I do not own Connor, Achilles or Connor's crotch...I mean...the rest of ACIII.
They belong to Ubisoft.
I do however own Arlette, the Cunningham family and maids, the Quatton family and Adrik :3
Enjoy!
"Nothing."
Arlette dropped another large book on one of the many desks, frustration taking over her features. You see, Arlette couldn't stop thinking about that strange looking globe, it haunted her like a ghost. Now, she was trying to find anything about it on the books at the large library. But it was useless. Placing the books back on the shelves, Arlette pouted in frustration, crossing her slim arms below her bust before walking towards the door. Boston was horribly windy that morning and Arlette forgot her scarf and shawl, cursing under her breath when the chilly wind pratically tore through the fabric of her dress making goosebumps form on her skin. Nathaniel was waiting Arlette on the same spot as always, this time however he wasn't sleeping, "Back so soon,Miss Arlette?" he asked, watching the girl open the small carriage door as she replied, "Couldn't find what I was looking for."
"Oh what a shame...well! Might as well take you back home! Your father said that we couldn't stay out much. Little Elsie here is having a hard time with this weather." he said, patting the cream colored horse's hump gently. Arlette smiled, sitting inside the carriage and looked out the window. Her thumb brushed against the lines in her palm, following the thin trails until they disappeared by her wrist. Completely lost on her thoughts, engulfed on the questions surrounding her mind about that strange dream, Arlette gasped when the carriage stopped into a halt.
Why did she had a strange feeling about this?
Before her hand could touch the door, it was yanked open by none else than James Quatton.
"James?!"
"Hello Arlette, lovely morning isn't it?"
That smug smirk, she hated it so much. Arlette jumped back a bit, dark red eyebrows arching up in surprise, "What are you doing here?" asked Arlette, voice quiet and filled with suspicion as James nodded towards Nathaniel before, not so gently, pushing Arlette back inside. The girl fell back on her seat with a huff, eyebrows curved downwards, her upper lip rising in a sneer that she quickly managed to hide. James sighed, hitting his knuckles against the wooden inside of the carriage signaling to Nathaniel to start moving. Arlette frowned even more when James sat by her side, "You still didn't answered me."
"What? Oh!" he slapped his forehead, "Silly of me. Well,I am here to tell that I've already found a priest for our wedding. And a beautiful place for the party." the blond man smirked, his left arm wrapping around Arlette's shoulder to bring her closer to his chest. Arlette froze, eyes darting from his arm to his face, her cheeks were red and her hands were clenched, 'He's too close! Too close!' That wasn't even a bit confortable for Arlette, she could feel his hand slide along the side of her slim arm, touch her elbow and go back up. Arlette felt like she was going ot throw up, her eyelids closed as she managed to cover her mouth, but James' hand was still moving on her arm, "James...c-can you move away?" she asked weakly, fighting back the urge to vomit. It wasn't only his personality...he also smelled like a strong cologne, it burned Arlette's nostrils, made her head hurt and gave her a very bad stomachache.
"Oh...of course." James scooted away from her, his hands clasped together, "So!Let's see a good month t-,"
"Oh!Look!We're already on my house!" Arlette hurried out of the carriage, not even caring if Nathaniel didn't helped her out. Turning around to face James, she gently placed a hand on his chest, "No,no...I...um...I'll go see the dress." the man rose his eyebrows, "You got a dress already?!" he sounded happy and disappointed at the same time. Arlette licked her lips, nodding with a small smile "W-Well,I thought it'd be good if I did so." James nodded gently, letting Arlette push him back inside the carriage to sit on the stuffed seats. Arlette closed the door and walked to Nathaniel, "Take Mr. Quatton to his house, please Nathaniel." she said, gently waving at James from her spot outside. The young man didn't waved back, he simply stared at her before getting comfortable on the seat, disappearing from her view.
Arlette frowned, playing with the necklace surrounding her neck absently as the carriage took off on the dirt road. The chilly wind slapped against her skin again, making signaling it was time to rush towards the house and get warm, "God, the wind outside is so cold!" she said, rubbing her palms together before blowing hot air against her hands. Sophie's head poked out of the kitchen, a smile on her face, "Oh! Ms. Arlette! I've just finished making that blueberry pie you like so much!" the maid said happily, making Arlette rise one eyebrow in question, "Thanks? I didn't even asked for one but...thank you Sophie." why was Sophie making pies out of sudden? Something wasn't right.
"How was your date with Monsieur Quatton?"
Oh, that was the reason.
"Date? What date?" Arlette asked, placing her hands on her hips, "He simply showed up while I was on the library..." there was a pause, "Did you told him where I was?" Sophie smiled gently, blushing a light pink while nodding. Arlette sighed exhasperated, placing a hand over her eyes before shaking her head, making her way towards the kitchen. If the pie was ready, she could at least enjoy some. Sophie leaned on the doorframe with a expectant gaze, "Did you two had fun?"
Arlette looked up from the porcelain plate on her hand, scrunching her eyebrows while looking at the nosy maid, "Sophie I think I heard Giselle calling you."Arlette said flatly, trying to make Sophie notice she did NOT wanted to talk about James. However,the plump maid retorted with a confused look, "I just heard it. Go outside." it was more like an order than a simple request. Sophie nodded quickly, rushing towards the garden to see if Giselle really called her. Arlette sat down on the chair, poking the pie's bluish purple filling with the silver fork, the warm juices were surrounding the slice, making it appear it was an island, a delicious one. Arlette finished it right before Sophie got back inside, holding a large basket filled with apples but had no comments towards Arlette...mostly because Giselle scolded her for being so nosy towards Arlette's life. Quiet sounds coming from the rustle of the leaves outside were the only things she was listening to at the moment. And she preferred it like that.
Adrik leaped on a few branches, yellow irises looking around in curiosity as he watched a bear gnaw on a deer's body. However, he wasn't there to watch the events of nature. In the distance, Adrik saw what he was looking for: the Davenport Homestead. It was a bit far from Boston, hidden from the outsiders. It had a small port , meaning that ships and vessels could stop there and that delicious amount of fish were waiting to be eaten. Adrik walked towards the front door, sitting on the small step. He just had to be patient, soon enough they'd notice he was there.
And how right he was.
An elderly man opened the door, letting out a surprised shout as the black cat scurried inside, following the smell of leather towards a room in the end of the hall. All he could see was Connor's robes and boots, lying on the floor. Adrik hissed in frustration, giving a few steps back before turning to leave, but he was picked up from the ground, "Got you!" Adrik clawed the air, hissing furiously with his paws and body moving to get free from the elderly man's grasp. "I don't know what you're doing here." Achilles growled, shaking the cat while walking back to the front door, "But I'm sure I did not invited you!" Adrik meowed loudly, trying to bite the old man's fingers to escape his oh so terrible fate on going outside.
"What's going on?" Adrik's ears snapped up as he heard Connor's voice, the cat continued to wiggle and meow to get the Mohawk's attention, "This little rascal scurried inside and I'm taking him out." Achilles said firmly, turning to face Connor. The young Mohawk blinked, walking towards his mentor, "No need to." he carefully picked Adrik from Achilles' grasp, "It's Arlette's cat."
"Oh?" the older man blinked, smiling coyly, "Oooh, your girlfriend's cat." Connor sent him a glare, "Well! Since he is a known cat, you take care of him.I'll go finish my tea." he said, walking to the kitchen while Connor stood on the middle of the hallway with Adrik on his arms. The cat was all soft on his grasp, letting his body dangle down as his head moved back to look at Connor. The young Assassin had a smug look on his face, "I assume Arlette has no idea that you are here." the cat closed his eyes with a feline smile upon his snout, flicking his tail happily from side to side. Connor took Adrik to his room, placing the black cat on the bed as the Assassin picked up his robes. It seemed like he just took a swim. He was shirtless, Connor was very well muscled with scars on his chest and arms, but nothing to extreme.
Adrik lied on the bed as Connor started to dress up, buttoning the front of his robes swiftly before getting his boots and sitting besides Adrik on the bed, "May I know what are you doing here?" he asked, caressing the cat's nape gently with his fingertips. Adrik purred in delight, closing his yellow eyes while letting the man scratch the sensitive spot behind his ears. Ah, Adrik liked Connor even more now. But the cat had a mission to achieve. Tugging the sash wrapped around Connor's waist with his mouth, Adrik wanted to make him get up and see Arlette again, but Connor only sighed, "Not today,Adrik." he said gently, "I promise I'll see Arlette very soon, but now I have some unfinished business..." Adrik followed Connor with his eyes as the young Assassin left the room, the footsteps were soon fading onto silence. The black cat managed to escape the room by the small creak on the door, walking towards the open window on the living room area.
He couldn't see Connor, but he knew that he wasn't far. Adrik noticed that Connor had an spare sash, lying on the counter by the hallway. His yellow eyes twinkled as he pulled the sash from the counter and ran out of the manor.
Arlette sighed, rubbing her hands against her tired eyes. She had been drawing for the past two hours and all of them were about that damned globe! She was on the floor with the drawings surrounding her, the papers all scattered on the wooden floor as she stared down at yet another one upon her lap. "Why am I so focused on this?" she asked herself, letting the back of her head touch the wall. The doorknob moved and the head of her brother peeked inside, "Jesus Christ!" he exclaimed, seeing all the drawings surrounding his sister's sitting form, "No wonders you haven't left your room, you can't possibly walk with these drawings around you!" he chuckled, carefully entering the room without stepping on any of Arlette's drawings, "What are these globes?"
"I had a dream with it...I don't know really what it means." she mumbled, placing the pastels on their wooden case before closing the golden latch with a flick movement. Arlette sighed, watching her brother sit on the chair by the corner of her room, "Where is your cat?" Robert asked gently, sprawling himself on the comfortable chair as his sister shrugged, "Adrik likes to explore." she began, "He's probably out there somewhere." Arlette began to gather all of the papers, shuffling them inside a box where all her drawings were being kept. Her long red hair was up in a messy bun, being held by two small pencils, "You and dad got home early." she whispered, crossing her legs by the ankle and wiggling her bare toes. Robert chuckled, leaning on his fist, "Dad wants me to go to Dublin." Arlette's eyes snapped open, "To see grandpa. He says that someone has to go..." he stood up from the chair and sat besides his sister, hugging her close. Her eyebrows went downwards, "When will you go?"
"Well..." Robert rubbed his chin, "A ship will sail off by the end of the week...I don't know when I'll be back." he whispered,looking down at his little sister. The two had this unbreakable bond, ever since they were children. At first, Robert despised Arlette because she had all the attention from their parents and relatives, but as she grew up, Robert discovered that being a big brother wasn't bad at all. Arlette sighed, placing her head on his shoulder, "I'll miss you."
"I'll miss you too."
She smiled, playfully bumping her shoulder against his arm, "Don't lose control there. One guinness is all you need."
Robert laughed loudly, ruffling his sister's hair playfully, "I'll remember that." with that, he stood up and fixed his hair in place, "Will you stay here?" she nodded with a small smile on her lips. Robert smiled back and closed the door before going to tell their mother the news.
"Meow."
Arlette looked at the window to see Adrik sitting on the sill with something attached to his mouth...was it...a fabric? "Oh Adrik, what did you do now?" she asked, picking the red fabric up and furrowing her eyebrows in confusion, "It belongs to Connor, doesn't it?"
The cat purred loudly, flicking his tail.
"And you want me to give it back to him, don't you?"
Adrik purred once again.
Arlette sighed, "I can't. For two reasons: one, I can't leave without father knowing and two, I have no idea where Connor lives at." she said, folding the red fabric on her hands. Adrik meowed loudly, jumping in front of her with his yellow eyes locked on her blue ones, "What?" he gently tugged the edge of her dress with his mouth, trying to walk her to the door. Arlette blinked, "You...you want to take me there? Where Connor lives?" she asked, making the cat close his eyes with a pleased expression. She bit the corner of her thumb, blushing a light pink "I'll go...but-but...I-I need to think of a good time to go, okay?"
Adrik simply rubbed himself on her legs before mewling.
Yes, he was getting good at this.
Whew! Okay! Shirtless Connor part was shorter than I thought it'd be... but next chapter will be...interesting.
Arlette will visit Connor! Isn't that lovely?
Plus! Assassinationsssss on chapter 12 :3
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