Mar 29, 2014
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—⋨❦⋩"So---you too are an assassin?"
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Altaïr is actually self-conscious about his body. Some may believe it is because of the scars that cover his body from the several battles and fights that he’s been in, but it has to do a lot with that ‘anonymous’ feeling he urges for. Rarely does he ever let down the hood of his outfit to fully show his face, let alone be seen even half-naked. The Assassin doesn’t like the idea of being open to the world— he was taught to stay anonymous and secret.
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Clay crossed his arms and looked at Desmond with a smug smile, brows raised. After regarding him for a few moments, he took long strides to close the distance between them. Taking his face in his hands roughly and chuckling inches away from his lips, he muttered, "Pucker up, princess."
The kiss was confident, playful, and brief. He pulled away with a laugh and dropped his hands to his sides. A shit-eating grin was plastered on his face.
"Goodbye."
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{Voicemail; 11:16 PM - Desmond Miles} I never met you, Desmond Miles, but you know of me. You lived as me, and you learned from me. I am Altair, and you are my descendant, Desmond. Sadly I die now, before getting to know you. Your father gave me this number, before you worry; he truly wants the best for you. Safety and peace, Desmond, and hopefully you can do more in this war than I was able to.
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The man had distinct features, the hood, the hidden blade mounted on his wrist. But some way in the pit of his own stomach, Connor felt like he knew the man already. "What branch of the Brotherhood are you from?" inquired the Native American Assassin
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