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ASSASSIN’S CREED: ODYSSEY “You’re brave. Beautiful. And if I had to guess, I’d say you have the blood of the Gods coursing through those veins.”
Assassin’s Creed Odyssey
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The day was LEAVING, and it appeared that his daughter’s patience with this was too.
Though, there was no room for MISTAKE, she had a strength to her that would make a fine warrior one day. It was something he saw and tried to foster when he could, trying to help train and hoped she would eventually hold that power on her own one day. However…well, she was still young, and it was very clear in the moment when her movements became SLUGGISH and the reluctance to keep going was becoming hard to miss, despite his slight pushing.
He could almost HEAR Myrinne in his head at that–it was enough for the day. It could be a lesson for another time.
“…Come, Kassandra,” he said, a (somewhat feigned) reluctance to his voice before Nikolaos was bending down and taking the training stick from her before picking her up, resting her against his side before starting to make his way back toward the house. Though, it wasn’t too long before a touch of amusement fell into his expression, giving her a soft smile.
“There will come a day where a great warrior such as yourself will not have your pater to carry you home from battle like this.”
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It felt like a story as old as TIME in his mind, something that happened again and again throughout his life.
Dutch would get into a new area, bright-eyed and convinced of the opportunity whatever short lived anonymity this new place gave him. However, it really was just that: FLEETING. They were too big, too many personalities. Eventually someone would make too much noise, their crimes would catch up, they would catch suspicious looks from locals and law officials, and it would be time to move on again. Arthur found the life one WORTH living while he was younger, coming from a place where he didn’t have familiar faces or even a solid place to sleep each night.
However, he was…growing TIRED. It seemed like Dutch might be seeing that at the moment himself, talking about buying some land out west. Arthur was uncertain, but he trusted the older man’s judgement.
Moving his time felt different on a more personal front, however.
Arthur didn’t really know WHAT to make of his relationship with Kassandra. She was a…strange woman, out of touch in a way and yet very intuitive in other ways. A friendship had been very quick to form, Arthur picking it up through him trying to teach her to shoot. He wasn’t sure how useful she found it, nor was he sure if he’d pick up on her own preferred fighting style, much as she tried to teach him a thing or two. It eventually did settle beyond that, CREEPING up on him during quiet moments and mutual understanding–a closeness. Now, calling it just a friendship was hard, it was HEAVIER than that. He started thinking of her in a familiar way, something more than just someone he ran into from time to time, a little beyond that of a close friend. A sweet as the thoughts were, it brought about dread. He had seen how this played out before.
It hadn’t settled in the same way like it did with Mary, but the feelings were similar to what they were early on with her. Really, Mary was a reason he didn’t want to acknowledge it, knowing how that ended. How everything ended with Eliza and Issac did, too. Yet…well, it had been years. Mary had gotten married, moved on. No letters and probably the assumption he had, too.
It was a CONFLICTING feeling, one that settled in the tight fist of his free hand and an almost frustrated scratching at the stubble on his cheek as he explained the situation to her. He told her the name she could write to him under, but he had no idea where they were headed. Further west to look at this land that got Dutch’s interest, and where that would leave them after. Yet, that wasn’t really the end of his FRUSTRATIONS. There was a bit of a back and forth in his mind–he wanted to let her in, yet that familiar voice was telling him that he KNEW how this would end. He wanted to tell her what’s going on in his head–wanted to just keep her at a distance.
Yet, it was some closing of a physical distance that seemed to push thought into action. A lingering silence just seemed to push forward an urge, one that MIGHT help him to explain where he was at. Yet, the thought of that explanation didn’t linger too much with Arthur shifting to cup the side of her jaw, leaning in to close the distance. The kiss was a little hesitant at first, possibly unsure, before he was pressing his lips against her own solidly.
He leaned into the gesture, relishing in the familiar yet wholly different feeling that had been lacking for quite some time. Holding her face in his hands for a few drawn out moments as he held the kiss, letting a part of him lift at finally taking a step forward before it came CRASHING back down with a familiar hiss in the back of his mind. THE HELL’RE YOU DOIN’, YOU DAMN FOOL?
“Ah, shit–I…” he cursed, stepping back as a part of him was scrambling to pull that wall back up, “I’m sorry, I weren’t thinkin’. Ain’t sure what got into me. Damn it.”
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“O-Oh… You’re… wearing different clothes.”
He’s far more accustomed to her usual wardrobe (not that there was anything wrong with it beforehand. she styled herself well usually.), and any sort of spontaneous change was more than enough to catch him mildly unaware. He doesn’t comment any further, though– mainly because he knew it’d yield him yet another awkward conversation he’d have to gradually weasel himself out of.
By this point, he’s learned that it’s just not worth the effort.
“… Ah, uh… right, my apologies. I hate to take up so much of your time–” that’s partially a lie; he just didn’t want to be here for long lest his pride falter any further, “–I’m just… Well, I have a question…?”
In his hand, he’s holding a flip phone (he’s gotten to the point of regularly using it, but it’s still a bit of an anomaly for him overall. he’s not sure he’ll ever grow entirely comfortable with it, but he’s certainly trying.) with the other hovering awkwardly over it. His eyes flew from side-to-side, uncertain if this was even enough of a problem for him to approach her about in the first place.
There’s a few things about this situation that’s bothering him, but he tries not to voice them. It’s better that way.
“Rohan… I mean– my… housemate…? He’s been using all sorts of, um, abbreviations in his…” he trailed off, keeping his mouth open for a few seconds before his eyes close. It’s almost as if he’s embarrassed to simply have come this far in the first place. “… He’s been doing these things in his texts – if that’s what you call them – where he abbreviates seemingly… randomly?”
It’s then he thinned his lips to a tight line, rubbed them together, before he huffed out a sigh.
“I’m wondering if you’d… know– what they’d mean, that is.”
AWKWARDNESS BECOMES THIS ONE, so it would seem. For with a single, steady blink in his very direction, Kassandra would then cast her eyes down to her own attire. Giving it a once over, before returning her attention back to him. The dawning of a GOOD-HUMOURED GRIN would begin to make its way upon her scarred lip, as all she did then was chuckle softy in response. Having grown somewhat accustomed to his mild mannerisms, so quick was she to regard it as his own way of greeting her then.
“... So I am!” She wouldn’t leave it at that, however. Raising her arms ever so slightly into the air itself, a she offered him and anyone else nearby a clearer view at the outfit that she had chosen for herself that day. “MUJI had a sale the other day, and I must admit that I was not able to resist.” For once, she was out of her rather formal-looking suit. As she resigned herself to comfortable cardigan and pair of trousers. With the STAFF OF HERMES TRISMEGISTUS itself safely transformed away into a discreet little pendant around her very neck, it would seem that Kassandra had been ready to enjoy a quiet afternoon all to herself.
But, with that said, Kassandra would then finally nod as she allowed him to carry on. Knowing that this was not his reason for being here, and that he didn’t seem like the sort who would want to stick around for long. Holding back the urge to fold her arms or rest her knuckles against her sides as she normally did, she knew that it wasn't the most polite thing to do around others these days... Only to instead rest her elbow against the doorframe itself, as she quietly listened to what he had to say.
"... Ah." She had nearly chuckled again then, upon realising what it was that he had meant. For that was certainly QUITE the way of explaining it to her. Regardless, she was more than happy to help. Having fortunately quickly adapted to the ways of phone text messaging itself. They certainly could get a little frustrating. But then again-- it was not as if Kassandra would give her own phone number to just anyone.
She would notice then that he had yet to make any move in showing her his phone screen, still concealing most of it with his other hand. Causing the woman to wonder then over why he hadn’t instead asked his roommate about this, instead of her. Seeing as they did seem to appear CLOSER, would it not have been less embarrassing for him than seeking aid from the likes of her? Someone whom he so clearly viewed as a STRANGER in comparison? “... I am familiar with some of them, yes. But, I will have to see them before I can tell you what they mean, no?”
