Note: This is actually more of practice writing if anything ;-; I've recently wanted to start writing stories/fics and whatnot, so here they are ;_; I apologize if they suck! Of course I'll be trying to develop my writing skills, and this is one way of doing so I guess
I'll be posting whatever I write on this that I find remotely good from time to time, AC related ofc, so enjoy (I hope)!
Arrow
The sharp sensation of pain struck his arm as his partner tended to the wound. He had an arrow struck through him, already removed by the other.
"Please be more careful for now, as I am running out of supplies. Keep yourself from getting severely hurt until I go out to buy everything." The nonchalant voice spoke, idly dressing the younger man's wound. It clearly was not the first time, with Altair's tendency to run on the rooftops to provoke the guards, and Malik always needing to pull whatever it was that was stuck in Altair's body. Only Allah knows how the one-armed rafiq is able to skillfully complete these tasks with such ease.
"Oh, Malik. You must already know I only put myself in danger to get the feel of your loving, tender hand."
Malik sneered. "Quite the charmer you are, Altair. I'm surprised I haven't jumped on you by now."
A chuckle came from the injured man, quickly wincing in pain as Malik finished with the bandaging. He quickly gathered everything and went back to his desk with the remaining supplies.
Altair gently laid back on the pillows, fully supporting him. "…Well, how about now? I'm able and ready, and already half undressed."
An empty inkpot was thrown in his general direction, clearly indicating that Malik was in no mood for such words. Or any of his words, for that matter. Altair smiled and slowly drifted off, dreaming of a much more lust-driven Malik.
"Not even in your dreams, Novice."