“Ratonhnhaké:ton?” Y/N started, smiling as the man turned to look at her. “Yes, Y/N?” He answered back, stepping slightly towards her so that the two of them wouldn’t have to speak so loud.
Still smiling, Y/N kept her eyes on Ratonhnhaké:ton, tilting her head slightly.
“I just wanted to say that you look very handsome.” The girl stated simply, her smile widening as Connor’s eyes grew slightly wider, the man starting to stumble over his words as his face flushed a darker color. “I.. Y/N, uh…” Connor tried replying, his chest starting to raise and fall a bit more in his flustered state, the man struggling to form his words into a reply to give Y/N.
Y/N could only keep her smile, watching the man. “You’re adorable, I hope you know that.”
Tyranny of King Washington is my favorite DLC for any game ever. I like it more than most full games. I love the concept of a shared alternate reality created by an Apple, showing a possible timeline. I love the tree that gives Ratonhnhaké:ton powers, but has a chance of distorting his mind, which was hinted at when he told Thomas Jefferson that he thought Washington should be replaced (which was something he would never say). And most of all I love the end when Washington realizes from the dream the dystopia that would result from becoming a king and explains to the soldier his desire not to become one, and where Connor resists temptation incarnate and drops the Apple in the ocean, something not even the great Altaïr could bring himself to do.
It had been years since Ratonhnhaké:ton drank that damnable
tea, yet the effects had not yet worn off. Sometimes he would see things from
strange places. Those bright blue eyes would wander beyond this known world,
and he would find himself severed from this physical reality. Sometimes he
would even wander into the deep of the forest. Fortunately, it didn’t occur too
often, and once it did the duration would usually be bearable.
But not this time.
With one hand still clutching a lantern, Y/N tightened her
cloak around her. She trudged through thick snow, calling his name into the
howling wind. He’s been gone for much too long.
Then, against the white snow and black night, she found a
trail of fresh blood. She’s afraid of what she would see at the end of the
trail. But then she’s more afraid of what would happen if she didn’t follow it.
What if it’s an injured Ratonhnhaké:ton that needed help? She followed the
And there he was, with a gash across his bare chest. Without
even the wolf hood on, he was shivering on a blanket of snow. She rushed
towards him and tried to get him up. His skin felt too warm and positively feverish
in her arms. The markings on his skin were especially scorching.
“Who did this to you?” she asked.
He shook his head. She’d have to ask him later, when the tea’s
effects subsided. Now, she needed to focus on helping him back home and have
the wound dressed.
“I am sorry,” said Connor, coughing as he tried to get up.
“No. I’m sorry for not taking better care of you,” said Y/N,
wrapping her arms around him, “But you’re safe now. Let us go back home.”