Independent Assassin's Creed OC RP account (Please go to Navigation for Character Information and other pages that might be useful) Ā Ā I am Gratia, an apprentice of the Assassin Order. You'll find I can handle myself just fine being petite. I've traveled to and adventured lands both near and far for nearly a decade, though my heart now lies with the Brotherhood. I master a low profile den in the south mid-western area of the Antico District of Rome. It's quiet in the area, but it still needs to be manned. It can be uneventful, but I do appreciate any assassins who stop by. M!A Status: none *This blog contains NSFW material. The majority of NSFW posts are tagged, some sadly are not due to my own laziness. My apologies in advance.*
As Gratia moved away from him, Federico returned his attention to the food he had been preparing, humming under his breath as it was finished up. Growing up alone with only his mother had taught him a few things, such as learning to cook, in order to feed himself. Now that he had Gratia.. he was happy to use that skill in order to help her relax.
Once he was finished, the table was set, and their food set out in preparation. The recruit sat down, and waited for his lover to return.
Cleaned up and out of her assassin robes, Gratia returned to the kitchen. She couldn't even begin to count the way of how much she was grateful for Federico, always caring for her whenever she returned home from the line of duty.Ā
āIt smells delicious.ā She hummed, placing a kiss to her loverās cheek before taking her seat.Ā
āI know.. but I cannot help but to worry,ā he hummed, pulling back from his kiss to offer her a soft smile. āNow.. Settle in, and I will serve dinner, va bene?ā
Iām honestly a bit confused by this fandom. So hating on Arno is absolutely fine but hating on Connor is a sin? What exactly makes him more worthy than Arno? Double standards, ladies and gents. I wish people would stop putting someone on a pedestal and bashing others. Learn to love and respect every story that Ubisoft created. Every character is special and has his own charm.
The thing about this is that sculptures like these in art history were for the male gaze. Photoshop a phone to it and suddenly sheās seen as vain and conceited. Thatās why Iām 100% for selfie culture because apparently men can gawk at women but when we realize how beautiful we are weāre suddenly full of ourselvesā¦
āYou painted a naked woman because you enjoyed looking at her, put a mirror in her hand and you called the painting āVanity,ā thus morally condemning the woman whose nakedness you had depicted for you own pleasure.ā ā John Berger, Ways of Seeing
The taller recruit gave her a soft pout, not at all pleased to hear that the soldiers in question were able to hit her at all. Leaning in, Federico cupped her cheek with a delicate hand, pecking the opposite with a feather-soft kiss.
āJust some Borgia hounds that were getting far too rough with me. Iām fine, but I canāt say the same for them.ā Gratia shrugs, hugging Federico close.
āAnd you are not hurt?ā he hummed, gently moving to turn himself around in her arms, wanting to get a closer look. Although he knew what their job was, and just what risks they were bound to take, Federico was always concerned, never wanting Gratia to be in the line of danger, for any reason.
When peeking around at her, he noticed the blood and couldnāt help but frown. No matter how strong Gratia was, it wouldnāt ever stop Federico from worrying about her safety. āWas there any trouble?ā
āJust some Borgia hounds that were getting far too rough with me. Iām fine, but I canāt say the same for them.ā Gratia shrugs, hugging Federico close.
He waited patiently for her to return home, a bright smile on his face as he had finished preparing something simple for the two of them to eat. Fed wasn't as great of a cook as his fiance, but the recruit certainly did try.
Gratia had finished her work early, almost sprinting her way home to her love. She had slowed to a walk once she entered their home, wasting no time in stepping up behind Federico and wrapping her arms snuggly around him.Ā āDinner smells good.āĀ
Federico chuckled, humming as he felt her cheek pressing into his back. āIt is not as good as how you make it, or my mother, but I try,ā he mused, moving one hand to gently cup over one of her hands. āIs everything finished for the evening, cara?ā
He waited patiently for her to return home, a bright smile on his face as he had finished preparing something simple for the two of them to eat. Fed wasn't as great of a cook as his fiance, but the recruit certainly did try.
Gratia had finished her work early, almost sprinting her way home to her love. She had slowed to a walk once she entered their home, wasting no time in stepping up behind Federico and wrapping her arms snuggly around him.Ā āDinner smells good.āĀ