Disclaimer: Not mine, technically I do *own* Altair.
A/N: Doubleleaf has been kind enough to let me write these drabbles inspired by her art, please take a minute and go see her gallery. J
Inspired from "While you were sleeping" by doubleleaf.
He feels regret over many things, mostly mundane things. But never in his life did Altair feel regret so profound, so haunting, that it makes him want to kneel in pain in the safety of his room.
He cannot approach Malik, he wants to reach out and talk to him, tell him how sorry he is. He can't, last time he was in the same room as Malik he said something hurtful. Next time Malik glared at him the moment he sensed the demoted assassin, and if looks can kill...
So Altair resorts to his last card. Utilising his skills Altair sneaks at night, heading to heading to Malik's room. Stealthier than when on a mission, Altair looks around the room, eyes immediately draw to the pained figure on the bed, keeps looking at Malik for a minute before getting out his kit.
Every night Altair comes to Malik's room and every night he changes the bandages.
Malik knows what Altair is doing at night however comes morning Malik would still glare at Altair.