#justziio

[justziio]

@ask-haytham-katway

Subconsciously, Ziio was somewhat aware of the ongoings around her. She tried to will herself to awaken especially after hearing the desperation in Haytham’s voice, though it was possible that her mind was playing tricked in her in it’s current state. She could hear the sounds of her tribe which confuse her even more. What seemed like hours, but was more like minutes, passed until her body had rested enough. She slowly opened her eyes, her vision blurry and foggy. Her head was swimming but she could hear Haytham’s voice. She hearing him before her eyes focused enough for him to see her. She looked at him, her fingers curling around his as his hand laid in her hand. 
“Haytham…?” She questioned still a bit out of it. “What happened?” She asked not really remembering what had happened though a dull pain throbbed signifying that something big had happened.

[justziio]

So I'm going to be serious for a moment so bare with me.

I've always been proud if my Native American heritage. Afterall it did help me get a scholarship, but anyway since playing Assassin's Creed 3 I don't believe that I could have more pride for it. No one else may care, or care how a game can be so influential. Some (who happen to live in my house hold) see the game as a meaningless waste of time. To me, the Assassin's Creed series is so much more. Anyway, I'll cut it short there and stop taking up so much time on everyone's blog lol.

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@the-lonely-rain

Ziio walked quietly through the town of Boston. She ignored the stares and comments that she earned from passerbyers. She crossed her arms over her chest before she stopped and sat on a barrel. As much as she wanted to get back, she needed more than just her own two feet to do so.

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@ask-haytham-katway

Subconsciously, Ziio was somewhat aware of the ongoings around her. She tried to will herself to awaken especially after hearing the desperation in Haytham's voice, though it was possible that her mind was playing tricked in her in it's current state. She could hear the sounds of her tribe which confuse her even more. What seemed like hours, but was more like minutes, passed until her body had rested enough. She slowly opened her eyes, her vision blurry and foggy. Her head was swimming but she could hear Haytham's voice. She hearing him before her eyes focused enough for him to see her. She looked at him, her fingers curling around his as his hand laid in her hand. "Haytham...?" She questioned still a bit out of it. "What happened?" She asked not really remembering what had happened though a dull pain throbbed signifying that something big had happened.

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@mastertemplarkenway

Ziio stood amongst the pine needles if the tree. Normally should would be in the tree, but her condition wouldn’t even allow for her to even think of climbing. She had a rather nice view of the clearing from her vantage point and would be able to tell when the person she was waiting for would arrived. Part of her told her that she didn’t need this man and to just walk away, but another part of her couldn’t bare the thought. No matter the outcome, even if she and her unborn child ended up dead, she at least wanted to see him.

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Ooc

I serious have 40 followers? Really?! All of you guys are just amazing and I love you all! All of the hugs!

[alexanderdamnbell]

justziio replied to your post: Ziio crossed her arms over her chest as she glanced around. The swift wind tossed stray strands of her hair around as she waited in the heavily wooded area. She might as well be wasting her time there, but there was a chance that something good could come out of this random meeting in the middle of the night.

Being able to hear him before he was in sight, Ziio steadied herself for seeing him. She remained stoic and unmoving. “So, I’m here.” She said after a moment of silence. “What is it that you have to say to me that was so important that it couldn’t wait?”

"I just wanted to say that I miss you." He said, walking up to her. He didn't imagine that she would just stand there as if they didn't know each other, as if they didn't have a kid. When he was close enough to her, he took her hand in his. "I just wanted to see you."