#masterhaytham

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He'd kept an eye on her as she climbed. Good. She was clever and knew enough in that respect. Breaking from cover, he sat down, his eyes fixed on her in the distance as if to say he saw her all along.

Crouching down (after all she hadn’t climbed that high as to be impossible to see), she looked around, in the market, for Haytham. Just as she caught a glimpse of him, he started moving again, apparently away from the crowd. She noticed his face directed towards her, almost as if he knew where she was. 

Seeing that he was not blending in anymore, she started running again, using some discarded bags as mattress for her landing. 

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But then he'd disappeared, blending into the crowd at one of the busy fish markets unbelievably quickly. He was nowhere to be seen visibly as he moved with ease from crowd to crowd. He was interested to see from a mentor's perspective how she'd cope.

For God’s sake…

There was no way of tracking the man… not from ground level. There were far too many people and her own stature made it impossible to see the man. So she decided to make a detour… towards the buildings near the market. Perhaps height would help her find him. 

She made use of some wooden, temporary storage rooms that people used to build near their homes. It was far easier than climbing walls. She then gazed upon the crowd, in search for her lover… 

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Darting through alleys, market places and busy streets, he shouted back at her, taunting her. "I bet you've never seen so much of Boston before!" It was a decent ruse to tease her since her actual job was to... Well, chase him!

As if she had time to admire her surroundings! Diana laugh, feet rapidly hitting the ground in a quick sprint after Haytham. 

"Careful not to trip, old man!" she retorted as she swiftly balanced herself into a lamppost to change directions. "Then I would have to tend to your bruises as well!~" 

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He'd already reached the door as he hummed his agreement and, shooting her a rather innocent look, he opened it and turned. "But you would have to catch me and Grand Masters are quick and elusive." With that he was gone, sprinting away from her.

She let out a loud laugh as she turned around, having just caught a glimpse of the man’s cape sneaking out the door. So he felt playful in that day… good thing she was physically better. 

Chuckling to herself, she shook her head and sprinted after him. 

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He smirked against her neck, nipping it lightly before moving away, knowing exactly what he was doing. "Isn't it a shame that I'm completely dry? I suppose you'll have to do without," he teased.

She opened her eyes and smile, her blush stronger the ever. A strong shake of the head was given in response, Diana refusing to turn and face him though. 

"Ah… there’s always a solution to that, love." 

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Being as sneaky as he was, he decided to exploit her blush. Moving behind her, he encircled her waist, kissing her neck and whispering, his voice low, into her ear. "I do look rather cold and incapable. I suppose you'd have to undress me."

A shiver ran down her spine at the man’s words and gestures; his low voice, whispered into her ear, was something she would forever indulge in, the sound of it extremely enticing. 

Her hands immediately went to rest over his own, and she found herself closing her eyes, smiling at the imagery. “Yes… I suppose so. And I would. I would also have to keep you warm, to dry your skin and hair off… slowly, with a towel…” 

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He shot her a look of bemusement. "I look like a drowning man," he commented objectively, amazed that she felt so giddy about him at times. The blush couldn't be ignored either. "I suppose you would have helped me dry off, hm?" he teased willingly.

And such a tease he was! Diana let out a laugh, her cheeks growing darker as she pictured the scene. "Of course I would have. I would have helped dry everything and keep you warm!"

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masterhaytham replied to your post: He was terribly late due to his work and he only hoped she wouldn't be too upset over it. On the way he'd stopped by his own home, trudging through the miserable, soaking, wet conditions, picking up a bottle of wine and a book he thought she might enjoy. With the hope that this might lighten her mood, he knocked on the door and waited.

He shrugged out of his drenched outer layers and removed his hat before following her in, as he attempted to fix his wet, stubborn hair. Sitting down, he smiled and offered her the wine and the book. “I thought you may be upset about my tardiness.”

"I swear, the weather is terrible today!" The Assassin didn't like the sudden change; she would happily spend her time in her own living room in rainy days such as that. So she murmured those words as she aided her lover into removing his cape and coat. 

A shy smile appeared on her face as he offered her the gifts. "There was no need, dear," she admitted, bowing her head. "But I love them." Truth be told, she hadn't even expected him to come, considering the weather and his schedule; so his presence alone was enough of a reason for a smile to appear on the woman's face. 

"Come now... to the fireplace! I don't want you to get cold..."