#theapparentheir

Darim [ @theapparentheir​ ]

              He’d been improving, broken though the fever, and begun to heal, had even reached a point where they could walk around the battlements together, let him take in the fresh air, and see with his own eyes, how all was well, outside of his sickbed. She’d thought he had been out of the woods, but now. Here he is, pale as a sheet, hair clinging to him. and unable to keep down, what little remains within his stomach.               The Doctor has ordered that the window remained Closed, and that he had expressed how this was the body’s attempt at Purging Excess Yellow Bile, that her husband was too ambitious and too hot-headed and now his body, tried to bring itself into balance. He should eat plenty of Cold & Moist foods.  Darim had also been given a Tonic, which was meant to settle his stomach further, but when ever she fed it to him, it would be returned to her within seconds. 

The crisp parchment wrinkled under the pressure of the doctor's fingertips as he worried away at its edges. His steps were lite as he made his way into the illustrious estate of a one Maria Thorpe. Edgar was not a callous man but seeing the wealthy socialites of the district all gathered under one roof whilst a pandemic loomed made his hands bawl into fists. His warnings of social distancing seemed to fall on deaf ears around here while the Pembroke's capacity was set to burst by the end of next summer.

However he had put himself in this position, vowing to attend the gathering in hopes of speaking with Mrs. Thorpe himself. She seemed to be a level-headed and generous woman; Edgar hoped that tonight he could get more than just the usual blank checks and thankfulness for all his colleague's hard work. As he approached, the doctor shoved his invitation deep into his coat pocket and cleared his throat before speaking.

“Now that I think about it, it is only my sister and I here that were born into the Brotherhood...well I don’t know about La Volpe.” Ezio added that to the end as he remembered his ally. He knew little about Volpe but he knew perhaps more than most others did.

“Even then, we had no idea of our family’s history until after my father and brothers’ execution. When I inherited it and learnt from my uncle. It is a little different from your experience, it seems.” Though he knew little of Darim’s experience so far.

Ezio sat with Darim by the fire in Tiber Island, in this reminiscing sort of mood. He could speak about things like this now in ways that he could not in his youth. Not without feeling emotion tighten on his throat like a vice. Or without raising his blood pressure in anger. It still hurt even now, but there was enough distance that the pain was bearable. Claudia seemed to be the same in this.

@theapparentheir​ said: Do you gravitate toward certain characters? MUN QUESTIONS | ACCEPTING

@theapparentheir​ said: ❛ have you ever lost someone? ❜ HIT’ EM WHERE IT HURTS SENTENCE STARTERS | ACCEPTING

Élise hesitates for a moment. Both of her parents died, but now that she’s in a completely different era because of Germain and the Sword of Eden, she feels like she lost pretty much EVERYONE she once cared for. She wishes she could at least tell Arno that she’s safe, but she can’t. She’s trapped there, and she feels lonely because she doesn’t belong here at all.

@theapparentheir​ asked: is there anything i can do to help? (for Claudia)

&. 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. | Accepting

Claudia looked around at all the bodies and just had to take a moment before she could even answer him. Ezio was already out hunting down who did this, but now she was left with the aftermath. Surely she should be feeling something but right now she felt numb.

“I suppose you could help me clear away the bodies? I don’t want any more of my girls seeing this than already have. Thank you.” The girls had been ushered away to seek comfort and treatment if they were man-handled.

“Welcome to the ancestral seat of the Auditore family and the Italian Assassin Brotherhood. There is a lot of history and prosperity in this little town.” Mario told the man, leading him down the main street of the town to the marbled steps, where the assassin insignia lay hidden in plain sight in the artistry of that wall. The lantern-lit streets were bare, only the small brothel busy and everyone else asleep. Perfect for conversations like these.

@theapparentheir​ said: ❛ i just wanted to make sure you’re okay. ❜ SOFT AND SWEET SENTENCE STARTERS | ACCEPTING

No she wasn’t doing that fine. She was now trapped in a new time period, far from everything and everyone she had ever known. But she needed to stay STRONG, to find her place here. It was easier to think this way than to actually do it, though.