Hi there my loves! It's Deeny!
So I haven't updated yet again in a short while. I have however updated my other AC fic Between the Times recently too, so go check that out if you'd like. :)
I also had another comment from kenokosan since the last chapter! You'll find out in this one my dear!
And shout outs since the last chapter go out to; midnight98 and Solitary-Motion for the follow and sabre007 for the favourite! Thanks guys so much. :)
I also apologise for this one being a bit on the short side, I have been having a bit of difficulty writing recently, I'll try harder from now on but in the meantime; Please Enjoy. :) xx
DISCLAIMER: Assassin's Creed and its characters are owned by Ubisoft. Original Characters are of my own creation.
Altaïr was dreaming. A strange occurrence to him as he barely dreamed at all but when he did it was usually rather disturbing. But he had dreamed something nice for a change. He dreamt he was sleeping in the large comfy bed he had slept in before in Eloise's home, though something had woken him from his slumber; the sound of joyous laughter coming from outside. Wearing only a pair of black silk sleeping trousers, he rose from the bed and wandered outside following the laughter that had woken him. As soon as he stepped out in to the garden, the muggy heat from being inside dissipated slightly. Dark clouds filled the sky obscuring the usually fierce sun and the distant rumble of thunder could be heard, but what surprised him the most was the rain. Heavy drops of rain poured from the heavens and showed no signs of stopping. Altaïr felt the coolness of the rain as it ran down his bare torso; the coolness instantly refreshing him from the balmy heat inside. He ran his hand through his hair which was now soaked through from the torrential downpour.
Altaïr peered down to the bottom of the garden where the laughter was coming from. Of course it was Eloise. She was soaked through to the bone, the fabric of her dress had turned slightly translucent and her hair heavy from the rain whipped around and clung to her skin as she carelessly spun on the spot with her arms outstretched; enjoying the rarity of the rain. She laughed at the rain, she laughed at herself when she became dizzy from spinning. She was enjoying every minute of it. Altaïr silently walked over to Eloise as she spun around on the now muddy grass, not caring that her bare feet were now dirty. It took her a while to notice that Altaïr was stood behind her, but she ceased her spinning and laughed and smiled at him.
'Altaïr! Isn't this fabulous!' Eloise exclaimed to him as she grabbed his hands. She let go as she closed her eyes, ran her hands through her hair and breathed in the smell of the rain. Altaïr didn't know what came over him, but he suddenly found himself face to face with Eloise, gently grasping either side of her head with his hands smoothing her hair that was stuck to her face away with his thumbs. Eloise opened her eyes wide and smiled kindly at him as she laid her own hands on top of his. Altaïr eventually removed his hands and guided them round Eloise's waist, bringing her in to a tight embrace; locking her within his strong arms as is his life depended on her staying there. Altaïr noticed Eloise had tensed up as he held her; their bodies pressed against each other and their noses nearly touching. But she soon melted in to him as he tenderly kissed her.
Eloise laid her hands on Altaïr's waist and he winced in pain when she did. His left side was in agony, so much so he let Eloise go and clutched his side gingerly. He felt himself fading, his eye eventually closed.
Then he woke for real in the spare chamber in Eloise's home. The dream was not real, but the pain Altaïr was experiencing was however very real indeed. As his eyes adjusted to the dim light in the room he focused on his torso which he found covered in bandages. Most of his left arm was wrapped up tightly but the main source of pain was coming from his side which was also heavily bandaged. He remembered that he had killed William of Montferrat but he did not go down so easy and sent Altaïr away with some injuries before he was killed. Altaïr could not make it to the Acre Bureau in time for medical attention which he so desperately needed, so he made the decision to go to Eloise for help instead. He remembered that on the way, he removed his Assassin robes and weapons and frantically hid them in a bush nearby Eloise's home. The guards were on high alert looking for a hooded man in white robes who was armed to the teeth. Thankfully, it was fairly quiet when he had assassinated William of Montferrat and the streets weren't that busy, so he managed to get to Eloise's quickly, but it also meant the guards didn't have to look hard through any crowds of people. He felt relief as soon as he stumbled in to the yard at the front of the castle where Eloise lived. Some of her guards recognised who he was instantly and came to his aid. He had obviously been treated since he lost consciousness shortly after he arrived.
Altaïr wanted to get out of bed and stretch his legs and more importantly get some fresh air. Fortunately he still had enough clothing on to actually venture outside in but his torso was still quite bare, bar the bandages that were covering him. He winced slightly as he climbed out of bed, not too sure exactly how much his injuries would hurt when he moved but the pain was not as bad as he had thought. Still he took his time as he shuffled out in to the garden out back. If he was to find Eloise, then she would most likely be out in the garden.
It was getting late on in the day as the sun was setting as Altaïr made his way out in to the garden. It was still fairly warm and muggy which instantly made him think of his dream. It barely rained in Acre and even when it did rain; Altaïr was never there to experience it. But Altaïr wondered why he even dreamt all of what he did last night, and especially about Eloise. He was ever so slightly embarrassed as he remembered what he dreamt about. He shook his head as if to shake the thoughts away and carefully made his way in to the main garden.
Sure enough, he was right. Eloise was in the garden; sprawled out on her usual bench sleeping with an hand which was holding a book, trailing on the ground. Her skin was flushed from the recently lit fire pit in front of her. Altaïr stepped closer toward Eloise; the gravel under foot crunching loudly, enough to wake Eloise. She pushed herself up from the bench using her arms with a slight confused look on her face, wondering where the sound was coming from. She looked around before her sleepy eyes rested on Altair. She gasped as soon as she realised who it was and smiled broadly at him now knowing he was okay. She shot up from the bench and quickly took his right hand, grasping it with hers tightly.
'Altaïr, I'm so glad you're finally awake!'
Altaïr smiled back at her. He knew he had done right coming here with his injuries. He was in his comfort zone and Eloise was there to look after him and brighten his day. He just wished he could communicate to her just how she made him feel. But he never could.