Altair quickly got to his feet to avoid soiling his clothes and skin with the ink but only retreated to as far as the garden before falling into the pillows there. He knew Malik would tolerate him here if not actually inside and Altair did not want to go back out into the city where it was much less comfortable. He grinned privately to himself from the sounds of activity from inside the bureau.
It was only several hours later when it had been dark for quite a while did Altair finally cease hearing movement from inside. He’d come and gone since he’d first found Malik and his giant map, using some coin he’d stolen from a local to buy himself a half way decent supper. Once it was obvious there was no more action going on inside Altair finally ventured a look.
He wasn’t surprised with what he found. Malik, slumped against the wall, his bare footed legs a tangle in front of him, sound asleep. His burst of energy had finally run its course and he’d crashed; hard. It was not at all unlike the times he’d fallen to sleep as a young novice after the rare occasions the cooks of Masyaf gave the novices sweets, usually on special occasions. Altair just shook his head and went over to Malik knowing better then to try and wake him, for he would not. He couldn’t just leave the Dai there though, for that would just leave him to be crankier the next morning when not only had he not had his drink, but he had spent the night on the floor. It was not so much consequence to Altair but he decided to take pity on the poor novices who would have to deal with Malik in the morning and scooped him up against his chest.
Before he left the main room Altair cast an eye at the giant map. It was finished and, of course, perfect. Malik didn’t tolerate anything but after all so it was not a surprise, even if the size was rather daunting. He trudged to the back rooms where the rafiq’s quarters was, navigating the unfamiliar room by the feint light from the front room and put Malik onto his bed.
“Malik,” Altair rolled his eyes, the rafiq did not want to let go when he put him down, he seemed to have grown fond of Altair’s warmth on the short trip to the back room. Even though he knew it would do no good Altair gently smacked Malik’s cheek to at least get his grip to loosen. He just sighed when it had the opposite effect. “And he calls me the idiot,” he sighed, still leaning awkwardly over Malik’s bed trying to disengage the man. After more than five minutes of trying to get Malik’s hand to let go of Altair’s robe and failing at that miserably (Malik’s right hand had become considerably stronger as of late) he just gave up and pushed Malik over slightly in the bed before getting into it himself.
“You should stop drinking that stuff,” Altair said to himself, since Malik wasn’t awake to hear. “You do stupid things,” he glanced down at the rafiq who was curled up against Altair’s chest and for lack of better to do draped his arm lazily across Malik’s waist.
He really hoped Malik wasn’t in a terrible mood when he woke up or Altair had a feeling he’d get a face full of fist upon the other man waking up and finding Altair in his bed.
Re: Unexpected Results (3/3)
It was only several hours later when it had been dark for quite a while did Altair finally cease hearing movement from inside. He’d come and gone since he’d first found Malik and his giant map, using some coin he’d stolen from a local to buy himself a half way decent supper. Once it was obvious there was no more action going on inside Altair finally ventured a look.
He wasn’t surprised with what he found. Malik, slumped against the wall, his bare footed legs a tangle in front of him, sound asleep. His burst of energy had finally run its course and he’d crashed; hard. It was not at all unlike the times he’d fallen to sleep as a young novice after the rare occasions the cooks of Masyaf gave the novices sweets, usually on special occasions. Altair just shook his head and went over to Malik knowing better then to try and wake him, for he would not. He couldn’t just leave the Dai there though, for that would just leave him to be crankier the next morning when not only had he not had his drink, but he had spent the night on the floor. It was not so much consequence to Altair but he decided to take pity on the poor novices who would have to deal with Malik in the morning and scooped him up against his chest.
Before he left the main room Altair cast an eye at the giant map. It was finished and, of course, perfect. Malik didn’t tolerate anything but after all so it was not a surprise, even if the size was rather daunting. He trudged to the back rooms where the rafiq’s quarters was, navigating the unfamiliar room by the feint light from the front room and put Malik onto his bed.
“Malik,” Altair rolled his eyes, the rafiq did not want to let go when he put him down, he seemed to have grown fond of Altair’s warmth on the short trip to the back room. Even though he knew it would do no good Altair gently smacked Malik’s cheek to at least get his grip to loosen. He just sighed when it had the opposite effect. “And he calls me the idiot,” he sighed, still leaning awkwardly over Malik’s bed trying to disengage the man. After more than five minutes of trying to get Malik’s hand to let go of Altair’s robe and failing at that miserably (Malik’s right hand had become considerably stronger as of late) he just gave up and pushed Malik over slightly in the bed before getting into it himself.
“You should stop drinking that stuff,” Altair said to himself, since Malik wasn’t awake to hear. “You do stupid things,” he glanced down at the rafiq who was curled up against Altair’s chest and for lack of better to do draped his arm lazily across Malik’s waist.
He really hoped Malik wasn’t in a terrible mood when he woke up or Altair had a feeling he’d get a face full of fist upon the other man waking up and finding Altair in his bed.
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