#hiddenxmeanings

[lydiafryee]

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#53 my muse crying in front of your muse

The gleam of the blade still shone brightly in Lydia’s mind, the cheerful cries of the crowd echoing in her ears. How could she have let this happen? Then again, how could she have known the person she was working for had secretly conspired against the Revolution? She had hid well from Lydia though. Supposedly everything she had delivered contained all of their secrets… But she had not known. The lady was too fond of Lydia to give her away and for that she was beyond grateful. But she had seen it when the day came of her execution along with some familiar faces. Lydia had seen death too many times and thought nothing of it. However this was different and it had hurt her terribly.

She didn’t know why but her feet had brought her from the execution site, back to the Café Théâtre; her home was much too close to her former employer’s, on the contrary. Her face was blank…and felt numb. As she walked passed the jovial patrons of the Café, she automatically smiled at anyone who bid her a friendly nod, though the corner of her lips hadn’t reached her eyes. It was odd to be back especially when she found herself in Arno Dorian’s room which, to her fortune, was empty. She shut every door there was before collapsing into the bed, face down, and bursting into tears. When Lydia took a life for the first time as an Assassin, it was all smiles and pride. It was completely different from seeing someone she cared about having their head separate from its’ body by the guillotine. The thought of how she’ll able be to work hadn’t even crossed her mind nor did she even hear one of the doors open. She was too engrossed in her despair to notice anything at all.

[the-lost-templar-daughter]

Revised starter for @hiddenxmeanings Boston to France. The two places were quite literally a sea away, and here was a young girl that was about to have the move of a lifetime. She had grown up in Boston, born and raised there (at least for the first twelve years or so of her life), and to be leaving was going to become a culture shock she wasn’t sure she was ready for, but it was too late to turn back. France was a country she had always been eager to see, and her parents had granted her permission to journey there to stay with a distant cousin of the family, Andrea, one she hadn’t meant before, but was significantly older than her, so she knew she would be in good hands. She felt like she had been on the ship for years, though in reality it had only been a few months. However, she couldn’t deny how grateful she was to step onto dry land again. A new place meant a new start; new friends, new experiences, new everything. It was something the young girl had longed for, and finally had the chance to do. Grabbing her bags, she made her way from the upper deck of the ship, down the dock and to the carriage that sat along the street to take her to her new home. Setting her bags inside, she climbed in next to them and awaited arrival. It hadn’t taken long to reach where she would now call home. She was in a small town on the outskirts of Paris; close enough to get to the city, but not too close to be disturbed with all the commotion day in and day out. It wasn’t overly large, but not tiny either. It was comfortable. Making her way inside, she set her bags down in the foyer, taking a quick glance around the home before deciding to unpack. She was greeted with open arms, her new found family member taking her in as if they had known each other for years. They got along great despite the difference in age, though Andrea was still very protective of her. Before Elizabeth knew it, she was on the verge of turning twenty, leaving her teenage years behind. The night was warm, perfect for a walk, and the young girl decided to do just that. Leaving her home, not thinking much of the time of day, she called out to her cousin. “Andrea, I am going out for a walk. I shall return within the hour.” Andrea nodded a response, bidding her to be careful, and with that, she left her home. While out, her own dumb luck caused her to stumble across a couple of men that looked anything  but friendly. Quickly, she turned on her heels, ducking behind a building down the street. She didn’t think they had seen her, but she was proven to be wrong when she felt hands grab her arms from behind her. Hearing threats of her own death if she didn’t cooperate wasn’t the way she wanted to start this new life of hers. “Let go of me, you have no right!” She raised her voice, struggling in his grasp. Her first instinct was to panic, though in the back of her mind, she knew that wouldn’t help. Doing the only other thing she could, she brought her foot up behind herself, giving him a swift kick where it counted, and took off down the streets, looking for anywhere safe to hide.

[the-lost-templar-daughter]

Starter for @hiddenxmeanings

Boston to France. The two places were quite literally a sea away, and here was a young girl that was about to have the move of a lifetime. She had grown up in Boston, born and raised there, and to be leaving was going to become a culture shock she wasn’t sure she was ready for, but it was too late to turn back. France was a country she had always been eager to see, and her parents had granted her permission to journey there. 

She felt like she had been on the ship for years, though in reality it had only been a few months. However, she couldn’t deny how grateful she was to step onto dry land again. A new place meant a new start; new friends, new experiences, new everything. It was something the young girl had longed for, and finally had the chance to do. 

Grabbing her bags, she made her way from the upper deck of the ship, down the dock and to the carriage that sat along the street to take her to her new home. Setting her bags inside, she climbed in next to them and awaited arrival. 

It hadn’t taken long to reach where she would now call home. It wasn’t overly large, but not tiny either. It was comfortable. Making her way inside, she set her bags down in the foyer, taking a quick glance around the home before walking back out her front door. Exploring would be a good place to start. She could unpack later. For now, she wanted to get out and familiarize herself with the city at least a little bit.

Not thinking much of the time of day, nor where she was going, (since she really had no idea), she stumbled across a couple of men that looked anything  but friendly. Quickly, she turned on her heels, ducking behind a building down the street. She didn’t think they had seen her, but she was proven to be wrong when she felt hands grab her arms from behind her. Hearing threats of her own death if she didn’t cooperate wasn’t the way she wanted to start this new life of hers.

“Let go of me, you have no right!” She raised her voice, struggling in his grasp. Her first instinct was to panic, though in the back of her mind, she knew that wouldn’t help. Doing the only other thing she could, she brought her foot up behind herself, giving him a swift kick where it counted, and took off down the streets, looking for anywhere safe to hide.

[lydiafryee]

“Who did this?”

Lydia immediately grabbed the closest book and held it up to her face as to obscure the black eye she now bore, all thanks to the one idiot from the streets, from Arno’s sight. 

“Did what? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The fake innocent voice of hers was hardly convincing and there really wasn’t a reason to hide it from him, but she still felt ashamed.

[animusmama-blog]

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★  five times my muse though yours looked breath-taking, and the one time they voice it.For @hiddenxmeanings​

The first time they met, Rebecca should have figured he would appear like he did during his time of the French Revolution. Most of these guys who came to the past seem to come back as they were when they had achieved what made them famous in the past. Still, she had to get him out of here before the Templars found them.

She wasn’t much of giving the man attention who seemed quite curious on everything that has changed, although he was more curious on what the Creed has become. Her eyes wandered up from her screen, looking over to where the French Assassin and Shaun were discussing about what tactics could be utilized for an effective match-up against a possible attack from the Templars. The serious look on his face was something she didn’t care for, but she did like how it gave him a look of maturity than when he had the whole swindling problem when he was younger.

It was Galina’s turn to test out Arno’s fighting capabilities and she had to say that he was giving Galina a rather hard time, which was saying something. She watched as they exchanged blows before he threw her down, breathing as slowly as he could to catch his breath while he rolled his shoulders to get the kinks out of them. For a brief moment, their eyes met as Rebecca took a moment to glance at his shirtless body. It wasn’t long before the spell that was there had been brushed away when Galina tackled into them, restarting their fight.

As the two finally gone a mission, Rebecca was a bit surprised on how skilled he was to unlock the door rather quickly, despite having no experience or seen them. Maybe Galina had shown him during their excursions outside of the hideout. Once he pushed the door open and gestured for her to take the first step, Rebecca admired the little coy smirk on his face but also something else. Or maybe she was tricking herself.

Rebecca had found that sparring with someone who had the training of several years and being young wasn’t going to be easy. Well, she figured it wouldn’t, given that all these Assassins had been mostly doing this for years but she had hoped that since Arno had started his training around the same time she had... still, with him now over her and pinning her down, she found it rather... hot to see him flustered and riled up from their fight. Of course, she stayed silent as she turned the tables to kick his ass.

She watched him play with one of the drones as Hannah was beeping curiously at his Phantom Blade, or the modified version of it that was made by her. As he turned to look up at her when she approached them, he expressed his thanks with a genuine smile, prompting her to suddenly blurt out, “...God you’re hot.”