Anonymous said to assassin-tales:
Jacob reacting to s/o getting him a fancy and expensive tophat ❤
((I got you, Anon))
The night was still and calm, snow flowing softly on the streets of Lambeth. It was Christmas Eve and you had just bought a gift for your boyfriend of two years. Every time you passed by this store he would look at the one top hat on display. Never fully committing a real look at it. Just side glances. But you knew that he wanted it. So you took up extra missions, fought in clubs and raced carriages just to buy that silly top hat. And buy it you did. The box was black with a red bow on it. Inside was a sheer black top hat with a golden sash around it. It cost you all your money and it made the walk back to the train seem even shorter than it was. Agnes had agreed to stop Bertha for a few minutes while you got the gift for Jacob.
Inside the train was the regular Mahogany wood with red carpet. Mr.Green had taken the liberty of setting up a tree out of books on Evie’s cart and a hanging beer bottle on Jacobs cart. Underneath Jacobs tree was two presents. One from Evie and one from Henry. Both were expertly wrapped and looked very festive. Jacob was dead asleep and snoring on the couch once you got on. The train started her slow move the second you put the sleek box under his tree and you fell asleep right beside him on the couch. Waiting until tomorrow.
The next morning you were woken up by Jacob nudging your shoulder. “Love, wake up. Love, it’s assassin Christmas!”
You slowly got up, shaking your head and seeing Jacob tear into the present Evie had left. A new tie for his outfit. It was purple and had a black pattern on it.
Jacob looked over the tie before putting it back into the box carefully, as if afraid to break it somehow.
He then opened up Henry’s box with a little more care. Inside was a new Kukri. Silver with a gold accent and an eagle’s head for the handle. Very regal looking. Jacob immediately put it in his holder strapped to his thigh.
“Would you look at this,” Jacob picked up the black box, “Santa left me a present,” He said it with such wonder, almost as if he was a kid on Christmas.
“Why don’t you open it?” You asked innocently.
He slowly pulled away the bow and shuffled open the top on the lid. It freeing itself with a pop. But he just sat there, amazed and awestruck. Before carefully taking it out of the box and putting it on his messy brown hair.
“My, that really suits you, Jacob,” You slyly commented.
“Love, did you really buy it for me?” It was like he couldn’t believe it.
“Actually, that present was for Greenie,” A sarcastic quip.
He said nothing but enveloped you in a bear hug, lifting you from your spot on the couch. He smelled of gunpowder and horse, but also something that was just, Jacob. It had been a successful Christmas this year. All thanks to that charming top hat.
In the midst of a small skirmish in the streets of Lambeth, Isabeau had been surprised by a soldier lycan who leapt at her. She’d been successfully pushing its head back from her with her rifle, it’s snapping jaws inches from her face but a call to her had distracted her and it lunged for her shoulder. Crying out in pain, she reached back from against the wall to her shortblade now that her hand was freed and grasped it. But still the half-breed fought and it took more effort against the ever increasing pain In one quick movement she plunged that blade straight into its head and it fell from her immediately. The bite felt like it was throbbing along with the searing pain!
Shit, shit, shit!
Isabeau knew the dangers of being bitten, the risk of that infection and so immediately reached for her blackwater in the hopes that it would take the infection away before it arose. She rose the vial quickly to her lips and drank most of the vile liquid inside. Her haggard breathing sped up at the pain of flesh sealing together but soon those breaths calmed and she was able to move normally again.
However, there was still a part of her that wasn’t so sure she had gotten to the liquid in time. She had read the studies on infection…