I'm partly satisfied but the ending just keeps bugging me. I think it's a bit rushed. Oh well, nevermind that.
I hope you like it, enjoy!
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"Son, I still cannot fathom how you've managed to become the Captain of that ship." You're in the process of slipping into your favorite pair of shoes when you hear the booming and slightly arrogant voice of Haytham Kenway travel through the front door left ajar. You stand in the hallway, still as a statue, and arch an eyebrow in wonder, listening closely.
"What do you mean?" Connor asks, his usually calm, soothing voice turning somewhat accusing, hoarse from repressed but bubbling anger. You sigh in defeat and prepare for the all out taunting that is sure to come. Your body straightens, your hands smooth out the faint wrinkles on your dress and you briefly look into the mirror near the door. When you're absolutely certain that your appearance is acceptable to go outside, you smile at your reflection and start to the exit.
"That is not true!"
"Oh, please, Connor. You have to admit, this trip of yours was a rather messy one. Not once, I had to grip onto something so I wouldn't stumble off my feet." Cautiously, you walk down the stairs, all the while watching the scene unfolding in front of you. The two Kenway men, oh so alike, are standing close to the carriage parked in front of the manor, turned onto each other, strong, toned arms gesturing wildly in the air. Connor's frown deepens as his father starts faultfinding, counting out his mistakes as a captain on his fingers. He goes into detail of how poorly Connor tends to steer the wheel in strong wind and has the poise to ignore his son's wrathful huffing. You notice as the young man's right eye twitches and you're afraid that that one vein visible on his temple will pop any moment now. Haytham shuts his mouth after he made sure his point was effectively delivered then with his head held high, glanced at his son.
"You are so full of yourself!" Haytham doesn't seem to be affected by the half Mohawk's comeback and smirks smugly, his eyes closed in contentment.
"Connor." You say calmly, trying to gain his attention as you get closer and closer to the two bickering men.
"A ship that big as the Aquila shouldn't be captained by a boy as inexperienced as you." The ex-templar says pointedly, turning to leave the fuming assassin at the carriage. Connor rushes to his side and falling in step with him, narrows his eyes at the British man.
"Next time you should stand behind that wheel I fail to steer properly! Then we will see what you are made of." He says, cocking his head to the side mockingly. Haytham comes to a halt, claps his hands behind his back and turns his torso towards Connor. Meanwhile, you proceed to where they're standing, staring at each other heatedly.
"Alright then." Haytham consents with a nod. You see your man falter, widening his eyes in surprise, opening his mouth, intending to talk but thinks otherwise and snaps it closed instead.
"That is my ship; I will not let you make any damage in her!" Connor says, he doesn't shout, that occurrence being quite rare given his personality, but his tone goes down a few pitches, voice becoming dangerously low and intimidating.
"Connor!" You call out sharper this time while Haytham snorts. The men seem to ignore your presence or they're just too occupied by their sass session.
"You've just said that I should be navigating her next time we set sail."
"As if I would let you board her another time! You are a nuisance anyway…"
"What?!" Haytham unclasps his hands, clenching them into balls at his sides.
"Did you not hear me? You never do a thing except shouting insults in my ear!"
"I am merely trying to motivate you!" The older man exclaims, throwing his hands in the air.
"Well, you are doing it wrong!" Connor steps closer, their noses are just a few inches apart, almost touching. He puffs out his wide, muscular chest and stares down at his father. Haytham scowls at his much taller son, a grimace gracing his sophisticated features.
"Ratonhnhaké:ton!" Your strong, feminine voice travels on the light summer breeze to them, stopping Connor who was just about to prepare himself to scoff something smart at his father again. You take the last two steps that's separated you from the arguing males and put your hands on your hips in that familiar womanly manner, taking up a reprimanding look.
"Yes, dear?" Haytham sobers first, smiling at you as if nothing happened. Connor glares at him through narrowed deep brown eyes, not liking the salutation.
"Connor." The young assassin flashes his eyes at you momentarily then looks down at his moccasins.
"Sorry." He mumbles, kicking at a stone. You shake your head and give a nasty look to Haytham as he snorts another time at his son's surrender.
"Are you two finished?" Connor looks up at his father, giving him a once over all the while grimacing in disapproval then with a heavy sigh, nods. Haytham follows him with his own curt grumble and nod. "It's about time." The older Kenway gentleman smiles at you again, stealing a pesky look at his son, then slightly bows before you. You just giggle at his antics and turn to the boiling man closer to you. You tilt your head in question but he averts your eyes, not wanting you to notice how pissed off he is at the moment. Not really thinking about your actions, you stand on your tiptoes and lift yourself up till you can catch his lips with yours. You press a soft kiss on his plump, sensual lips and whisper onto them:
"Don't fight." He has no time to answer your kiss as you pull away quickly and turn to Haytham, who's discreetly looking away, observing the surroundings around the three of you. "It was good to see you, Haytham!" You say with your best and kindest smile, waving to him as you start to make your way to the direction the inn called Mile's End is.
"Always a pleasure, dear." He replies, nodding his head as a goodbye. Your eyes dart to the man still spacing out, strongly affected by your kiss, and call out:
"I'll see you after my shift ends, Connor!" He whips his head towards you and nods with a droopy smile. Ahh, you miss him already.
"I will be there, waiting for you!" He assures you then raises his hand in a swift, slight wave.
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I follow the young lady as she makes her way down the road until all I can see is just a faint blur of colors of her. I turn my head to where my son stands a bit off behind me and raise an eyebrow. Judging by his gentle, rapturous expression, he seems to be deeply involved with this nice woman, too nice for a grouchy brat such as my ungrateful offspring. I let a short laugh slip and start to the entrance, not bothering to wait for Connor.
"What is it?" He asks me gruffly, his footsteps getting louder as he closes the distance between us. I throw him a nonchalant look above my shoulder, shrugging.
"Oh, nothing." I say, knowing well how he's going to react.
"Tell me, Father!" He demands me with an almost childish edge to his voice. I stop abruptly and feel him coming to a halt behind me, close to bumping into me. I slowly turn around and flash him my trade mark smile. His eyebrows run up his forehead in anticipation, his eyes widening slightly.
"It just seems to me that this young lady has you wrapped around her little finger." I close my eyes in contentment, smirking all the while, enjoying the spluttering of my flabbergasted son.