I LOVE the fact that Alison the bully of all bullies who tormented Mona disgustingly, did not even revert back to bitchy Ali when she found out her ex nemesis killed her sister, sorry her cousin.. I love the fact Alison was the first one to apologize to Aria, I love the fact that even though you could see worry in her eyes, she didn’t resist when she saw how hard Emily was trying to keep her happy, calm and safe. I love the fact at times she was the calming voice of reason, I love the fact she didn’t become bitter and hateful again after hearing Mary confess to killing Jessica..
That is called character development, but the haters would call it “she’s putting on an act”.
How do you think the assassins/templars would react if they find their SO sleeping in their coats?
OH LORDY ANON, THIS COULD GO IN MANY BAD DIRECTIONS.
I APOLOGIZE FOR THEY DELAY. I’M STILL HERE, SEND ME
I hope you don’t mind, dear anon, but I didn’t stay strictly to your prompt.
Satisfaction is key, and if I failed to write something how you wanted it,
please let me know!
Thanks to a dear page
supporter, I’ll now be adding Mary Read/James Kidd to the list of
assassins. Let me know what you think!
Altair: He’d been searching
everywhere- he could not find his coat, which was necessary for his day.
Unaware of where else to look, he decides to go to your quarters, hoping you’d
know where the coat was. Without knocking, he barged into your home, but halted
abruptly where he stood. There you were, peacefully sleeping, however not in
your normal robes, but in his own coat. Still frozen in your doorway, he slowly
and silently backs up and leaves. He would just steal one of Malik’s for the
Ezio: Your moment of silence had
been disrupted by short, loud, and raspy chuckles. Slowly, groggily, and
annoyed, you began to wake from your euphoric rest. Unsurprisingly, there was
Ezio, lying by your side, laughing like an idiot. Not only were you tired and
irritated, but now confused; that is until you figured out why he had been
laughing. The night before, you’d been so lonely, knowing Ezio couldn’t be with
you. To feel content and whole again, you reached for his coat… one he never
wore, and the one he wanted you to keep. Unintentionally, you’d drifted asleep,
the cloths contorted around your body. Ridged with realization, you hastily and
unsuccessfully attempted to take the coat off; Ezio’s laughter subsided. He
grabbed your hand, his eyes crinkled with delight. “You’re just too beautiful,