#templarcrowned

send me a ❣ and I'll gauge my character's attraction to yours at this point in time.  /  accepting.

creed above all,  her fathers final words.   above her brother,  above herself.   had she been wiser,  maybe she wouldn’t have held his words so closer and believed it like gospel.   but sadly,  there was a naïvity in her that ran deeper then she truly understood.   that her father did not know everything  /  nor did the creed  /  nor did she.

donning a pearl necklace  &  a dress that hung heavy against her skin,  stripped free from her usual attire that bore the creed emblem  &  gave her a very unlady like appearance,  the edges of her boots graced into the green dragon.   hair pinned  &  tucked away,  presenting soft,  freckled skin.   fingers knotted into her skirt,  a vision in red she was.   the lies hidden in her appearance,  illusion of a young,  silly girl who was nervous about a crush   (  in reality,  a trained killer  &  manipulator  ).   many had fallen victim to believing that she was a soft  &  simple little girl.   grandmaster haytham kenway would be no different.

bare hands touch at his shoulder slightly,  worried eyes focused on his jawline.   ❛  excuse me,  sir ?  ❜

she pulls back slightly,  hands returning to fiddle with the fabric of her skirts  ;  teeth chewing at her bottom lip.   evelyn daniels,  baker.   EVIE FRYE,   member of the assassins creed.   she held both identities,  never slipping between them.   boston was a lie  &  when she brought it crumbling down,  the name EVIE FRYE would bring fear.   for now,  the lie of evelyn daniels would be enough.   hopefully.

❛                    i don’t wish you bother you,  but i was wondering           would you be willing to escort me somewhere ?   possibly this friday night,  say around seven ?  unless you have SOMEONE ELSE then i must apologize for my impoliteness.  ❜