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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2
Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.2
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Discussion
Sick anon is sick.
(Anonymous) 2011-03-06 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Sick anon is sick.
(Anonymous) 2011-03-06 11:29 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Sick anon is sick.
(Anonymous) 2011-03-07 06:58 am (UTC)(link)Sick (1a/1)
(Anonymous) 2011-03-07 06:25 pm (UTC)(link)“Don’t wanna,” he moaned a little more pathetically than he usually did.
“School Raafe,” Altair said. Raafe just shook his head against his pillow.
“I don’t feel good,” he groaned.
Altair rolled his eyes, he’d heard that excuse (and had used it) more times then he could count. But he at least gave the boy the benefit of the doubt and reached out to press his hand against his young face and frowned. He was hot. He left the bedroom to the bathroom and the medicine cabinet and pulled out a thermometer and went back into his son’s room, shaking it as he did so. Back inside the room Raafe had woken a bit more, enough that his eyes were open when Altair turned on the light. In the light Altair saw his face was flushed. “Open your mouth,” he ordered, Raafe did as he was told and Altair slid the thermometer under his tongue and sat on the bed. After a few seconds Raafe wiggled over to his side to slump against him and Altair put his arm around his small shoulders.
A few minutes later Altair took the thermometer and turned it to see what it read frowning as he had before. “Do I have to go to school?” Raafe asked miserably looking up at him from under his lashes.
“No,” he rubbed Raafe’s shoulder, “You have a fever, go back to bed. I’ll call the school and tell them you aren’t going to be there. Raafe nodded and slunk back to his pillows before falling under his covers. Altair turned off the lights as he left and told Raafe he’d check in on him in a little bit.
Re: Sick (1b/1)
(Anonymous) 2011-03-07 06:26 pm (UTC)(link)Altair had caught about an hour of sleep all day and wished he had a regular sleeping schedule like his sons did. But he didn’t and usually instead caught his sleep just before having to wake Raafe up, or when Kamal took his naps. He’d been dozing on the couch when he heard footsteps and looked up curiously. “What’re you doing out of bed?” he asked when Raafe appeared, his comforter wrapped around him like a cape and his eyes were a bit out of focus from the fever. He just gave something between a groan and a whimper and climbed onto the couch next to Altair. “Can’t talk now?”
“No,” he said in as defiant a voice he could manage and snuggled close to Altair’s side, practically in his lap and Altair turned on cartoons that weren’t terrible. Altair wrapped an arm around his thin form and could feel he was still to warm from his fever, and probably from being under the heavy blanket. “Dad,” he groaned after a while.
“Yeah?”
“Is there a soccer game on?”
“It isn’t soccer season Raafe,” he said.
“Well can we not watch this?”
Altair chuckled but switched the station from whatever drabble Cartoon Network was showing to Discovery, which was predictably playing a marathon of Mythbusters. Altair could get behind such a show. There were very few reasons Altair couldn’t like a show that enjoyed blowing stuff up as much as Mythbusters did.
After a while Raafe fell asleep, his body unable to keep itself awake, and he slumped against Altair. Upon which Altair picked him up, with some difficulty since he’d recently hit a growth spurt, and took him back to bed so he could rest. “Dad,” he groaned a bit awake, or enough at least to realize Altair was carrying him.
“Hmm?”
“I really hate being sick,” he grumbled and the limp arms around Altair’s neck tightened.
“You and everyone else Raafe,” he said and put him down.
“Can you not go?” he asked not wanting to let go of Altair’s neck.
Altair sighed, “All right, but let go,” and he did, Altair left for a moment, dragging Kamal out of his room and sat on the floor next to Raafe’s bed, child in his lap.
“Hey dad,” Raafe said from around his pillow. Altair just ‘hmmed’, “I love you.”
Altair smiled and reached up, stroking the boy’s hair, “Love you too Raafe, now get some rest,” he said.
“Okay,” he yawned and snuggled into his covers.
“Daddy,” Kamal pulled his attention away. “Kamal loves you too,” he declared. Altair just kept smiling and hugged him tightly.
-fin-
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Why yes this is the writeanon from that soccer dad fill a few pages back and yes she did just write a tie in story. Deal with it >3>
Re: Sick (1b/1)
(Anonymous) 2011-03-07 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)Also, I'm in love with the soccer dad AU, well done writeranon :)
OP!
(Anonymous) 2011-03-07 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)writeanon
(Anonymous) 2011-03-08 01:40 am (UTC)(link)Re: Sick (1b/1)
(Anonymous) 2011-03-10 08:29 am (UTC)(link)write-anon had intriged on my inner soccer-geek!!