Regret - An Altair fanficMore Like This
Altair looked at the horizon of Jerusalem with a soft sigh, the view from the roof of the mosque was beautiful, the golden sun shined down on the crowded city, bathing it in a light that was warm and pure...but Altair felt anything but warm.
His golden eyes flicked downwards as he watched the people below go about their daily lives so naïve of the war they were in the middle of...the assassin almost wished he were that naïve, that free. The golden eyed male frowned softly and shook his head at such thoughts; no, he had been born into the brotherhood, he had been born to be raised as and assassin to uphold
Eagle's Strike: Il LupoEagle's Strike: Il LupoMore Like This
An innocent was running in the streets, breathing hard attempting to get away from whatever is trying to attack him. Unfortunately he accidentally crashed into Ezio Auditore. "Oh forgive me kind sir!" The man apologized. "Hey hey, why are you running?" Ezio asked with concern. "There is this man, who looks just like you but with different clothes. His name is Il Lupo and he's out for my blood because I stole from the Borgia to feed my kids. You have to help me!" "I will help, where will I find Il Lupo?" "I last saw him at the Centro district, near the Pantheon." "Grazie, he shall no longer be a threat to you."
A Part Of Me.Liam rolled over in the bed. He rubbed his head, the baldness reminding him that he was living through hell. The only think keeping him alive was Harry. Only thing worth fighting for was his love for Harry, his want to see Harry happy.More Like This
“Good morning baby!” Harry sat down on the bed. His cheeriness was all an act, everyone knew that. Especially Liam, he heard him crying at night when he thought he was already asleep. Harry thought that he was being quiet but he wasn’t, Liam could sense when the boys were upset, and Harry was no exception.
“Morning” Liam sat up slowly. The pain getting worse the longer he was up.