Title: Here Are Some Things
Synopsis: In which La Volpe is Desmond's grandfather, and other such silly things. No, seriously.
Notes: Closer, closer, ahahaha….
[In which La Volpe returns to the Assassins]
He flits in and out of the assassins guilds over the years, but it has been a few decades since he's gone back. He does this more for his daughter than himself, even if he knows his little girl would probably thrive better there than with him, if only because she'd be surrounded by people her own age who know about this secret agenda of the templars as well.
(He still calls her his little one in his mind, even now that she's almost eighteen, and he likely always will because she'll always be his.)
So he simply walks in one day, his daughter in tow, trotting up beside him with a mirthful grin on her face. She's treating this more like a traipse to an amusement park than a trip into an Assassins Compound, and frankly there's point in correcting her anymore.
He doesn't bother explaining, he'll just join in when he sees fit, but at the same time he stays a safe distance away from the front lines. It's no longer his time to participate, but he can be helpful when needed. And now, they need help more than ever.
He casts a look back at her, and the smile she sends him is cheerful but it doesn't reach her eyes. It's been this way since she was sixteen, and now she's old enough to leave him and yet, for some reason, he doesn't quite want to let off on her own. Not for a while.
He'll miss her when she dies.