The Assassins... They gave me a purpose.

“You do that a lot, I had to learn sooner or later.” Evie teased him a bit. She sensed that he didn’t like hearing about their near deaths so she ran a hand through his hair. “Well, I have to say the same. But, that’s all in the past now.”

Arno couldn't help but chuckle softly, his head shaking slightly as he rubbed at his chin. "S'pose I do." The Parisian really did not like hearing either his girlfriend nor his best mate in near death scenarios. It was all too much really. As her fingers found their way into his hair, he smirked softly. "It really is, isn't it. Figuratively and literally." He smiled as he cupped Evie's face in his hand.

“Mm, it is right.” Over time, Evie has been more and more able to understand Arno’s French. Not enough to speak it, but enough to know what he’s saying. “We wanted to take different routes to get to where we wanted to be, both of us very nearly died in the end. But, that’s all in the past now. We’re as close as ever now.”

Arno couldn't help but smile, Evie was learning his native tongue. "I love that you're starting to understand me when I slip into French." He worded briefly, leaning forward as he pulled his girlfriend into his lap. His arms remained wound around her as he listened to her speak. However when Evie mentioned that they had nearly died, his grip tightened around her and a frown formed upon his face. "I'm rather glad you didn't. I wouldn't have you in my life nor Jacob to mess with."

“Indeed, it was. Queen Victoria, a surprisingly nice woman.” Evie shrugged. She let her head drop down on the couch and grimaced at the memories of their falling out. “Mm, though falling out would be a tame way of putting it. We nearly went our separate ways.”

"She must have been. I don't know many rulers that have had the privilege to have eras named after them or a style, n'cest pas? (isn't that right)" He smiled comfortingly as he watched her head fall back against the couch, "I don't mean to provoke horrible memories, I just cannot imagine you two apart, but then again your personalities are very polar opposite." He added but fell silent and listened to her speak again, his fingers threading throughout her hair. "I'm sorry that you two have nearly separated. That must have been an awful feeling."

Evie listened as he spoke, one of her hands eventually found its way to his hair as a way to comfort him. The assassin then smiled at his compliments of her. “Nineteenth century England was quite the spectacle, to be quite honest. In these times, people are calling it the Victorian Era, the Industrial Revolution. It was fine, with it’s few flaws as every country has. Then, Crawford Starrick and his gangs of Templars and Blighters took over London, most of it anyway. They were just missing seats in Parliament and the assassination of the Queen.” She explained, a scowl on her face as she recounted the memories of Starrick and his gangs.

When her hand had run throughout his hair, Arno did find some solace within her gentle touch before taking her hand within his own. As she spoke, he brought her hand to his lips and placed a soft kiss there.

Against all odds, Evie Frye was relaxing. She sat contently on the couch with her legs draped over her boyfriend’s lap as they tried to make sense of television programs. After a while, she grew bored of the nonsense and turned it off.

Arno was quite content with the mundane lifestyle he had seemingly fallen into. With Evie's legs draped over his lap, he gently massaged her ankles as he stared blankly at the television until his girlfriend had turned it off. Naturally his gaze shifted to the beautiful Evie Frye.

“what are you doing?” carl said, his brows furrowing when he saw someone near his sister, whom was playing in the sandbox at a local park. “don’t touch her.” he said, his brotherly instincts kicking in as he swatted a hand away before he scooped the small girl up in his arms. he walked off with her, only to go straight into another person. “shit. sorry. it looked like someone was trying to grab my sister and i… panicked. wasn’t watching where i was going.”

To be fair, Arno wasn't exactly watching where he was going either. It was hard for him to accept that there weren't any Templars and no one to protect. The Parisian was in the midst of studying the treeline when he felt someone bump into him and that was when he finally broke concentration and locked eyes with the teenager. "Don't be, it's okay." He replied as he glanced to the playground then back to the younger man and his little sister. "Anyone would be just as flustered." He remarked before glancing between the two. "Are you two alright though?"

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