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Altair looked up with his hood, arching a brow at the darkly dressed man before him as he knelt. “ It’s fine..” Altair said quietly, grunting as the man swatted away his hand. His armor pulled off as well as his robes, leaving him shirtless with only his pants. He had a deep gash in his side, a run in with city gaurds. Altair was being careless, and the look on the assassin’s face was proof enough he knew.

Altair looked at Malik with his grey eyes, an uncommon sight in this part of the world. “ You don’t have to Malik.”

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mrasayf

altaïr always walking around shirtless to arouse malik

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futuro-r

*¬*

#levantinementor #look at these losers #altmal

mrasayf

at least finished an old idea

Difficult life of Big Brother Altair who’s boyfriend is an idiot

#literally laughing so hard right now #levantinementor #bless

mrasayf

I hope you didn’t expect anything else

#altmal #levantinementor

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It was late in the day, it was the shamed assassin’s second day in Jerusalem. The sun casting a golden glow across the sun baked tops of buildings, the rooftops Altair jumped across with grace and skill. His soft footsteps and ruffle of his coat tail muffled by the activity of the streets. He moved, light foot pads beating on stone before he saw the garden lattice work on the distant roof. The Bureau. Safest place for the assassin in the city.

Altair was hurt a bit, tired and sweating in his armor. He ran to the opening, dropping down into the cool, shaded garden. The trickle of the cold fountain on the far wall. The flutter of pidgin’s wings. He flopped down in the pile of colorful pillows, grunting as he did so under his hood. With rough hands he started to remove his armor. Peeling it off to get at the cuts on his body that stained his outfit red.

Red like the bloody work he does to redeem himself.

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