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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2
Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.2
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Re: Owlish Intentions [2/x]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-09 08:27 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Owlish Intentions [3/x]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-10 12:03 am (UTC)(link)Eventually, he came to terms with the fact that this change would be staying for a while, if not permenantly. With an angry sigh, he dropped on the floor next to Malik.
"I can't figure it out," he admitted. He glared at the owl as if this whole mess was his fault; which, in retrospect, it kind of was.
Malik glared back. Never one to give up, he stalked over to the ball and pecked angrily at it. Not bothering to stop him, Altair only watched the bird with vague interest.
Staring at his new owl body made Altair realize that maybe the Apple was entirely cruel. For one thing, the owl was rather graceful and powerful looking. It's sleek brown and black feathers lay over an aerodynamic body, fraught with muscle. Even if it only had one wing, the owl's appearance didn't seem dented by it. In fact, every time Malik flared in anger, his single wing would expand, revealing a long, steam-lined appendage that was a source of beauty.
Then again, Altair's thinking could just stem from the fact that he had a serious thing for birds.
Just as Malik gave up and slumped against the floor, a knock rang out. Both men (well, owl and man, more accurately), twisted to look at the door. Where Altair had to physically turn, Malik only had to twist his head around. The knock rang again and the two glanced at each other. In one swift move, Altair had scooped up ball, robes and owl, pulled himself to his feet and was moving behind his desk.
He dropped the ball and robes into a drawer. Malik he deemed worthy enough to remain seated on his desk.
"Enter," he called imperiously.
A young novice stepped into the room. He glanced around the room surrepitiously, something only years of instilled paranoia caused him to do. Finally, he settled his gaze on the Grand Master. Not before, of course, he happened to note a rather disgruntled owl standing regally on the edge of the desk.
"Grand Master," the novice said, bowing slightly.
Altair inclined his head. "Novice..." He paused unable to remember the youth's name.
In response to his silence, Malik clicked his beak and tilted his head toward a book on the desk.
Altair glanced down. The book was Malik's log book that they were supposed to have gone over. In a subtle move, Altair flicked it open. Once more Malik clicked and nodded toward a name at the top of the list.
This entire exchanged happened in the space of less than a minute.
"Hakim, what was it that you needed?" Altair asked, using the youth's name. The name earned him a shocked look from the novice and a pleased expression from the owl.
The novice shifted, clearly he hadn't expected the Grand Master to know his name. "Sir, Master Malik was supposed to come talk to you today about the novice training. He said that an hour after noon I was supposed to come up and speak with you about my personal evaluation."
Altair arched an eyebrow and shot a look at the owl, which was pointedly looking away. "Did he?" The novice nodded and Altair sighed. "Unfortunately, Master Malik and I have not been able to speak just yet."
A strange annoyed sort of sound came from the owl.
"Until then," Altair continued, gritting his teeth as the owl stared disapprovingly at him. "I can not answer your questions. Return to your training. I will call on you when I have the time."
The novice looked like he was going to say something but, after glancing at the owl, he decided against it. He bowed again and hurried out of the room. It wasn't every day that one got glared out of a room by an owl, after all.
Re: Owlish Intentions [4/x]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-10 12:59 am (UTC)(link)One the first day, Altair had followed Malik like a worried chicken. Anywhere he went, Malik came with. He would clutch the owl in his arms and go about his normal Grand Master duties. Which meant he had to deal with an angry, pecking owl for a lot longer than he had ever had at any other point in his life.
The second day, Altair went the exact opposite route. He left the owl completely alone. As soon as he was awake, he was in his study, focused on other things. It seemed the better choice until a little after lunch, two novices stepped into his office. One of them was cradling a very familiar owl while the other looked like he had just killed something. Altair was instantly on his feet and over to the novices.
"What happened?" He demanded.
The novices glanced at each other. "Well, we were out training and this owl came out of no where." The novice holding the bird shifted. The movement caused a grumpy hoot to come from the bird. "We didn't even know it was there until Jamil threw me on top of it."
"You threw him at Ma-- the owl?" He asked, just managing to correct himself.
"I didn't mean to!" Jamil said, quickly. "But, it's okay! The owls totally fine." He gestured to the owl in question.
The, as yet unnamed novice, lifted the owl in his arms. Gingerly, Altair pulled Malik into his arms. When he did, Malik shifted and puffed up. It seemed that he didn't think he was nearly as damaged as everyone seems to think they are.
"Bendi said that he saw you carry the owl around yesterday," Jamil said, glancing at the novice next to him.
Now named, Bendi, nodded quickly. "Uhm, is he going to be okay?" He asked.
Altair was slightly shocked at how much concern the novices showed. Vaguely he wondered if there was some strange spiritual thing going on. When Malik was in human form, the novices cared greatly for him. If the man was gone too long the novices started to complain and bother Altair about his whereabouts.
"He'll be fine. Return to your training," he said and turned around. He knew the novices had left when the door clicked shut behind him. He looked down at the owl, who was glaring up at him. "You are the only person I know who could possibly say they were crushed by a novice while looking like an owl."
Malik twittered angrily at him.
That was the second day.
The third day was a perfect median. Altair didn't drag Malik every where he went but he mad Malik promise to stay in his study. Despite Malik's first grumbling and clucking, he eventually agreed and stayed in the study. Now that they had found this median, the two could finally work on a way to get Malik back to normal. Although, so far, they hadn't gotten any more progress.
"Maybe you could just apologize to the Apple," Altair suggest.
The Apple of Eden sat between the two males. Altair was leaning against the desk with his chin in the palm of his hand. Malik was nestled across from him, he had made quite the nest out of papers he deemed worthless.
At Altair's words, he clicked his beak and ruffled his feathers.
Altair chuckled slightly. "Right, I forgot, it's not a live." He sighed and scratched the back of his head. He had dropped his hood hours ago as the shade-device wasn't helping him think any better.
There was a sigh from Malik, more of a puff of air than a sound of distress. The owl tilted his head forward and dropped his beak on top of the Apple.
Both of them were out of ideas. Although, in Malik's defense, he had more, Altair just couldn't understand any of the signals he had been trying to give.
Re: Owlish Intentions [5/5]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-10 01:28 am (UTC)(link)Altair had yet to discover just what it was that Malik needed on the shelf, but it still solidified his choice to have Malik stay with him that night.
Carrying the grumpy owl through the halls of Masyaf, he reached his personal bed chambers. Once inside, he placed the owl on his pillow. Without saying a word, he turned away and started the process of removing his robes.
Behind him, Malik blinked owlishly at him. His tiny owl heart thudded in his chest. Eventually, he couldn't stare anymore and looked away quickly. He kept his gaze focused somewhere to the left the door.
Finally, Altair had changed into only a pair of loose pants. He slipped into the bed and pulled the owl to his chest. Ignoring the angry clicks and clucks, he curled a protective arm around the feathery thing.
"Shut up, Malik," he hissed, relaxing against his pillows. There was silence for a moment as every thing got settled. "I need you to get to normal," Altair whispered, breaking the silence. "I need my human Malik back. It is difficult to love an owl the same way."
The owl shifted and tenderly, rubbed his beak against Altair's neck. Malik twittered softly, showing Altair that he whole heartedly agreed.
Altair sighed, his expression tightening. "I need you as Malik, just Malik."
Silence pulled over them again and Malik knew that Altair had descended into sleep. He followed not a few minutes later, although his sleep was left than peaceful.
---
When Altair returned to the world of the living he felt that something was very wrong. Not wrong, perse, only totally different from how he felt when he went to sleep in the first place. The warmth that had been centered to just a small area around his chest had increased to cover his entire abdomen and legs. He shifted just slightly to look down.
Instead of seeing the recently familiar site of a fluffy, feathery ball, he was greeted with a mop of black hair. Another shifted showed him that the mop of hair belonged not only to a head, but a fully intact body.
Altair's eyes flew wide.
"Malik!" He gasped, startling the man in his arms awake.
Malik jerked and pulled away from him so quickly he was in danger of toppling off the bed. "Yes? What?" He replied in a needlessly loud voice.
"Malik, you're back to normal!" Altair replied. He reached over and grabbed Malik's arm. In an easy fit of strength he crushed the man to his chest. "You're human again."
Malik mumbled something against his chest. The man shifted and buried himself closer to the Grand Master. His arm came up to wrap around Altair's chest. Small shakes were rolling through Malik's body.
At first Altair thought the man was crying. When he leaned back, he discovered the Dai was only laughing.
"Malik? What's so funny?" He asked, confusion writing his features.
Malik shook his head. "You sound like a novice getting his first leap of faith lesson," he replied, amusement clear in his voice.
Altair shoved Malik away from him so hard, the man actually flipped off of the bed. Hitting the floor, Malik choked slightly around his laughter.
"Just see if I'm happy that you're back to normal ever again."
This only earned him more laughter and got Malik a pillow to the face. Despite the teasing and laughing, both men were more than happy that Malik was back to normal. This was finely illustrated in the near worship Altair gave his body that night.
Re: Owlish Intentions [5/5]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-10 01:49 am (UTC)(link)Anon, this was awesome.
OP
(Anonymous) 2011-02-10 02:44 am (UTC)(link)I totally love grumpy owl Malik so fucking much <3
Re: OP - Write
(Anonymous) 2011-02-10 03:00 am (UTC)(link)I'm glad you enjoyed it. It was hard not making Disney!Owl!Malik, so I'm pleased you liked what I produced.
Thank you. <3