Liberté, Égalité, Fraternité!

me and leonardo baked sugar cookies.

                                  Bringing Death With A Smile

He was gentle with his touch, calloused fingers gingerly cupping around Arno’s hands in order to further examine the extent of these ‘cuts’ and ‘bruises’. He was never happy to see Arno wrapped up, but relieved to see the younger assassin on his feet, active.

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   ’ —- Been a while, hasn’t it? Still as old as I remember you. ‘

"And you are still as bulky as an Ox. It is good to have you back, mon frere."

”..Perhaps I do need more time to tone myself before leaving for another mission.”

"I will recover, ma chérie. I was simply too eager to return to my work, and in my haste, I made a foolish mistake. It will not happen again."

He wasn’t sure how to reacted to emile wanted to share something with him, only having been able to know the very vaguest of details about the other. Something that he had long picked up on and practiced himself but without missing a beat he responded. “Of course, you have heard me ramble and vent enough times, I would like glad to listen to what ever you wish to share.”

The older assassin's smile only grew, despite the weight on his mind for the information he planned to share. It had been locked up in the back of his mind, rotting away and discarded for so long, he wasn't at all certain how it would feel once let out into the open air. "..I will wait until we've sat down, if you don't mind."

Parisian-mun referring to the headcanon that Emile could have been Arno’s adopted father but mixed up the words. (via vivalarevolutionassassin)

Lydia gave a soft mewl in response, attempting to step off of Emile's shoulder and onto Arno's. She paused inbetween their shoulders, to rub her cheek against his face, causing Emile to become 'stuck', as he waited for his cat to finish crossing.