I made an attempt at writing not only Assassin's Creed fic, but a fanfic of a fanfic because I am a hopeless romantic and a big fan of T.M. Wolf 's writing. Seriously, look them up and read their stories, they do an amazing job at descriptive writing, characterization and plots. Anyways, 'Cat is their OC and the rest is Ubisoft. Enjoy!
"You want me to what?" Catherine's voice comes out as a squeak.
Her eyes peer over the edge of a watch tower in Monteriggioni to a pile of hay meters below. The sun shines over the horizon, casting the city in a warm golden glow. She and Ezio climbed up to view the sky, something they did in the wake of deaths of his father and brothers. She was thinking of a way to get down when Ezio said the few simple words.
"Leap of Faith," he repeats, a grin on that handsome face of his. "You just jump and twist to land on your back on the hay below. You've seen me do it enough, yes?"
"Well, yeah, but that's different than actually doing it!" she huffs in response. "Isn't there a beginners jump? We're up so high."
"This is the perfect height," he brushes off her worry, escorting her to the ledge sticking out from the roof. An eagle cries out overhead, as if goading her. "I never thought little kitty 'Cat was too scared to try something new."
"I'm not scared," she mutters, crossing her arms. "I'm hesitant to do something so new and dangerous."
"You have been training under my uncle and his men for months, you trust them, no?" he inquires, raising a brow.
She furrows her own and nods. "Of course, I do."
"Then, you can do it," he leans in close, putting a hand around her shoulder and another on her arm. She swallows a lump in her throat as he adjusts her to stand behind him. "Watch, I will show you."
Catherine raises a brow, now he just wants to show off. She's seen him perform this trick more than once, she understands the form and the movements, it's the following-through part she isn't to keen on doing. Ezio stands tall in front of her, his broad shoulders pushed back and head held high. She can feel the pride radiating off of him and, with eyes glued to him, watches as he takes a long stride forward before lifting off the ledge. There's a whistle in the air as he glides, bringing his feet up to land on his back just in time to plop onto the hay as if it were a comfy bed.
"Come on!" he calls up, his face is bright with excitement.
"Okay, that isn't too bad... I can totally do this," Catherine takes a deep breath, bouncing on the balls of her feet a few times. "If he can, I most definitely can. And I'll look just as good doing it."
At the count of three, Catherine takes her own strides forward and before she can stop herself, she takes the leap. As soon as her feet leave the ledge, her stomach leaps into her throat the sky swallows her for just a second. Then she is falling and the world seems so much larger, the ground so much closer. Her body twists, she tries not to watch as the world flips around her, and she grins at the blue sky. The air rushing around her comes to a halt as she plops onto the hay and finds Ezio grinning down at her.
"Not too bad... I didn't even have to help," he holds out his hand for her.
She rolls her eyes with a snort. "And how would you have helped?"
"I'll always catch you," he grabs her forearm, pulling her upright and close to him. "Don't forget that."
The look in his eyes is enough to steal her breath away, she feels heat creep into her cheeks and trusts herself enough to smile at him. She takes back her arm and nudges him along the path back to the villa, the smile on her face left over from the high of the leap and the excitement of Ezio's presence. She'll definitely be coming back to practice that again.