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"Well," he smiled at her as he finished wiping off the counter. "I just put a sourdough in the oven. How about," he tossed the towel onto his shoulder as he made his way over to her and kissed her forehead. "How about we make some ensaïmadas together? We can have it with some coffee before I head out to the bakery."

Paloma never knew what to do with days off. Before Mati, she would still wake up early, and fill her day with trips, jobs, errands. Anything to make her feel like she wasn't wasting it, that she wasn't being perezosa.

"The trick won't work." Charlie added. "It's all tied to memory, they'd know it wasn't him."

The two shared a glance before Elizabeth nodded and Charlie spoke up. "With all due respect," he was talking about Kartik's parents at this point. "The brotherhood has lost its way. The world is evolving and is so are the Templars and how they operate. Instead of evolving along they're stuck in the past. Them casting you out is idiotic."

Elizabeth cut in, the two always synchronized in thought some how. Having grown up together on a compound since the age of five, the two just knew what the other was thinking. "Everyone knows Jayadeep," she preferred to use Henry's birth name over the British one that he had to take on. "Was a pacifist, just like you. But he was still just as useful and important as anyone else."

"We trust in both of you." Charlie added on. "We both have done everything and anything ," Elizabeth flinched slightly at that. "The brotherhood has ever asked of us but all it got us all no where. Every time a piece of eden is within our grasp, a templar always takes it from us. It's time we change the way things are done."

Elizabeth continued. "We start a new chapter. With the two of you as our leaders. Kartik, you know when mercy is needed. Nikki, you know when mercy is not an option. With the two of you leading us forward, we can find this new piece before anyone else."

The two stood there, serious and waiting.

The knife slowly lowered as they continued speaking, but she didn't trust them. Not completely. They were born into the creed. Lived and breathed its values. The two people that were tied together through love rather than obligation, they would be on the hitlist if no one else.

Marcel had just finished chasing a dead end on a case that Matias had assigned him and began to walk towards the Elephant and Castle station. Perhaps he could stop by that one bakery on the way back to the office, the goods there always lifted his spirits.

Crossing the street towards the station, he bumped into someone and apologized for it but as he turned around he realized that they had dropped something. Their wallet.

He also hadn't realised that the gentlemen who found the wallet was speaking to him at first. Only as he approached. "Hmm? Oh! Oh! Thank you, friend!" American. Did not see too many of them this way. Usually in Shoreditch, or central. The foreign ID card in the window pocket matched his face, all smiley even in a government issued ID.

There was nothing that drove him wilder than the sight below him. He loved her with all his heart and being, there was nothing that could keep him from her. With every thrust, every groan, sweat stuck to his skin but all he could think about was the love that they shared. That they had found and built together. His safe haven from the horrors that would come through his emergency room. From the pain of his past.

He knew that there was no stopping her when she wanted something when she was sober, in this state, she'd cry all the way home if he didn't get her the food. "Okay, okay." He chuckled as he held on tightly to her hand. "We'll get the nuggies but take them home, okay love? We need to get home and get you in bed soon." Carefully, he led her through the commuters towards the counter, which thankfully only one person was standing at. They wouldn't waste much time.

Pouring another full glass with his good hand he nursed it again. He didn't want to get wasted (it would take far more than 2 glasses of Padme's good whiskey for that anyway).

He decided to focus on her instead. He shouldn't stare at how small her hand looked against his arm, or how good it'd feel around his cock but he couldn't really help it now, could he? He shouldn't stare at her lips or how her forehead and nose scrunched up when she was focused. He certainly shouldn't stare at how her upper chest looked, peppered woth freckes and tiny drops of sweat. He'd run his tongue and lips all over that if he could and god knew he wanted, friendship with Adam be damned.

"Woo'd you?" He chuckled, a blush coming to his cheeks. Had he been that obvious? He didn't care at the moment as he saw that she plucked the card from the flowers. The little soccer ball that was his heart had began to deflate. thinking that perhaps he had screwed this all up somehow.

Though the next words she said had it thumping against his ribs. "Crystal, ma'am." He smiled as he was mesmerized by her writing and the way she moved the pen. What was wrong with him? How did he find her writing so attractive? Was he really this smitten? Was it just because she was from home and an artist as well?

No matter how far into enemy territory he went. No matter how much intel he obtained by pretending to be on Abstergo's side of things.

He would never be good enough.

He came from a legacy. One he wished he could cast off, why did Henry had to fall in love with Evie Frye, out of all assassins in the brotherhood. Now his name, his blood, it all meant more than what he could or couldn’t do. He was descendant of Evie and Henry. A reputation and a patrimony he could not run from.

Sitting next to the only other one that ever believed in him, he didn’t look at her as he spoke.

"I'd leave with you." Meeka would understand. Nikki's unwavering loyalty extended only to people rather than concepts. The creed would rather her cast out the love of her life than accept him for being pacifist. "It wouldn't be so bad then."

Finally finding a lull that allowed him to step away for a breather, instead of stepping outside for fresh air, he headed up to the floor Sunny was working at. Rather seeing her during this short break he had. Smiling instantly the moment he saw her. "Hey." He held up his phone for her to see.

But seeing Levi was the height of her day. "Hello~" She gave him a bright smile and reached into her pocket for a small wrapped chocolate without thinking about it. She gave him the chocolate while leaning down slightly to look at the phone. "Oh no, she's adorable! I'm glad she likes it, it really suits her!" It sat somewhere deep that she was able provide a trinket so treasured. When she could no longer be a doctor, she was still able to give something back.