I do not own any Assassin's Creed characters. However I do own Moira and have copyright on her.
"I know that you are around here somewhere," Jacob replied in a calm voice, "You can't hide from me."
He was on his toes as he scoured the back streets of Crawley near a park. His target was quick-witted and wily so they were not to be trifled with. There was no room for error on this mission. Dark brown orbs traced along the walls of buildings, the crowds and even the trees. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. This was not good and Jacob knew that. Moving into the park, he slowly continued to scan the area for his target, determined that he was going to win this round. Hearing rustling in the tree above, Jacob whirled around the looked up, ready for his attacker. Again there was nothing. He soon felt someone grab his sides, making his eyes go wide.
"Got you, Jacob!" the sultry voice giggled.
He quickly turned to see his lady love hanging upside down from the tree, giggling like a small child. Her brunette almost black hair was done up in braids and clips while her cerulean eyes sparkled with happiness. She was dressed in her assassin garb that was similar to his sister's but was a dark violet color. Jacob had a somewhat annoyed look on his face and crossed his arms as the small girl continued to giggle at him, "Too slow that time, love."
"Damnit, Moira," Jacob growled, "That's three times already."
"I've learned stealth quite well from Evie," Moira gloated as she swung a little from the branch.
"Cheap tricks," Jacob scoffed.
"Says the man that brawls to his heart's content," Moira jabbed playfully.
"I prefer a more direct approach, I'll have you know," Jacob replied proudly.
Moira's playful smile fell into a heartfelt one. She placed a hand upon his left cheek, gazing at him with admiration, "One of the reasons I fell for you."
Jacob returned the smile, "At least you're easy to woo."
Moira playfully slapped his arm which made Jacob laugh, "You know I am joking, love."
"I would hope so, Jacob Frye," Moira huffed then held her arms out to him, "Will you please help me down?"
"I thought the stealthy assassin was able to hold her own?" Jacob asked coyly with a large smirk.
Her eyes went wide then puffed her cheeks which only made the male assassin chortle. Jacob knew that Moira was playing cute which she did often, knowing he loved that about her.
He held his arms out to her, "All right, darling. I've got you."
Moira reached out to carefully place her hands on his shoulders then unwrapped her legs from the tree bough. Jacob easily caught her and held her bridal style as Moira's arms were securely wrapped around his neck. She looked back at him to see that his smirk still remained on his rough features.
"What?" Moira asked as she quirked a brow.
"You just so badly wanted to be in my arms?" Jacob asked.
Moira let out a small laugh then set her head against his, "Always, my love."
The corner of the fierce assassin's lips twitched up as she said that. He turned his head slightly to capture her lips in his. Moira gladly accepted the kiss as she made the kiss deeper. Jacob pulled away to look at her.
"Our little stroll certainly turned into something else," Jacob replied.
Moira felt her cheeks heat up a little, "Sorry about that, love."
"Not to worry," Jacob said setting Moira down then kissed her forehead, "I'm spending time with you."
Moira felt butterflies take flight in her stomach. Even though this man was ruthless and always gets in trouble but he certainly knew how to treat her like a lady and be a gentleman no matter what. They began to walk through the park as Moira held onto Jacob's right arm while her head rested on his shoulder. She felt him kiss her head which made her smile.
"Jacob," Moira spoke up softly.
"Yes, Moira dear?" Jacob asked as he continued to walk.
She closed her eyes then lightly nuzzled his shoulder, "I love you so much."
Jacob looked back down at Moira to see the content look on her soft face. He beamed at his future bride then stopped both of them in their tracks. Moira looked up at Jacob, wondering if she said something wrong. Though when her gaze fell onto Jacob, he had a soft expression and loving eyes. As he looked at her, Moira couldn't help but blush.
He placed a hand underneath her chin the gazed into her dark blue eyes, "I love you too. So very much. You're the best thing that has ever happened to me, Moira."
Moira could feel some tears nip at her eyes as he expressed his love for her. Jacob could see his lover's eyes get dewy to which he leaned in to place a chaste kiss upon Moira's pink lips. Moira placed her hands on his chest while returning his sweet liplock with more passion. He gratefully kissed her the same while bringing her into his arms.
"Ah, there are the two lovebirds right here," a familiar voice said.
Jacob and Moira parted to see the elder Frye twin approaching them. Evie was the complete opposite of her brother but their brains and brawn got them through missions. Moira saw Evie as her own sister since she never had siblings and didn't even have many only focused on her training as an assassin ever since she could talk. She knew how her fiancee and sister figure felt as their father trained them to be assassin's since they were born. She looked up to Evie and was trained stealth techniques by her. Evie also saw Moira as a sister and had respect for her as an assassin and as an individual.
"What are you doing here, Evie?" Moira asked, feeling her cheeks heat up in embarrassment.
"I'm afraid I have to part you two," Evie replied then turned to Jacob, "Westhouse has a job for both of us and we have to leave now."
Jacob sighed, "Always at the worst times."
He looked at Moira to see her somewhat pained face then felt her hand on his cheek, "Go, you don't want to upset Westhouse. Just be safe, Jacob."
"I promise," Jacob vowed then kissed her lightly before he parted to leave with his sister.
Moira heaved a sigh as she watched her fiancee leave. She knew that he was an incredible assassin but she still worried about him. Even when he came home from gambling and brawling, she would have to patch him up. She often lectured him about his reckless nature but she knew he didn't listen since Evie would say the exact same things. Though he toned it down considerably after one night when he came home battered to where it brough Moira to tears. She knew he cared about her feelings and didn't want to hurt her. She looked down at her engagement ring and could feel those familiar butterflies.
"All went according to plan? Hm?" Westhouse chastised as he looked at the Frye twins.
"There was a slight complication," Evie mentioned hesitantly.
"The lab exploded," Jacob butted in.
"Jacob!" Evie snapped.
"You derailed a train," Westhouse spat as he looked at Jacob.
"Oh! He did, did he?" Evie said in almost sing song.
"I just happened to be on it when it derailed," Jacob replied in almost a dark tone, "My target is dead."
"David Brewster is also no more," Evie added.
"So the mission was successful," Westhouse said then lowered his voice, "Despite you two."
Jacob didn't want to deal with a lecture from Westhouse. It almost reminded him of times when his father would yell at him for everything he did wrong. He was twenty, not a small child. He had to move things along. Along to things that were more important at hand.
"What about London?" Jacob asked, "We can't just stick around here. The Brotherhood needs help there."
"London is crawling with Templars and has for 100 years. They are far too strong. Patience," Westhouse explained almost too quickly, "This is what your father would have wanted. I'll see you back in Crawley."
The twins watched as the elder assassin left to leave them alone. Jacob was infuriated with the answer that he was given. He wanted to move onto bigger and better missions and he knew he could do that in London. Evie also had a dissatisfied look on her freckled face.
"Evie, you know that what we both want is in London," Jacob piped up as he looked at the female Frye, "Opportunity is calling us, my dear sister."
Evie lit up a little as he said that then smirked, "You know, Jacob Frye. You're absolutely right."
"Then let's liberate London, shall we?" Jacob asked while grinning and could hear an approaching train come by.
Evie returned his grin, "Yes, let's."
They both hopped onto an empty car of the passing train that was bound towards London. Jacob watched the scenery go by then he thought about Moira. He hated leaving her like this but he knew that he and Evie had to start their mission for London. He would send her a message as soon at they reached their destination. She would be cross with him but she knew he wanted this.
"Join me in London soon, my love," Jacob said softly as he looked at the home he was leaving behind.