#arsonwitch

starter call   :   @arsonwitch​ .

just another day (s) in the PaCifIC rIM ! ! !

❛  so,  the  council  actually  sent  someone  ?  and  not  because  greenie’s  been  askin’  for  aid  over  the  past  few  months,  but  because  the  kids  of  ethan  frye  decided  to  take  action  into  their  own  hands  ?  ❜   it’s  been  rattling  in  his  head  for  some  time  now  -  since  scarlett  arrived,  really  -  and  jacob  catches  himself  thinking  out  loud.  IT  MAKES  SENSE  ----  what  else  did  he  expect  from  the  council  ?  they  had  been  nothing  but  incompetent  since  the  templar  take-over  of  london.   ❛  and  you’re  here  to  what,  make  sure  we  behave  ?  ❜   he  asks,  though  the  question  isn’t  meant  to  be  taken  seriously.  

       “THOSE DEMONS SEEM SO small. They’re the same one’s I fought in all my nightmares, and conquered in my dreams.” 

Grinning, he covered her eyes as he helped her, walking into their home. He had fixed it up while she was still on the ship. He wanted this place to be just for them and their family. He already knew that he wanted to be with her forever and have a family with her. He knew, she felt the same. Pressing a kiss to her neck, he grinned against her ear lobe. “Ready?” He whispered before gently letting his hands drop to show off their home.

      Oops, caught red-handed with her fingers in a coat that wasn’t rightly hers. It was rare that most paid attention to her, but it seems she’s been rumbled. With a small and very innocent raise of her hands, Anne sheepishly half-turns her head towards her. “Don’t suppose I could convince’y that this coat is actually mine?”     /    @arsonwitch​.

   EZIO IS TORN ; he has tried to ignore his birthdays since the death of his Uncle - celebrating them had seemed rather frivolous , given everything that has happened but when he sees her there on the balcony , a small table set up with food & wine and what is quite obviously a present sitting on her lap ; IT’S HARDER TO TURN A BLIND EYE. Scarlett quite obviously wants to take note of today - despite the fact he’d rather bury it deep deep down. Had it been anyone else , Ezio might have apologised and excused himself but he finds himself lingering in the archway. “Amore mio.” His voice is soft - his lips crinkling in a smile. He makes his way towards her ; slipping into the seat opposite. A MEMORY FLICKERS IN HIS MIND - the last birthday they had celebrated at Monteriggioni where they had felt safe.                        “I.........i did not think we would be doing anything today.” The assassin confesses , pulling his hood back so she might gaze upon his face. THE SUN HAS ONLY JUST RISEN ; his favourite breakfast foods before him and the smile on her face is enough to put a smile back on his own. PERHAPS IT WOULD NOT BE SO BAD ; to take a day to themselves.  He reaches across the table for her hand. “Thank you.” He murmurs. The genuine gratitude plain in his tone by the way it cracks with emotion.