First Meet
Pairing : Ratonhnhaké:ton / Connor Kenway x Osiris (Self insert) Word count : 962 Warning(s) : Near death experience , kinda smitten at first sight
-February 1773-
Snowstorms. Cold and dangerous to get caught out in. Especially if you’re under dressed.
And Osiris.. was just that.
Josef had told him to take his heavy jacket with him, had told him to wear his gloves and winter boots. And Osiris hadn’t listened. He knew what he was doing!
I should’ve listened to Josef. It’s all that’s bouncing around his head as he huddles under an overhang that just barely keeps the wind from whipping against his face.
Snow has blown under the overhang. His lingering body heat has melted it and it seeps into his boots and his pants. He shivers, teeth chattering before he brings his hands to his mouth. Osiris breathes into his hands, trying to keep at least a part of his body warm.
It doesn’t do much. His fingers have long gone a pale white and they hurt to press together. Not that he can feel them any other time.
Snow continues to pile up outside, gusts of wind pushing more and more of the frigid powder into his space. He loses feeling in his toes, and then his feet as water seeps into the fabric of his shoes and into his wool socks.
His ass is the next to go numb, quickly followed by his legs. It’s a strange sensation, being able to see your legs but being unable to move them at all.
Though he didn’t have much time to actually think about it before his mind begins to grow hazy and he notices black spots dancing in his peripheral. Josef would kill him if the cold didn’t..
Time loses meaning the longer Osiris sits there. His head falls back, thumping heavily against the rocks behind him. Pain spreads from the contact point and everything goes black for a second.
To him at least. When his vision comes to, he’s no longer under the overhang and, instead, is being carried. And whoever is carrying him is.. warm. Instinct has him hiding his face in the person’s chest, seeking more of that warmth.
As his consciousness comes back, he can hear someone speaking. The words are muffled and distorted so he can’t make anything out besides the soothing cadence of them. He lets out a weakened groan in his attempt to answer.
“Shhh.”
Osiris can make out the quiet shush and nods numbly before letting his eyes shut again. He’ll have to thank the person properly when he’s not on the verge of dying.
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When he does wake again, he’s much, much warmer.
The soft crackle of a fire catches his attention and he cracks his eyes open. Sure enough, he’s been laid on his side on a blanket in front of a roaring fire. He’s been wrapped nice and tight in a blanket as well, his clothes swapped for dry ones.
Shifting to roll onto his back, Osiris becomes aware of another presence in the room with him.
“Good, you’re awake,” they say and Osiris recognizes the voice as the one he’d heard earlier. He assumes this is the man who’d found him.
The man walks over to where Osiris is laying and crouches down to help him sit up. “How are you feeling?” The man asks, pressing a warm hand against Osiris’ cheek.
Osiris finds himself leaning into the touch for a moment before the question registers in his mind. “Warm.”
He’s surprised to hear how slurred his voice sounds. It doesn’t sound like him at all.
His savior takes notice and steps away for a few moments before returning with a bowl. Steam billows from it and the pleasant smell of herbs drift around them.
Osiris squirms to get the blanket loose enough to reach for the bowl. As he spoons the broth into his mouth, the man watches him. It brings a warmth to his cheeks that he was unfamiliar with. He chalks it up to the heat of the fire seeping into his face.
He tries his best to ignore the eyes on him until he’s finished off the soup. It had actually tasted quite good and had done a decent job at soothing his throat.
The man takes the empty bowl from him before sitting down in front of Osiris, much to his surprise. “What were you doing out there?” The man asks.
Why had he been out there? After racking his brain for a few moments, it comes back to him. “I was.. checking my traps,” Osiris says. He flexes his fingers a few times, listening to his knuckles crack and creak with the action. “Just got caught at a bad time.”
Talk about understatement.
“With no winter gear?”
Osiris cringes internally. He really had been a fool hadn’t he? Josef is probably worried sick. He manages a small nod and he hears the man let out a soft huff.
“You are foolish.”
“Aye,” Osiris sighs.
Another huff leaves the man but this one sounded more amused than anything. “At least you are aware.” A short pause before he continues speaking. “What is your name?”
Osiris clears his throat before he answers. “It’s Osiris. Or Ozzy for short.”
Another beat of silence where neither of them speaks. “Um.. what’s yours?” Osiris finally asks.
“Connor,” the man, Connor, answers.
Osiris nods slowly. “Connor..” he repeats to himself. “Thank you, Connor. For saving me.”
“It would have been cruel to leave you to die,” Connor hums, rising to his feet again. “Rest. I will take you home when you are ready.”
“Aye, I’ll let you know when I’m ready,” Osiris says, looking up at Connor to watch him go. He tries to ignore the lingering want to continue speaking to the other. Maybe they’d have more chances to get to know each other better. He hopes they do.
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Finally remembered I have actual self insert lore..