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Possible Hiatus

So my mom is getting ready to cancel my phone contract and that's my only way to connect with you all until I get a computer again. I am truly sorry if I abruptly leave so I am saying my farewells now just in case. My birthday is in December so hopefully the wait won't be long. I won't forget any of you so try not to forget about me.

~Vicky

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clockwork-kenway is still the most authentic and beautifully written characters on this site and in the assassin's creed fandom. I will seriously be upset if the game character isn't like him. Such a amazing and loving character.

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Outlawed Gold (closed with clockwork-kenway)

Her horse gallopped at a steady rhythm, apparenty aimlessly wandering through the town. The noble animal's proud stance seemed to have been shadowed by its tiredness, for its head was now lowered, and pacing around with each shep it took.

"Easy, boy," nurmured Diana, giving it a gently pat. "We'll be stop soon." As soon as she found the place she was looking for.

The Assassin, forced by the setting her voyage took her in, was dressed accordingly to the fashion there. But by no means was she wearing the female attire, not when she was set on traveling. No, she was sporting the much more practical pants, along with an undershirt and a waistcoat. Her long overcoat was successfully hiding both her gauntlets and the flints she wore at her hips. It was all but flattering to her womanly curves, but it mattered little in that day. With a frown, Diana took a hand up, to fix her hat; the only protection she had against the sun.

She sighed; truth of the matter was she was not enjoying the place. There was something about it that made her feel uneasy. Perhaps it was the climate and landscapes, so different from her own home, or the hygiene of the towns, where animals and people alike were marching down the streets. Or perhaps it was the lack of a feeling of permanence. Everything seemed new in the Frontier, and so easy to shatter! As quickly as the wooden buildings appeared, as prone they were to fall apart. It was all much unlike the sense of permanence, of security she had clung to in other cities.

The brunette prompted her steed to stop. They had reached a peculiar looking building, a tavern. It was in such places that she knew she could find the man she was to meet. Perhaps Lady Luck was on her side and he would be there. She left the horseto get some rest and food and walked in.

Everything was normal in the tavern; music was playing, the performers impossible to see in the croud, and everyone was happy, almost as if intoxicated by the ale. Diana walked to the bar to get herself a pint.

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cute family times aw

Tessa carefully opened the door to her sleeping son's room just enough so she could slip in. He was so peaceful, so relaxed while he was sleeping that she didn't want to wake him yet. The mother smiled fondly and watched a few moments more before sitting next to the sleeping child and softy stroking his hair. "Haytham, darling, it's time to wake up," she whispered gently in his ear.

#i know i know i win at titles #abtb #clockworkkenway #starting with haytham since sarah is on i guess?

((I want an rp with a kid Haytham and an Edward. Happy family adorable times. Anybody? Bueller? Bueller?))

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+1 a Kenway || clockwork-kenway

Elizabeth gave a timid smile as she saw the man coming directly for her. "H-Hi...I'm Elizabeth, who are you?" She extended her hand nervously.

#ahh sorry this took forever #i was swamped in replies on a few other accounds #*accounts #clockworkkenway

"I'm here to stay." Edward said with a lazy smile and leaned over to rest his drained body atop of hers with a groan. "--though I cannot remember much of anything. How you've found me again..Why I was in Boston."

He couldn't remember? Should she tell him? Could she really sit back and forget the horrors she had seen simply because he was unable to? But it was late and he was clearly exhausted. "Hush, my love," she cooed soothingly. "There's no need for any of that now. Just lay with me. We can speak in the morning."

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