#codextober2023

Day 4 of @codextober

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The markings on you always garnered some unwanted attention from the crowds. Basim could see their eyes following your every move, but he always said they were your "tattoos."

At least there was some truth to that.

He had seen them glow in the dead of night when it's darkest, and it only led to him asking more questions about them.

Isu, you had called it. A vast civilization beyond the stars that only wanted to enlighten others. Strange how the young Hidden One always looked to you in admiration, but you knew deep down what the truth was.

Regardless of what you had told him, directly or indirectly to shield for his own protection, Basim felt set aside from the rest you conversed with. You trusted him. You only sought him out with this knowledge of yourself.

As guilty as any admission would be, he found himself absently tracing the intricate marks on your skin. It was a fascination how it pulsed with what felt like energy under his touch.

You welcomed his admiration but felt that pang of guilt deep within yourself whenever you left what is, and always was, his fate to be.

Day 7 @codextober // here ao3

SUMMARY: Dreams are not always pleasant and you can’t always escape the nightmares.

Their faces still haunted him at night. Sometimes the dreams were more vivid than others.

Frederico would be relentlessly teasing him about some Assassin training Ezio had gone through. If anything, Claudia would be joining in too or chastising their brother for his taunts.

Giovanni was praising his boy, or even sharing a loving kiss with Maria as if nothing had chest changed.

Sweet little Petruccio, in all his innocence, was just curious about all that happened in their family.

And maybe, if things were different, Cristina would be there as part of their family too.

When he awakes, Ezio doesn’t realize how much he had been crying in his sleep. It’s not until he feels your hands on his face wiping away the tears.

Day 1 of @codextober 2023!! Let’s go

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It was another one of those nights again. You could feel him tossing and turning next to you, the unintelligible words muttering into the night. Names that you had heard in ramblings whenever he came out of the Animus.

You flipped over to nudge him awake.

“Desmond?”

Another kick to your leg and you were alert, arms nudging him awake.

The names soon evolved more into more of his babblings in numerous languages: Arabic, Welsh, Italian, and many others.

You raised your voice just an octave more before Desmond awoke. Those brown eyes shot open with shock and he quickly sat up, the beads of sweat clinging to his forehead and shirt.

He looked at you, wide-eyed with the fear and confusion over taking his waking thoughts. The embarrassment began to creep through on his cheeks as he felt heated under your touch.

Stammering through his words and apologies for waking you, you just held onto him as his shoulders began to shake from the nightmares and what had been bottled up inside him for so long.

SUMMARY: Malik swore that you were nothing more than just his enemy.

Day 3 of @codextober // here and on ao3

The day that Altair brought you and the other young woman back, Malik knew it was nothing but trouble.

First off, you both were Templars! As an amusing second, the fact that both you and this Maria woman bested Altair in combat was enough to garner some amusement from Malik.

Still, he swore he would never warm up to you both. Especially you.

Some would say knowledgeable, but to him you were an arrogant know-it-all!

And you fighting? Ugh! It almost seemed as if you and Maria intentionally set up a spectacle with your sword dueling enough to where the rest of the other young novices gathered around to watch you two.

Dinner was also a whole affair too. Bantering back and forth over philosophies and the different ideologies, Malik felt that you only contradicted him just to get a rise out of him. It drove him crazy yet in the day time, he would search for any excuse just to talk to you. Even if it was only for bantering.

Though it was four of you to seat at the table every night, Altair and Maria would shift their eyes anytime you two interacted. Something of an old familiar reminder.

He swore he would never call you a true “friend”, but that changed on the day he regretted the most.

Those you had once called friends were now your enemies, and the former enemies were the only friends who defended you after the trap had been laid. It was a blade that was coming for Maria, but you took the hit instead.

It was a torturous three days to get you back home, and hopefully save your life. Malik could hear the panic in his voice as he watched over you, trying to steel his nerves as his chastising over why you were so careless evolved into begging.

Begging for his new friend, his companion in daily life to come back. Just a little while longer so he could at least have a battle of wits with you.

When you awoke one morning, you could see his exhausted form slumped over in the corner. Your whimpers of pain awoke him, rushing to your side to help you sit up.

"You were out for a few days. I'll find some water-."

You pulled his hand towards you in an attempt to plea.

SUMMARY: you come face to face with a living legend-myth

Also on ao3 // day 5 of @codextober

Allies with the Assassins came with more that what, or who, you could ever anticipate.

Mostly you were here to support Desmond. Both of you had escaped the hellhole that was called a “home” and practically welcomed anything that

You never anticipated to meet her. If Desmond was ever in the Animus, you explored around and poured over any ancient text or artifact that was tied to the Assassins.

Examining artifacts is where you first saw her. There was a power and sadness that surrounded this woman, a mercenary who had lived a thousand human lifetimes.

Whenever she spoke to you, it felt as if an unseen weight was being lifted from her shoulders.

Kassandra, was her name. To her, it rolled off your tongue perfectly and sounded a tad hit musical.

It meant “defender, warrior” but something told you she had enough of such struggles in one lifetime.

She was a gentle, calming presence to you and it may have seemed foolish at first, but you made it a habit speaking to her on the daily.

It was the most mundane of conversations to myths and stories from her time that made your eyes widen.

Day 2 of @codextober

SUMMARY: You take a much needed break with some surprising company.

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As part of his new works to transform the Order, Altair had called for the new installation of an additional Bureau along the tinier islands near Cyprus.

There were tall orders ever since he started to revamp the Order from top to bottom, and as a recent recruit you were honored to be a part of his efforts.

Having been part of the Brotherhood, you breathed a sigh of relief at receiving Altair’s letters. At least there would be one that you trusted the most who would never leave your side for this.

Preparations upon his return took underway as Altair could arrive any day.

One particular day just felt oddly labor less to you. Though your mind was preoccupied, you allowed yourself to take a much needed break before work took precedent again.

Sitting alongside the beaches, you let the wind blow through your hair. Eyes were closed as you afforded yourself this one piece of tranquility.

You couldn’t hear the footsteps behind you as the roar of the ocean took over. You didn’t hear the clink of his blades and sword as he sat next to you just as the sun began to set over the beach. But just as the day was ending, you opened them to see the most feared Assassin enjoying the same peace with you.

The relationship dynamic between you two was still a mystery. Just comrades? Friends? Or something potentially more than that?