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he lives in the woods 5/?
(Anonymous) 2013-02-25 12:45 pm (UTC)(link)Haytham pretended to continue reading the journal, ready to strike at the old man should he attempt to do anything. He may not have his hidden blade on him, but he could overpower Achilles easily with his bare fists.
"You're a cruel man, Haytham," Achilles said, after a moment. Haytham turned his head, to meet his gaze. Cruel? He would not describe himself as such. Ruthless, yes. Too practical, perhaps. He would not disagree that he was, to some extent, heartless in his actions. But he did not go out of his way to make other suffer.
"Excuse me?"
"You were like this when you first got back, too. Too caught up in your own sorrows to think about the effect you have on others."
Before Haytham could interrupt- what business was it of Achilles' if he was nice or nasty? And he wasn't being either, thank you very much- Achilles continued, a steely glare in his eyes.
"The only reason I let you stay here in the first place was because of Connor. I'd have quite happily watched you die horribly at the hands of that thing. But Connor- oh, he's naive, but his naiveté saved your life. He came back, you and Charles in tow, begged me for permission to start a truce, as if he needed that permission. He's the leader of the Brotherhood after all. But he's still also just a boy, and you're going to remember that."
"What are you--" Haytham began, only to be cut off.
"It's terribly rude to interrupt others, Haytham. You ought to know better. Now, the past few months, you've been changing. You started smiling, for one. How long has it been since you were genuinely happy, I wonder?"
Haytham glowered at the old man. It was none of his damn business whether Haytham was happy or not, and it didn't change a bloody thing if he was or wasn't smiling. This was, quite frankly, an appalling attempt at a mind-game. Achilles' expression shifted into something more neutral, and his next words were slightly less biting.
"We started to see the man you once were, beneath all the killing and the cruelty and the fanaticism to your Templar ideals. The father you could've been. The brother you once were. The lover you--" Achilles stopped here for a moment, noting the confusion on Haytham's face, and chuckled. "--Oh, you wouldn't know about that, would you?"
"Lover?" Haytham demanded. There had been someone else? Who wasn't Ziio? He couldn't imagine it- but stranger things certainly were afoot. Or, more probably, the old man was trying to goad him, this was some sort of twisted revenge.
Achilles chuckled again.
"That's for me to know and you to find out. But the point is this: the man who went to New York, to try to find a way of killing that creature, he is not the same man as the one I'm looking at. And while I'll never forgive either man for what they did to my family, the Haytham of last week was very nearly a human being in my eyes. You, on the other hand, are not. If any harm comes to Connor because of you, there will be nowhere on this earth you can hide from me. It'll take time, yes, and you might not realise it straight away, but I will hurt you."
Achilles' gaze was steady and sincere. Haytham had no doubt that the old man was still dangerous, though he was sure he could survive anything the bastard there his way. He should've killed him when he had the chance.
"Now that you understand your somewhat precarious position," Achilles finished, with an insincere smile. "I suggest you try to bond with your son. And I would also suggest you be a little nicer to Charles. That man thinks the world of you, you know."
The old man turned and left without another word- a good thing, since he'd talked far too much already.
Bastard, bastard, bastard!
Haytham turned back to the journal he had been reading. He wanted answers, and wanted them now. He'd have to go through the entries properly later.
He reached for the new journal, and flipped it open, skipping straight to the latest entries. He skimmed the text quickly, trying to extract as much information as quickly as possible.
I had forgotten how wonderful it felt to wake up with another person in my bed.
It worries me, to think of our future should this creature ever be exorcised from this world. Fear and danger drew us together, and to some extent is what holds us in place. Buggery is illegal, even in the New World, after all.
His mouth is soft and warm. It feels far too good to kiss, despite his facial hair.
I worry for him; he cannot see the monster. What if it comes after him, or myself? I cannot be constantly vigilant. I don't want to see him hurt because of my mistakes. I could not forgive myself.
I wonder how I neglected to notice the way he looked at me all these years. His eyes were always full of adoration, but I never realised.
I don't know how I feel about his moustache. I despise the way it tickles my skin, but he wouldn't look like Charles without it.
This…
This was clearly somebody's idea of a bad joke. It was elaborate, too- his handwriting perfectly replicated, the choice of words exactly the kind he would have used, had he-- but he wouldn't have even thought about… not with another man, and certainly not Charles.
This was a horrible set-up. It wasn't even slightly funny. It was probably Hickey's idea. Or perhaps Achilles was really desperate for revenge. Either way, it wasn't true. Couldn't be true.
Haytham stopped-- when had he started pacing the room?-- and glanced out of the window. It wouldn't do to lose his temper over a depraved prank, mad though it was.
"Father?" Connor's voice came, from the hall. There was a soft knocking at the door. "May I come in? I brought some food. You must be quite hungry by now."
"Yes," Haytham answered, clasping his hands behind his back. Now that someone had mentioned it, he was certainly starving. How long had it been, exactly, since he had last eaten? "The door is unlocked."
Connor entered quietly, placing a tray of what looked like bread and cheese and fruit next to the cold tea. He glanced at the desk, and coughed quietly. Perhaps he had caught a cold.
"You found your journals."
"Yes, I did."
There was a moment of silence, broken only by a soft cough, before Connor spoke again.
"In my culture, it is not taboo for two men to--"
"Don't," Haytham snapped, not turning round. "I don't want to hear it. Whose idea was it, anyway?"
"Idea? I… I am not sure which of you instigated the--" Connor stammered, sounding utterly bewildered. "Does it really matter? You two were happy, after--"
"Stop," Haytham snarled, twisting his head just enough so he could glare at the boy. "I would have thought you'd know better than to make twisted jokes at the expense of an old man. Whose idea was it, anyway? Hickey? Or Charles himself?"
"I do not--"
"Oh, please." Haytham rolled his eyes. "The Slender Man was one thing, but now this? You know sodomy's a crime, don't you? Exactly how gullible do you lot think I am?"
Connor, to his credit, was a brilliant actor. He looked genuinely dumbfounded.
"Leave," Haytham snapped. "I'm going back to New York first thing in the morning."
"But--" Connor began, coughing softly.
"Leave."
The boy looked torn, but left the room anyway.
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(Anonymous) 2013-02-25 03:50 pm (UTC)(link)You know Haytham's being a dick when even Achilles is worried about Charles Lee.
Haytham is going to hate himself once he remembers again. For Charles and Connor...
Love, love, LOVE the little warnings signs of Achilles saying that Connor's just a naive boy, threatening Haytham if something should happen to him, Haytham's fear in his journals that he or Charles should be targeted...
And love this SO much. Thank you Anon!
fill anon
(Anonymous) 2013-02-25 10:49 pm (UTC)(link)Actually... the 'tiny bit' of HayLee turned into... uh... a lot more than I was expecting to write... so... um... yeah... I guess I want to ask how shippy I can make this...?
But yes I love teasing and hinting! Actually, there are a couple of other clues as to what's happening in the story...
Re: fill anon
(Anonymous) 2013-02-25 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)I cried at that mission. Achilles!
Re: he lives in the woods 5/?