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Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.2
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Part 5
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Re: Brotherhood within a Brotherhood [5b/?]

[(Anonymous)]

“It’s the like I’ve been wounded all over again,” Malik blurted out. “It burns, and... heaven help me I can feel it. A thousand tiny daggers in an arm that isn’t even there!” Inwardly he cursed his weakness – he did not need pity – but part of him couldn’t help it. He needed to explain it, to have someone else try to understand, even though technically there was no one, because he was the first amputee Masayf had seen in years.

Zaki pressed a hot cup of tea into Malik’s hand (and Malik felt a warm rush of affection, because no matter the situation, Zaki made tea, tea being a constant and a miracle worker) and they both looked up as the door opened. Jalees stepped inside, shaking the rain from his robe.

“Blasted rain clouds,” he said irritably. “It better clear up on the way back... Malik?” he added in concerned, noting the younger’s grimace and pallor, “What is wrong?”

“My invisible arm is deciding to complain of pain despite the fact it is not actually there,” Malik said. “I do not mean to concern you, brothers. Let us not delay the meeting on my account.”

Jalees grunted. “Don’t be so daft,” he said, flopping onto the cushions. He looked Malik over, his eyes resting on the Malik’s left shoulder. “Unwind your sleeve, or shrug off that shoulder,” Jalees said. “See if that helps.”

Malik, despite the pain, managed to raise an eyebrow. He winced as he attempted to shrug his shoulder out of the sewn sleeve, so Zaki reached across to unbind it. Malik flinched, but let the old rafiq continue unthreading the rough stitches, the long black sleeve unfurling and flapping emptily by Malik’s side.

Oddly enough, Malik felt the ache dissipate somewhat, more than when he attempted to massage the limb. Jalees noticed Malik relax a little and hummed in approval.

“There are those that believe the body had two aspects,” Jalees said. “A physical and a spiritual. Just because your left arm is gone physically, does not mean it’s spirit does not exist. Pain is a spiritual feeling as well as a physical one – so if your spiritual body feels pain, then you too feel the pain.”

“So somewhere my spiritual left arm is being stabbed again?” Malik said sceptically. Jalees laughed and shook his head.

“No, no – your spirit is reacting to the change in the air,” Jalees said, “the rain and the clouds. It becomes more tangible on days like these, closer to you physically than usual. Your sleeve, bound as it was, was restricting your spirit arm. The pain of your wound is but the memory your spirit reacts to most strongly.”

Malik tilted his head thoughtfully, looking at the Damascus rafiq in a new light. “You are very knowledgeable about these things, my friend,” Malik said.

“I had an uncle once, who has long since passed away,” Jalees said with a shrug. “He lost his foot when a building collapsed an crushed it in Damascus. For the years after it was removed, every time it rained he would complain of it aching, and the feel of bricks crushing his bones. He was not impressed with my father’s explanation of a spirit body, but nonetheless accepted that he was likely to feel his foot for years to come.” Jalees smiled sadly. “I am sorry to say that you may have to deal with the same sort of pain, my brother. At least we live in Syria and not the home of the Crusaders, hm? I hear it rains nearly every day over there!”

Malik laughed, the ache in his arm fading slightly as he felt cheered by Jalees’ good nature and humour. “Thank heaven for that small blessing. I don’t think I’d get any work done if my spirit arm was making its presence known every day.”

Re: Brotherhood within a Brotherhood [5b/?]

[(Anonymous)]

D'aaw! I love all three of them so much. Zaki and Jalees are utter darlings, and I can't believe I am saying this to describe assassins, but I could read forever and ever about their friendship. Rock on, writeranon! Every update so far has made me grin and clutch at my heart, particularly this one. Malik's gonna be alright with them, ahaha.

Re: Brotherhood within a Brotherhood [5b/?]

[(Anonymous)]

Oh anon I love you for being awesome and giving us all this awesome fill you read <3

Re: Brotherhood within a Brotherhood [5b/?]

[(Anonymous)]

This was absolutely fantastic! Had a smile on my face the whole time (even in the last one!)

Re: Brotherhood within a Brotherhood [5b/?]

[(Anonymous)]

I sincerely wish you writer!anon to continue this magnificent story! I just love the camaraderie of the rafiqs!!