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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.3

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(Anonymous) 2011-06-08 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
He held it up, realizing the marketplace had cleared out. He laughed at the likeness. “It looks just like you.”

“Where did you get that?” Malik growled.

“It was a gift from a man I put to peace.”

Malik’s eyes narrowed. Desmond held it out, and the one-armed man stepped forward, reaching out and touching it.

“You put him to peace?”

“I gave him a burial. Then the old man found me, and I volunteered to help him move.”

He hopped down from the horse. Malik ran his fingers over the soft cloth head, feeling the hair on its head. He barely heard the man whisper, “You look like Altair.”

“Apple, I’m his ancestor,” he mouthed.

Desmond saw his jaw clench as he withdrew his hand. “Your sword belonged to me, once.”

“I know. Kadar told me.”

“Altair watches you.”

“I kinda figured. He’s usually with you.”

“Novice.” He laughed at the hint of pink on Malik’s cheeks as dai turned and paced away. “Do not think you will get away with your claims. Altair will hunt and fight you.”

Desmond smirked. “I can take him.”

Malik looked over his shoulder when he was at the edge of the market, something between a smirk and a smile on his lips. “I look forward to it.”

Desmond found himself grinning as he hopped onto the horse. As they trotted off, he heard Malik shout, “And take care of that sword and doll, or I will get you before Altair does!”

They traveled to the northwest corner of the rich district, and arrived at a small house. A young woman came running out.

“Papa! You’ve arrived! I thought for sure it would take you several weeks with all the Christian soldiers at Acre!”

Desmond hopped off and helped the old man down. The old man smiled proudly. “I happened to come across a very talented young man. He was able to get past the guards with his uniform.”

The lady gave him a close once over. “He’s a Templar Knight, dad.”

“I know—I know. Just trust your father. I’ve made it here because of his rank.”

He helped him carry his things in, working hard in hope they’d let him stay. When they were done, she gave him something to drink. He sipped the glass of water slowly as they talked at the table.

“You abused the power of the Templars? They’ll kill you when they find you out, you know.”

“I’m okay with that. I’d rather die here than go back to where I was.”

“And where was that?”

“It is better not to ask, my dear,” Granddad said. “Allah has acted in strange ways, but it has been a blessing for us. Do not question what he graces us with.”

Desmond smirked. “Sorry, ma’am. I don’t think you would understand it.”

She gave him a suspicious stare. “And you’re not a Templar Knight?”

“Not really, no, but my other clothes didn’t blend in, and these were the closest thing I could find.”

“Not many people have the chance to say that.”

He chuckled and polished off the water. The woman refilled the glass, and he had three more before he wasn’t thirsty. He took a back seat in the conversation, worrying more about the fear knotting his stomach. Malik wasn’t kidding: he was fully expecting to fight Altair. Perhaps he should go visit him again.

“—we have to move to the middle district. We’ve got quite a bit of debt—”

“Granddad,” Desmond said, rising.

The old man looked at him. “Yes?”

“Can I go out and about? I’ll be careful. I know how sneaky assassins can be.”

The old man pursed his lips. “I would feel better if you didn’t, but a young man like you will surely get bored while we talk. Go ahead, but I want no tales of fights with others.”

He nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“Good. Scat. We will figure out what to do with you while you’re gone. Be back before sunset; although, I suppose as a Knight, you don’t have to worry about that.”

He smiled and put on the helmet he set by the door. Slipping out, he felt remarkably concealed in his Templar Knight uniform. He knew there was a graveyard around here somewhere, and if he could find that, he could find the treasure chest. He roamed in the northwest corner, climbing up the eagle point to find it. It was hard to avoid the guards as he climbed so they wouldn’t get suspicious, but he managed it.