There were an essence about him which hummed with youth. She was unsure if it was the fire burning deep in his eyes, or the courageous strike of his sword; but she could feel the passion bursting through his veins. He danced between the straw dummies like a ghost, feet never fully touching the floor before he would strike again. She took a deep breath like she was in that moment with him, tasting the same air and smelling the flourishes of wild flowers infesting the cracks of the garden walls.
She smiled to herself nonchalantly before it was swept away from upcoming footsteps. The chain of Reginald’s pocket watch could be heard from across the courtyard as he sneered in Haytham’s direction. “This is where you’ve been dwelling, Kenway-” It was at the sullen use of last name that she cut off from the world, only to stare back at the man with God in his soul. She hummed to herself as she took a firm stance again, hauling herself off the wall to stand on a woo