I dedicate this fic-ette to the wonderfully awesome MikroSouvlaki03 who has created the cutest and fluffiest altmal fic titled "Melodies". She came up with the imagery of adolescent Altaïr playing guitar! THAT'S HOT! Phew! Please, oh please Mikrosouvlaki03 continue with the fic! I want to read more and you're keeping me in suspense! And not the very nice type of suspense!
HO HEY_The Lumineers (2:43)
Malik should be infuriated! He should be fuming through his ears! Absolutely seething red! Not only has Altaïr effectively pissed him off but has also found a way to infuriate him even more by suddenly demanding him to come to their usual spot by the docks. Malik should've ignored his message! Should've never driven all the way here wasting his gas money! He should've pushed Altaïr in the water right at the moment when he saw him sitting on that bench!
...But suddenly everything doesn't matter anymore when he finds himself in front of this man, strumming his guitar, drumming on a foot bassdrum, and successfully enrapturing him with that damn deep and melancholy voice that has Malik's rant die in his throat.
Altaïr's hoodie is down highlighting his dark hair, with his head is cast low. Eyes contemplative on his deft fingers playing a song he has dedicated himself to. He closes his eyes and parts his lips to let his words stream away with the air of his melody:
I've been trying to do it right
I've been living a lonely life
I've been sleeping here instead
I've been sleeping in my bed... sleeping in my bed
Malik's mind can't bare to rationalize all this taking place, but all his senses betray every doubt and home in on this man and nothing more. Altaïr raises his head but his eyes are still closed, yet hold an indescribable strain:
So show me family
All the blood that I would bleed
I don't know where I belong
I don't know where I went wrong
But I can write a song
Malik notices the tension in his voice Not because he is forcing it, but because he realizes Altaïr's raw emotion. Something Malik has never been able to appeal to. Or so he thought. There is heat rising to his face and he does not dare to hide it. Not in front of Altaïr. An Altaïr that is revealing his emotions to Malik. For the first time. Through the only practical way he can. The only was he has been. Through his guitar. Finally Altaïr opens his eyes, filled with all the warmth and affection Malik never thought he would ever receive:
1... 2... 3...
I belong with you. You belong with me.
You're my sweetheart.
I belong with you. You belong with me.
You're my sweetheart.
Malik finds himself clutching onto his chest, aware that the bassdrum is not at fault for the repercussions in his chest. Altaïr, the only man who has miraculously made Malik's heart beat faster than his mind can form coherent venom to spit at, is at this very moment singing…singing just for him. Altaïr stands up and gracefully steps over to him; taking his time to reach Malik's person. A pace Altaïr has been comfortable with out of protection and respect for himself but infinitely more for Malik. He can't step away as he approaches. Now Altaïr is before him. He lowers his head closer to Malik's as their eyes continue to gaze into each other:
I don't think you're right for me
Look at what might have been, if you
Never took the drive to here
I'd be sitting here alone
And getting cold
You'd never be here with me
That lyric struck a cord in Malik's thoughts. Everything... Everything that has happened in the past few days doesn't matter to him anymore. What makes all the difference is standing here before Altaïr. And nothing more. Altaïr's eyes are practically beaming as he softly smiles at Malik, perceiving his judgment. All his tension is lifted and Altaïr relaxes himself and shuts his eyes again. Taping his foot on the ground. Losing himself with Malik; projecting everything into his voice and Malik indulges himself deeper:
1... 2... 3...
I belong with you. You belong with me.
You're my sweetheart.
I belong with you. You belong with me.
You're my sweetheart.
Looooooove
We need it now
Let's hooooooope for some
Sooooooo
We're bleeding now
I belong with you. You belong with me.
You're my sweetheart.
I belong with you. You belong with me.
You're my sweet-
Maliks throws his arms around Altaïr's neck and kisses him passionately. Altaïr's song is interrupted but he can't find it in him to be disturbed. Not when Malik has eagerly launched himself displaying such warmth and devotion to him, what a first! Altaïr pulls away abruptly, to Malik's dismay but only to remove his guitar. He smirks at Malik's griping expression. Malik rolls his eyes.
"Novic-…!" Now Altaïr is back kissing him ardently and lifting Malik in a closer embrace.
Credit shall be given to their proper place of origin, including all the musicians and Ubisoft and Mikrosouvlaki03 because they deserve the credit. I really hope you approve of this! :) Because you are just too awesome! (cept Ubisoft)