<b>Altair:</b> Are you a horse? Because please don't leave- PLEASE<p/><b>Ezio:</b> My love for you is like my Florins- endless.<p/><b>Connor:</b> If I knew how to flirt, it would only be with you.<p/><b>Shay:</b> The only girl more beautiful than the Morrigan is you.<p/><b>Edward:</b> I like you almost as much as I like rum. Almost.<p/><b>Arno:</b> You knew how to BaSTEELe my heart~<p/><b>Jacob:</b> Our relationship isn't a JOKE, JOKE, JOKE.<p/><b>Evie:</b> Whenever I'm around you, I become like my piano playing. Chaotic but meaningful.<p/><b>Desmond:</b> I think all the bottles in this bar must be jealous, cause your beauty is the most intoxicating thing in this place.<p/></p>
I can picture Desmond standing in front of the mirror and trying on some self-confidence by trying out his ancestor’s last names.
“Desmond… ibn William Miles? Screw that. Hmm…”
“Desmond Auditore da Firenze! Oh, that sounds cool…”
“Desmond… Kenway… look out Abstergo, here comes Desmond Kenway!
Watching from behind the one way mirror, Shaun and Rebecca are collapsing in silent hysterics.
I’ve made this joke before, still excited to see Abstergo go,“ Welcome to the Spanish Inquisition. You are here to… why did you just killed 40 officers? STOP BREAKING INTO HOUSES FOR THOSE STUPID CHEST! PULL HIM OUT, wait thats the man we’re looking for. Ah.. yes… What the… he was RIGHT THERE! YOU DONT NEED 30 DIFFERENT INFO ON HOW TO KILL HIM JUST DO… and… he’s trying on different clothes in the middle of the street. Oh how I wish Desmond was still alive, he was a good kid. Killed a lot of our brothers, but BOY DID HE oh.. wait all of these little Creed bastards did the same fucking thing.”
A/N: Oh my gosh, this fic XD I don’t even know. Like honestly, I just chose one of the ones that I started writing at random and finished it. I probably should’ve went with the Jacob one but here we are. XD
Time was nothing more than an endless void, every sound, every movement, every smell, everything, nothing more than an annoyance. Nothing seemed to be allowing you to rest, your eyes snapping open at the uncomfortableness. Instead of the grimy, dark walls you’d gotten accustomed to, a brilliant light assaulted your eyes. You were expecting the constant drip of rainwater seeping through a leak in the roof, instead hearing the soft clatter of porcelain being placed back onto a wooden table.
The man in front of you was wearing a soft smile, hands clasped elegantly behind his deep blue cloak. Had you not known who he was, you might’ve thought he was friendly. Alas, you did know him. Even if a thousand years passed, you’d recognize those grey eyes anywhere. They were boring into you, looking past your physical appearance and into your very soul. Like the clouds on a stormy day, they were bringing you nothing but gloom, your curiosity turning into a scowl.
“Haytham.” You all but growled, casting your eyes away from his familiar form.
“(Y/N).” He greeted you not unlike how one would an old friend, something that grated on your nerves. How could he do that? He was not your friend. A few moments ticked by, the air filled with heavy silence. You were much too busy with your anger to pay him any heed, your thoughts only fueling the fire. “I believe a show of gratitude would be nice.” You couldn’t stop the curt chuckle that left your lips, your fiery eyes zeroing back in on him.
“A show of gratitude? For what?” You taunted, arms crossing across your chest in a show of annoyance. And annoyed you were.
“Saving your life.” He stated, accent as immaculate as ever.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” You said mockingly, your legs and arms dropping down in a sloppy curtsy. “My greatest thanks, Haytham. You saved my life just so you could take it instead.” You spat, glaring at him. You no longer saw the grey eyes that continued to haunt your dreams, your eyes only seeing red.
“I am not going to take your life.” He was as patient as ever, looking for all the world like your anger didn’t bother him the slightest. And didn’t that just piss you off. You took two steps at a time, grinding your teeth together. You wanted to hurt him, to hit him, to… kiss him? Your steps faltered momentarily, your mind berating itself for THAT particular thought. To stave off the strange feelings plaguing you, you jabbed one finger into his sturdy chest.
“If you’re not going to kill me, let me go.” You ground out, pushing clenching one hand to restrain yourself from punching him.
“I will,” he paused, smiling ever so gently. “Once I am assured that you won’t run off and get yourself killed anyways.”
“Let me go.” You stated again. Haytham’s eyes flashed, an obvious sign of his patience wearing thin.
“If you wa-”
“Let. Me. Go.” You practically shouted, wanting nothing more than to return to your home. You’d been gone for so long, captured by a regiment of bloodthirsty redcoats. Had Haytham not taken you away, you had no doubt that you would be dead. But you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of that. Not after the years that he’d sat there and lied to you. You joined the Brotherhood, you’d taken the oath, and you trained every day. Even with all of that, you still were too blinded by your feelings for Haytham to realize that he was the enemy. He wasn’t who he said he was and your damn heart wouldn’t let you see what your mind was telling you the whole time; Haytham wasn’t your friend and he sure as hell wasn’t your lover. He was manipulating you and you let him. You’d rather die than let him do it again.
“No,” he whispered harshly, pushing your back forcefully against the wall as his body loomed ominously above your own. You were trapped between the wall and him, your mind cursing you for your lapse in concentration.
“Then kill me.” You yelled, shoving at his chest. He caught your hands, forcing you back even closer to the wall than before. Even with you pressed up against the wall, there was only an inch between you and Haytham.
“No,” he repeated, grey eyes shining with a foreign emotion. He didn’t seem angry, instead almost… sad? Why would he be sad? A soft finger traced your jaw, gaze intently following the movements. You didn’t breathe, too shocked by the change of emotion. “I will never hurt you.” He spoke so quietly, you weren’t even sure he said it, his actions betraying nothing.
“Haytham,” you breathed, wishing that you’d push away, flee, do something other than watch him. But you couldn’t, his expression alone pinning you to the spot. He was so hesitant, so unsure, so unlike himself. Before you could question it, he dropped his head into the crook of your neck, his arms coming around your waist to hold you against him. Hot breath caressed your bare skin, the feel of his eyelashes fluttering closed against you almost too much to bear.
“I missed you.” He whispered, his voice so fragile. You could feel the anger drain out of you, being replaced with something much sweeter as your arms wrapped around his neck, one hand running through his hair beneath his hat.
“Why are you doing this?” You questioned aloud, not really meaning to ask him. You were asking yourself. However, he answered.
“Because it hurt too much leaving you the first time, I’m not going to do it again.” Each syllable rolled off his tongue smoothly, his accent like music to your ears.
“And I’m just to trust you?” A strange sensation skittered down your spine at his gentle laughter, his hold temporarily tightening around you.
“Even if I were to say yes, we both know you wouldn’t believe me.” Your lips twitched up in a smile. He was absolutely right. You’d come much too far to trust him without question. Hell, you probably wouldn’t trust him even with question. But you’d also come much too far to deny anyone a second chance. If Achilles had allowed you to return to the Brotherhood after everything with Haytham, why shouldn’t you allow Haytham to redeem himself? After all, the only thing at stake was your heart, and that seemed to annoy you most of the time anyways.
Reggae music has had a long and rich relationship with the African continent. Rastafari teaches that Africa, specifically Ethiopia, is the Zion of Scriptures.
Reggae has been criticized for a somewhat idealistic view of Africa, but what critics often fail to appreciate is the depth of political interest reggae artists, both Rastafarian and not, had in African politics. Reggae musicians were at the forefront of criticism of Apartheid and the colonial repression and wars in Rhodesia, Mozambique, Namibia, and Angola. This explains, in part, how much the music has been embraced on the continent, with Africa producing some of the genre’s finest singers, many of whom are also included on this mix.
This mix is divided into the themes of Africa as a motherland, African identity, repatriation, African sufferation, freedom and revolution in Africa, the pride and beauty of Africa, and, finally, the Uniting of Africa.
Tracklisting: 1) Rocky Dawuni - African Reggae Fever 2) Bushman and Buju Banton - Mama Africa 3) Peter Tosh - Mama Africa 4) Sugar Black - Mama Africa 5) Anthony B - Oh Mama Africa 6) Beres Hammond - Motherland 7) Gyptian - Mama Africa 8) General Gbekai - Mama Africa 9) Takana Zion and Sizzla - Mama Africa 10) Buju Banton, Anthony B, and Garnett Silk - Mama Africa 11) Garnett Silk - Mama Africa 12) Johnny Clarke - African Roots 13) Clint Eastwood - African Roots 14) Alton Ellis - African Descendents 15) Peter Tosh - African 16) Culture - Humble African 17) The Abyssinians - African Race 18) Linval Thompson - Natty African 19) Heptones - African Child 20) Aswad - African Children 21) Prince Far I - Black Man Land 22) Lone Ranger - Step It Inna Africa 23) U Roy - Jah Son of Africa 24) Prince Alla - Last Train to Africa 25) Gaylads - Africa We Want to Go 26) Dennis Brown - Africa We Want to Go 27) Earl 16 - Going to Africa 28) Buju Banton - Til I’m Laid to Rest 29) Freddie McGregor - Africa Here I Come 30) Capleton and Uplifter - Africa Bound 31) Morgan Hertiage - Africa Here We Come 32) Johnny Osbourne - Mama Africa 33) Luciano and General Pecos - Back to Africa 34) Linval Thompson - Africa We Want to Go 35) Alton Ellis - Back to Africa 36) Junior Kelly - Africa Bound 37) Horace Andy - Africa 38) Dennis Brown - Promised Land 39) Dennis Brown, Damian Marley, and Nas - Land of Promise 40) Junior Byles - A Place Called Africa 41) Sugar Minott - Africa is the Black Man’s Home 42) Richie Spice - Motherland Calling 43) Sizzla - Africa Prepare 44) Tarrus Riley - Africa Awaits 45) Aswad - Back to Africa 46) Tenor Saw - African Children 47) Burning Spear - African 48) Steel Pulse feat. Tiken Jah Fakoly - African Holocaust 49) Johnny Diamond - African Song 50) Burning Spear - Cry Blood Africans 51) Bob Marley and the Wailers - War 52) Pentateuch - Struggles of Africa 53) Jimmy Cliff - War A Africa 54) Alpha Blondy - Bloodshed in Africa 55) Tiken Jah Fakoly - Africa Want to Be Free 56) I Roy - African Continent 57) Rupert Reid - Africa Shall Be Free 58) Hugh Mundell - Africa Must Be Free by 1983 59) Horace Any - African Liberation 60) Twinkle Brothers - Free Africa 61) Mighty Diamonds - Free Africa 62) Yabby You - Free Africa 63) Warrior King - Africa Shall Be Free 64) Queen Ifrica - Calling Africa 65) Jay Boys - African People 66) Half Pint - Freedom Fighter 67) King Kong - Moving on the African Border 68) Tiken Jah Fakoly - African Révolution 69) Natural Black - Beautiful Place 70) Stephen Marley and the Cast of Fela - Made in Africa 71) Buju Banton - African Pride 72) Ismael Isaac - Children of Africa 73) Ranking Joe - Africa 74) Tony Rebel - Africa 75) Earl Zero - African People 76) Nasio Fontaine - Africa We Love 77) Mykal Rose - Oh Africa 78) Desmond Dekker and the Aces - Pretty Africa 79) Gregory Isaacs - Beautiful Africa 80) Nasio Fontaine - African Spirit 81) Damian Marley and K'NAAN - Africa Must Wake Up 82) Black Uhuru - World is Africa 83) Lucky Dube - Together As One 84) Askia Modibo - La Paix En Afrique 85) Majek Fashek - African Unity 86) Bob Marley and the Wailers - Africa Unite