haytham didn’t get easily lost, but somehow he’d managed to get himself spectacularly off the map. he blamed the layout of the city and the whole unfamiliarity of it all. the things that glowed by themselves were especially distracting and there were all these…things that other people seemed to enjoy interacting with. it made his head spin to try and figure out what any of the things surrounding him were, so he tried focusing on the map he’d picked up somewhere during this whole debacle.
but finally, finally, he reached and scaled the building his son had indicated. as he pulled himself over the edge and stood, he found that the city and all its lights was oddly charming against the dusk.
dusting himself off, he makes his presence known. “Hello Connor.”
His belatedness wasn’t due to losing himself within the city or taking down a group of thugs for a price. Rather, it was a search for a body of water. Blue irises scanned the city for hours only to come to the final conclusion that there is not, in fact, any sort of large water sources any where near Hive City. He wanted so desperately to sail again, to feel the salty air against his skin. Hell, at this point, he didn’t care if there were ships to plunder — he just needed to sail. Obviously that wasn’t going to happen any time soon.
With a grunt, Edward pulled himself over the ledge of the building he was told to meet Connor and Haytham. The two were already waiting there; for how long he wasn’t entirely sure. Nonetheless, the show would carry on.
He approached the two, a natural smirk crowning his lips. “Haytham. Connor,” he greeted with a nod.Why his son and a near-stranger would ask to meet him here was beyond him.
he had taken a seat, long legs dangling over the edge of the building as he observed dusk overtaking the city. while it could not compare to the skyline of the frontier, it was oddly enchanting, the brights fires that lit up the vast city skyline; these lights chased away the stars that once dimly lit up the night sky, a disappointment for the native american assassin. the stars were one of the more beautiful aspects of the night sky, second only to the moon and it's pale shining light.
" Father. " amber-brown optics glanced at the grandmaster as he made his presence known before darting back to the glowing numbers that signaled the current time. these numbers confirmed it: his father took an extraordinary amount of time to show himself, as if he had better things to do than appease his estranged son by actually showing up on time-- which would be completely understandable, if they were not currently separated from their world.
connor made no move to face his father and merely rested his elbows on his knees, eyes focused to the futuristic skyline before them both. " Finally decided to show up? Do not tell me the great Grandmaster has fallen victim to a city. " he speaks as if hive city was simple to understand. it was a beast all in it's own - more complex than any colonial city he had laid eyes upon, and yet, it inspired more wonder than boston ever had.
the native assassin finally tore his eyes away from the city skyline with the arrival of edward, turning to face both of them without ever getting up from his perch. why his father would invite a near stranger to accompany him was beyond him. he offered edward no words, but a nod of acknowledgement before turning his attention back towards his father, giving him a look of confusion before his eyes darted back to edward, and then back to haytham.
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