Hello there my lovely readers! Here's chapter 12 of Assassin Guy! Hope you enjoy! I know it had a bit of fluff and all, but meh, a lot of you requested me more... interaction between our two main characters, so I tried this... anyway, love ya'll!
Just one moment is enough
After having seen Washington, the three of you went back to the Davenport homestead. The same day you arrived, Achilles decided to be generous and invited everyone around the homestead for celebration.
You should be happy, but you were not. You should be drinking, but you were not. You should be celebrating with them, with him. But you were not.
Well, you could not say it was a no-celebrating occasion because saving the commander in chief was, indeed, an occasion to celebrate.
You had reluctantly agreed to go with them. Myriam had insisted so much that she ended up dragging you with her towards the most popular bar in Boston.
Back to your predicament, you were in a table far away from the group glaring the lonely glass of beer that had been placed by one of the bartenders before. You were not in the mood to drink, not even to celebrate. Strange. There should be no reason for you to feel like that, but you did and it couldn't be helped. You preferred to be in your room dozing off, not in a bar full of drunken men… even Connor looked happier, why couldn't you?
"Hey," You nodded at Myriam not bothering to voice an answer. "Why the sour mood?" She sat down in front of you.
You shrugged, that was unknown to even you. "I… I just want to go home," It was a sincere confession, but Myriam pouted at it.
"Why? We're having fun! At least us." It was clear you were not included in the group.
"Exactly. I am not… comfortable." You admitted. "Besides, I'm not a very good, uh, drinker."
Myriam laughed at this. "So what? We came here to celebrate, to laugh, to have fun, to get drunk!"
It was not enough to convince you. "You know what? I think I am going out for a walk, 'kay?"
The huntress seemed surprised. "But is very late! Are you sure? Do you want me to go with you?"
It was kind of her, but you honestly needed some time to yourself. "No, it's okay, Myriam. Thank you anyway. I will be back in an hour or so. I trust it you will stay here until then, right?"
"I will make sure of it, girl." She assured with a small smile, then her face became serious. "But be careful."
You nodded at her and smiled. "Careful is my second name!"
Myriam muttered a swift 'lier' and joined the 'happy' group again.
You opened the door of the bar and quietly stepped out. The cold breeze was what you needed. You walked towards a near bench and sat down while closing your eyes.
-* In the bar*-
Connor was having fun. He never thought that having a drink –or two…or thirty- with his friends would be so… comforting. He thought all of them would believe he was a sadistic blood-loving killer; instead, he was welcomed with warm embraces and various compliments.
"So, I wash wittth the woman a-and it-"
He paid no mind to what Oliver was saying, either way his story made no sense because he was very drunk to even realize what was he saying.
Connor blinked umerous times and looked around. "Where's [Name]?" That question was directed to no one in particular, but Myriam answered.
"She went out. Needed to go for a walk,"
He nodded. You had been acting strange around him lately, and he wanted to know why. He appreciated you; you were one of those people he had let inside his life knowing he wouldn't get hurt. You knew his truly self, you were reliable; you were someone he could really trust. "I… I need to stretch my legs,"
It was a lie and Myriam could see through it perfectly. The woman smirked and nodded in approval. "Get them well stretched, Connor."
He nodded not catching the sly words. He opened the door and sneaked out. It was not hard to spot you, you were carelessly sitting on a bench, eyes closed.
He walked as quietly as possible and sat down beside you.
"Why are you here?"
You jumped startled at the sound of that beyond familiar voice. "C-Connor!"
"Why are you here?" He repeated.
His answer was a slight shrug. "I don't know, I just needed air. And you?"
"Needed to stretch my legs,"
You laughed. "You know you are a bad liar, right?"
It was his turn to shrug. "I do,"
You sighed. "How long has it been?" The Assassin looked at you, silently asking you to elaborate. "Since… since all of this happened? Since I met you, since I left Boston…"
"I don't know," He was being honest. He felt as if he had known you for his entire life, it brought a strange feeling to him, but it was pleasant. "What's wrong?"
Now, you didn't expect that question. "What do you mean? Nothing's-"
"You know you are even worst at lying than me, right?"
You huffed at the interruption. Were you really that easy to read? "I… I'm fine, Connor."
He shook his head. He just knew there was something bothering you. "Why do you insist on lying to me?"
You tried to think of a good answer, but your brain decided not to work for you. "I am not lying!"
There, in the middle of the night, in an empty street dimly lit, his sharp hazel eyes looked into your [E/c] ones. It was a very intense gaze. So intense that you had to look away. You were afraid that if you kept holding his gaze, he may just discover your reason. Reason that, as mentioned before, not even you knew.
"I am confused," After a long moment of comfortable silence you spoke.
"Why?"
"I am not sure about a lot of things, you know," You laughed. "I can't believe you and Achilles hadn't got rid of me."
Connor frowned. "Why would we-"
"I am clumsy, annoying, loud, and nosy. I can't even cook that good, that's why Myriam is always cooking. Every single time I try to help you, I end up risking your safety. I… I don't think I am good enough to be with you guys."
Connor sighed loudly. "I won't deny you are a little bit clumsy, maybe loud, and even nosy." You glared playfully at him, so he continued. "But you are not annoying, and I don't find anything wrong with your cooking. Plus I think I wouldn't have been able to complete a lot of my missions if it wasn't for you. I speak for both, Achilles and I, when I say that you are part of our lives. [Name], you are our family. My family."
You looked wide eyed at Connor. You never thought he could think of you that way. "You are my family too," It was a whisper. You put both your hands over your face.
"W-why are you crying? I did not intent to…" You laughed between sobs. He was so cute when he was concerned.
"I am happy Connor, thank you." Still with your hands over your face, you leaned into the Assassin. You felt strong arms around you. It was comforting.
Connor's mouth switched into a little smile. He was happy you were happy. If his price to pay for making you smile was risk his life or get killed, then so be it. He would never say it, but oh God, did he love that smile of yours!