ALTAIR
It's an union whose nobody can do without. For some, it brings dreams and promises of future. For others, it is nothing but an additional way to prove mutual feelings. For the rest –for me– it's an outlet. A drug.
Maybe my salvation.
The torment in me is only calmed down when we share an embrace. Those sole moments can briefly erase the misery of life and give me some ephemeral peace.
Our breath rythmically melted into each other. Our hands interlace. I feel like fire... Brutal tremors of desire make my hips waving. Before the old wood box-spring's eyes, which is creaking at the pace of the blaze consuming our bodies, thousands of passions as fleeting as this one are born and dead.
Nothing is visible nor audible in the heart of the citadel of Masyaf. The wind blowing in gusts out there, the rain washed up upon the ground, the words and thoughts of the rest of the Brotherhood; nothing can pass through the thickness of countless stone walls... This place is out of space and time. A room frozen in the Earth's core. A sanctuary where we are turning with the axis of the world.
I see Malik's back, bathed in sweat, arching and trembling as he moans some insults strewn with groans –of pain? of pleasure? Probably both, because pain and pleasure are not distinguishable anymore.
It was at Faheed Al-Sayf's death (Malik and Kadar's father) five years ago, that Malik and I discovered each other for the first time. We found each other to lighten the weight of our mutual burden. I think I should have already sink, just like a boat sinks to the bottom of the ocean, if I didn't live those moments when sound more real the efforts we make to simply exist.
An assassin borders on the death almost everytime. Yet, the death really came to me before I joigned the Brotherhood.
Death for honor... death by remorse... death for revenge... death by fear... In our macabre universe, souls are not reaped by oldness or disease, but by human feelings.
Our burning rut takes us away so high and far that it seems never going to subside.
I know a peaceful sleep is waiting for me after that. Those are the only one moments when I can find some rest. Otherwise, my night rovings corrupt, step by step, my thoughts by instilling into it that poison against nobody can resist, neither me nor the others... We have to settle for beholding its ravages.
Nobody... but Malik. Yet every time, the respite he gives to me is more brief than the previous one. I'm afraid that one day, it definitely get staunched.
We disappear in a fiery evanescence.