Altair called, demanded really, that his right hand man come to his study immediately. He was not happy and when he wasn't happy things had to be done about it.
Since becoming the Grand Master of the Brotherhood, he had done some serious changes to how things were directed. Everything from training to who took care of the stables was changed, literally, over night. He refused for the Brotherhood to ever become as laid-back and corrupt as it had under the previous master's rule. The only problem with his sudden changes was that he had become completely and utterly intolerable. No one could question him and anyone daring to was quickly dealt with.
Of course, there was still one man that felt the need to question and Altair was no longer going to put up with it.
He waited, as patiently as possible, for Malik Al-sayf to enter his study. His fingers drummed against the desk; the sound echoing throughout the room. Gold eyes were sharp and focused when the door opened and revealed the very man he called.
"You wanted me, Altair?" Malik asked, archly. The one armed, ex-assassin moved into the room, unafraid. Whatever the rest of the Brotherhood felt, he alone was unaffected and refused to be bothered by it.
"I did," Altair replied just as stiffly. "Come here."
Malik's eyes narrowed but he moved forward nonetheless. He paused a safe distance from the desk. Only that didn't please Altair at all. He gestured again for the man to move. There must have been something in his expression because Malik moved as close to the desk as possible.
"Would you like something to drink?" Altair asked.
So taken aback by the question, Malik couldn't stop his nod. Not a second later, he was supplied with a cup and a dark red liquid that must have been wine.
"Please, drink," Altair said in a cool, poisonous voice.
Hesitantly, Malik lifted the cup to his lips and took a large swallow. He wasn't at all sure what Altair was getting at. He knew just what it was that Altair did to keep his Brotherhood in order; from the brutal punishments to outright humiliation. But offering drinks wasn't in his repertoire of actions. In fact, it was the furthest thing from it.
As his thoughts raced, Malik was hit with a sudden wooziness that he couldn't get rid of. He dropped the cup and quickly grasped the desk.
"You don't look so good, Malik," Altair drawled. "Perhaps you should sit down."
In total agreement, Malik moved to find a seat but couldn't find one. His mind was spinning and it was becoming harder and harder for him to focus.
"Come sit on my lap," Altair said, his voice ghosting pleasantly over Malik's ears.
Malik nodded and shifted around the desk carefully. After what felt like a freakishly long time, he made it to Altair. In an awkward movement, he dropped into Altair's lap, his legs splayed on either side of the man's hips and his hand clutching the master's robes to keep him steady.
"Altair... What's?" His voice was thick and he wasn't quite sure what he was asking.
Altair smirked indulgently at him. "Don't worry about it," he replied. "Just listen to me."
Learning the Rules
Altair called, demanded really, that his right hand man come to his study immediately. He was not happy and when he wasn't happy things had to be done about it.
Since becoming the Grand Master of the Brotherhood, he had done some serious changes to how things were directed. Everything from training to who took care of the stables was changed, literally, over night. He refused for the Brotherhood to ever become as laid-back and corrupt as it had under the previous master's rule. The only problem with his sudden changes was that he had become completely and utterly intolerable. No one could question him and anyone daring to was quickly dealt with.
Of course, there was still one man that felt the need to question and Altair was no longer going to put up with it.
He waited, as patiently as possible, for Malik Al-sayf to enter his study. His fingers drummed against the desk; the sound echoing throughout the room. Gold eyes were sharp and focused when the door opened and revealed the very man he called.
"You wanted me, Altair?" Malik asked, archly. The one armed, ex-assassin moved into the room, unafraid. Whatever the rest of the Brotherhood felt, he alone was unaffected and refused to be bothered by it.
"I did," Altair replied just as stiffly. "Come here."
Malik's eyes narrowed but he moved forward nonetheless. He paused a safe distance from the desk. Only that didn't please Altair at all. He gestured again for the man to move. There must have been something in his expression because Malik moved as close to the desk as possible.
"Would you like something to drink?" Altair asked.
So taken aback by the question, Malik couldn't stop his nod. Not a second later, he was supplied with a cup and a dark red liquid that must have been wine.
"Please, drink," Altair said in a cool, poisonous voice.
Hesitantly, Malik lifted the cup to his lips and took a large swallow. He wasn't at all sure what Altair was getting at. He knew just what it was that Altair did to keep his Brotherhood in order; from the brutal punishments to outright humiliation. But offering drinks wasn't in his repertoire of actions. In fact, it was the furthest thing from it.
As his thoughts raced, Malik was hit with a sudden wooziness that he couldn't get rid of. He dropped the cup and quickly grasped the desk.
"You don't look so good, Malik," Altair drawled. "Perhaps you should sit down."
In total agreement, Malik moved to find a seat but couldn't find one. His mind was spinning and it was becoming harder and harder for him to focus.
"Come sit on my lap," Altair said, his voice ghosting pleasantly over Malik's ears.
Malik nodded and shifted around the desk carefully. After what felt like a freakishly long time, he made it to Altair. In an awkward movement, he dropped into Altair's lap, his legs splayed on either side of the man's hips and his hand clutching the master's robes to keep him steady.
"Altair... What's?" His voice was thick and he wasn't quite sure what he was asking.
Altair smirked indulgently at him. "Don't worry about it," he replied. "Just listen to me."