Kids,
Rauf is not your uncle
Rauf is not family
kthnxbye
I beg to differ.
Whatever, Sef
We abandoned you anyway
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Kids,
Rauf is not your uncle
Rauf is not family
kthnxbye
I beg to differ.
Whatever, Sef
We abandoned you anyway
Kids,
Rauf is not your uncle
Rauf is not family
kthnxbye
abbas-sofian replied to your post: Goooooooood morning, Masyaf, Roma, Future-people,…
Who even let you out go back to your prison cell.
Your cocksucker did
You mean Altair
No, that’s my cocksucker
But it’s Altair who let you out, idiot
or was it?
abbas-sofian replied to your post: Goooooooood morning, Masyaf, Roma, Future-people,…
Who even let you out go back to your prison cell.
Your cocksucker did
You mean Altair
No, that's my cocksucker
abbas-sofian replied to your post: Goooooooood morning, Masyaf, Roma, Future-people,...
Who even let you out go back to your prison cell.
Your cocksucker did
Goooooooood morning, Masyaf, Roma, Future-people, whatever
I don’t just like Altaïr. I like Altaïr.
ovo
boohoo
While everyone is all wrapped up in blankets we'll tan on Masyaf's sand dunes
Altair may or may not be on hiatus
either or I'm back for his balls
“Na’am I do.” Tazim smiled brightly, at his father, stirring the pot. The book Malik had picked up was a well thumbed book on the Hebrew language. There was a basic medical book on the table near it.
Soon he brought two bowls of food to the table, sitting them down alongside some bread, “When I was training I excelled in two things; language and heavy weaponry, namely swords.” he said proudly.
Malik was not the one for languages, however he recognized the letters and they were not enough to catch his interest.
"So I've heard, Rauf used to send me letters. He said you were nearly as good as your father. Nearly." His prideful smile was back, this time with a hint of regret. When and why did he miss that.
The younger snorted at the thought of his father helping him chase a turkey down. It was so good to see him smiling. He strode across the rooftop to his own home on the outskirts of town before he slowly began to climb down the ladder, making sure to not look down.
Inside Tazim’s home was filled with books. If anybody was selling or didn’t want a book he’d buy it. Any knowledge was good knowledge. Most of them were language books. He motioned towards some big pillows, “Please, get comfortable baba.” he smiled before going to his ‘kitchen’ where he sat and started to work on the turkey soup.
The home was not much different from his bureau, with books sprawled here and there. Well maybe Malik's bureau was a bit more organized but that wasn't really the case. Truly was Tazim his father's boy. Knowledge was power; he was proud that Tazim realized the truth behind said statement.
Malik allowed himself to rest upon the cushions picking up the nearest book and skimming through it. "So you read?!" this wasn't intended as a question, however he couldn't help the obviously impressed tone that slipped through.
“Actually I do have turkey.” Tazim nodded, “Would you mind turkey soup or would you like something else?” he asked. The boy had gotten quite good at cooking since he’d been out on his own and he rather enjoyed the activity. He followed Malik, unable to stop smiling. He was just so happy he was safe and sound.
"Good, that saves us the trouble of chasing after one." he returned the smile, warm and genuine. There were very few times when Malik was allowed a carefree attitude, so he embraced these times with avidity and humor. It was good to take a break from his resolved nature. "Soup sounds good, and not as exhausting as grilling."
bignosedai started following you
/lets out a sigh of relief, smiling/
Oh Baba. I am just glad that you are alive and I hope one day to inherit your skills.
Do you wish me dead, boy? /acknowledges the praise yet he still fakes a frown, preferring to jest/ I don't have that much coins though.
Part of Tazim wished he were still a child so he could just hide under his father’s dai coat all day and stay safe there but that was no longer the case. At Malik’s explanation he let a soft smile cross his face again with quiet sigh, “You are right, baba. Just sometimes it feels so real and there’s nothing I can do.” he shook his head, “But enough of that. You must be hungry, tell me what I can cook for you back at home.” he reached his hand out to give his father’s shoulder a squeeze in return.
There was something along the lines of "You can hardly boil water to start with" on the tip of his tongue but he bit it down, this was Tazim not Altair. He allowed himself a smile at this thought briefly reminiscing the hookah's incident. They shared a strong bond, he and Altair. "Anything's fine." he placed a hand on Tazim's back guiding him through the rooftops "Scratch that, I'd love some turkey. If you haven't any we can always snatch some out of the garden."
Tazim, above all else, was relieved to see his father, especially after the nightmare which had woken him the night before. He held Malik close for a moment longer before releasing him and stepping back, smiling, “I am so glad to see you, Baba. As for being up early…well…it is silly but I was woken up by a nightmare.” he rubbed the back of his head with a nervous chuckle, “I figured I was too old for such things to scare me like they do."
It's been a while since he was last reunited with his boy, so Malik refused to let their greetings be so brief and cold. He tightened his grip round the younger, keeping him close for a few more minutes before finally letting him go a soft pat. "As we grow older our sense of responsibility grows along, and as assassins we develop a higher assessment for danger. It makes more sense for adults to fear than for carefree children." he offered a reassuring smile, and gently slipped his hand over Tazim's shoulder giving it a soft squeeze as he went on "You haven't much to fear."
bignosedai started following you
I heard you had been killed! I was getting ready to ride for Jerusalem this morning.
Ah. /strokes his goatee then grins pridefully/ Many have tried, none succeeded. My skills aren't as rusty as some would assume.
You don't look anything like me, don't pretend.
You're right. I'm way more fab.