#vindictivefiat

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@assassintraitor replied to your post:    Tfw your dad just sits there with his arm...

Shay vc: STEAL HIS HAT.

   “It... doesn’t appear worth stealing--             especially when I already possess one of far more decent quality.”

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@assassintraitor replied to your post: @assassintraitor replied to your post: ...

Shay vc; …Whats with you Kenways wearing stupid taco hats smh ….

   NOW WHOA THERE-- IRISH FABIEN.

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   Tfw your dad just sits there with his arm crossed                   as you do all the work yet again @vindictivefiat.

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{{ @vindictivefiat​​ Continued from Here }}

    EMOTION was always difficult to read from him, most of which shown on his face but rarely his body. Stoic, rather INDIFFERENT, Haytham found himself falling upon those more often these days. This banter was getting exhausting. Connor was still a BOY, weaned on and had grown up with this concept of LIBERTY, of FREEDOM—it made him BLIND, as much as he tried to make him SEE. Haytham kept his previous stance, hands clasped behind his back, though he did turn to face Connor at his question—his accusation. Still, despite his thoughts, he couldn’t help the upward tilt of his head, eyebrows raised slightly.

    “It does,” he stated, a step closer, “Standing in comparison to your naivety and failure to see reason, there is no surprise as to why.”

   HE WOULD STAND TALL, appearing as UNFLINCHING as always in the other’s own eyes. Continuing to grow all the more accustomed to the nature of those tepidly spoken words, there have certainly been times where he had succeeded in evoking more evident VEXATION right out of him. This alliance-- no, this truce, had been an unexpected one, to say the least. A compromise that had brought upon for them, if not him, an all-the more uncertain road for him to follow. The considerations of what COULD HAVE BEEN or COULD BE-- was nothing more but FOOLISH THINKING, especially to the young assassin himself.

   AND, THERE WAS THAT WORD AGAIN-- always. That word alone being all he needed in describing all to which he had thought of him. He would regard him as nothing more than a naive little boy. NAIVE in his beliefs, in his very goals.“You may continue to believe that for yourself, father.” He knew he would only to continue to progress from here on out, accepted long ago that the two of them would never be able to agree upon anything, “You yourself have but reached a wall to which you refuse to look away from.”