Maria settled down beside Altair looking at the fresh Codex page. She watched the corner of his mouth twitch, "What?"
The assassin chuckled amazed how relaxed he had come to be around her. Women weren't really all that important to him. From a young age, the ruled of the creed was drilled into his head. He had been trained with the blade to become a skilled killer. There was no room for softness of emotions that came hand in hand with women. Yet now he was wondering how he had done so long without it.
"Come on Assassin, cat got your tongue?" Maria teased pushing his hood back. She loved the way his amber eyes seem to darken with desire mixed in with a bit of annoyance. The banter, once hateful, had turned playful and would no doubt be part of their relationship for the long future.
"I tried opening my heart once." Altair whispered, "I never thought that I would be able to feel anything after." His throat closed. He still couldn't bring himself to say her name. "And especially not for a Templar, but I'm glad I've been proven wrong."
She trailed the pads of her fingers over the scar on his mouth, "No one will accept this. There is too much history between the two fractions."
"A lot has changed."
"Not the war between Templar and Assassins." Maria reminded.
Altair took her hand in his studying the ring upon her finger. His ring. Nothing in his life felt so right. "It won't be easy. The transition of powers will be hard enough. But I will fight for you, to be with you until the end of time. Because without you it all seems pointless."
Maria smiled, "Have you gone soft on me, assassin?"
Laughing, Altair swept Marie into his arms. When was the last time he laughed? That he was happy? "What can I say, Templar, you make me that way."
"No matter what we'll be together." She promised lifting her mouth to his. "Through thick and thin or even the end of the world, you're stuck with me."
"Wouldn't have it any other way."
