In Name Only by EtoileCyberPrima

Summary: It's the figure of her father, that reminds her of everything else she is that he is strikingly not.

Fandom: Assassins Creed III: Liberation

Disclaimer: All figures belong to Ubisoft.


It's a lingering memory, one that brings with it the same exact emotions of stark contrast as it did years ago in her childhood. Perhaps not perception but feeling. It's strange, to completely relive ones own memories. And what's even stranger is the fact that despite her young age she knew that it was never her choice to decide. Fate would play its own games, destiny running with open arms welcoming her.

It was and still is suffocating.

Innocence ironically a virtue that could be tarnished and smeared so easily was the one thing that had kept her going. Her excited-able wide eyes ceaselessly twinkling with anticipation towards a wooden door much taller that herself; endowed with a knob that her petite fingers could barely wrap around. It looked down at her often and so with patience she never knew she could posses, the dark-skinned child sat wordlessly in the middle of the room facing the entrance, knowing that it would open once it tired from being so uptight.

And she would never tire, no matter how long it took. A quality the girl intrinsically knew was not merely from herself alone. Relentless in her action, no matter how unmoving it was.

Suddenly a masculine figure would tower over her, a shadow covering her and two thirds more before stooping down, blue eyes penetrating her murky brown. For a moment, time would sit unmoving with them for thousands seconds more. A deep silence enshrouding them, covering them, as they gazed eye to eye.

Just as she sensed qualities within her own self, just as she knew the doors would open dutifully no matter what day it was. Aveline knew that despite everything this man was her father. Slowly and surely she would break into a smile, so bright only his eyes matched them.

Yet upon breaking eye contact and looking downwards did she feel the presence of realization loom over her. The sight of his larger hand tenderly clutching over hers in a restrained embrace.

It was the first time she ever realized that yes, truly there was a difference.

For moments like this were not meant to be seen.

The stark contrast of skin; light against dark. Black against white. She should not have seen those things.

And yet she did.

Aveline de Grandpre' knew she was two cups half full. Despite the reserved care and love in his presence, her smile dimmed half as bright like the colour of her eyes as she squeezed.

Owari.

Something small as a gear up to fast against the incessant need that will be pecking at my mind for months to play this game. I was going to make this so much bigger, but sometimes there's more power with fewer words. Not to mention I usually don't like to write about things that are not yet out because I like to write as close to the character as possible.