A/N: I know, I know, I missed my day to update CATALYST. Don't worry, I should have it up either sometime tonight or tomorrow. I just had to write something for Arno and Élise. This isn't much, just a little something I threw together. Obviously, I do not own any of the character mentioned here as they belong to Ubisoft and I am not Ubisoft.

Also, I cannot promise I wrote Arno right as this is my first attempt at writing him. As always, please read, review and favorite! 3

Enjoy!


Bonjour, Élise

He brushed the leaves carefully from the ground, sitting beside the stone and leaning his back against the side of another. He placed the roses in front of her name and sighed, looking down at his gloved hands.

"Bonjour, Élise," he said softly, glancing towards the stone, his lips curving with a small smile. Coming here had become a habit of Master Assassin Arno Dorian. As had telling his lost love what he'd been up to. He had just recently arrived back to Paris after his journey to Saint Denis to retrieve the artifact and 'save France', as Lèon had put it.

A small smirk flickered across Arno's lips as his thoughts flew back to the orphan boy. "There is a little man in Saint Denis that I believe you would have taken a liking to, Élise," he told her. "You both like to believe you don't need the help of anyone."

Arno cast his eyes towards the ground. He missed her, though the agony of years passed was now a dull ache. He would never try to forget Élise de le Serre, that was simply impossible. He'd remember her the way she would want him to remember her; a free spirit and a bad influence. He'd continue to live, because he could with a dull ache and a head full of memories.

"The gap between us - Templars and Assassins - may never be closed, but for you, I have been working to reduce it," he continued, glancing once more towards the stone bearing her name and birth year to death year. "It is because of this, I will not be here as often…"

He let that hang there, almost expecting a rebuttal from her. Even after all these years, he still expected her to walk up behind him with a smirk. "Really, Arno, we go together or not at all." He snorted softly under his breath, shaking his head. He rose, dusting himself off. He turned and gave Élise's gravestone a compassionate glance.

"J'taime, Élise." He gave a nod towards the grave of Monsieur de la Serre, then he turned, and walked out of the graveyard, flipping up his hood.