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/ After discussing this with a friend - yep. Face claiming this for young Connor.

I. Am. Not. Sorry.

#face claim #Young Connor

rp-graphic

/ Sloooooowly getting to the drafts.

#ooc #replies #Wheeee

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He simply walked closer to the duo. Observing the interaction between them, it only brought that smile across the older Native’s face more broadly. Disregarding that suffocating need to demolish his tributes of happiness toward his father. A part of him just wanted to forget the past between them. Yet it was such a foolish concept he was grasping toward. While he sat there with his own son. Humoring the boy, and in doing so there was a flash of recognition in Connor’s eyes. As if he picked up on the older male’s past self, the ghostly visage that would mirror his actions. Which made the native’s eyes sever from his stare, dispirited to a shuffled foot. A frown then would corrupt his features as he came up behind his son. A hand would rest atop the boy’s shoulders. “ I don’t think he his familiar with that title in our tongue, Bran. “ Though he did flash a glance his father’s way. Appreciative that he was trying with the boy, and offered his patience .

The way those lips pursed , that he felt a flood of embarrassment just slightly tinge his cheeks. When he realized the Englishman hadn’t realized what he meant. He noted the look of confusion upon the older man’s face and almost immediately apologized. “ I’m.. sorry. “ Uncertainty crept between. Having dropped his gaze if not briefly to his own feet. How easily he mirrored his father then. Whom he had registered the moment he felt that hand atop his shoulder. Eyes shot wide , as his glance came from just over a shoulder up at the older Native. They only returned to the gentleman before him, upon that understanding. It was clear Connor had given the youth a mild bit of confidence to finish what he had started in the conversation with the stranger, who he hadn’t really considered a stranger at all, the more he dwelled upon it. That grin would tug at his expression , returning to uplift his spirits on the claim. “ I know your face.. “ He began, a deep inhale. “ Though, you’re much older than the portrait. “ Half tilting his head at the male. Curiosity invoked, “ ..but you pretty much look the same. “ Though the boy paused a moment, biting his lip as if he was still frightened of the idea to repeat what he earlier had said in the Native language. Though Connor, just behind him. Gave another reassuring nudge, gentle tap of his knee against the boy. That element made the youth sharply inhale before blurting it all out. “ I said.. hello to you, Grandfather. “

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Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Connor take his steps closer to the two of them. Haytham kept the small distance he had between the boy, light smile still coursing his features. Just watching the way he carried himself now, the maturity that he could visibly see. It was yet to be ..seen by his own eyes with his vocality, but he was sure he would learn more about that soon since they’ve been reunited. His eyes met Connor’s for a split second before he looked back down to the cold ground beneath his own boots.

Haytham let his hands gather around his back, letting his eyes move back to the boy as he listened to Connor speak to him. Part of him had a guess of what he said, was very sure of it, but he still wanted to hear it from the boy. He nodded to his son, giving him a half smile.

–

“It’s alright, really,” he assured, giving the same grin to the boy as he did Connor. Even though his own confusion about matched the child’s, as it didn’t exactly bother him. It wasn’t the first time a language barrier had presented itself in conversation. The mannerisms between father and son made him grin slightly, but it made him think of the minimal similarities with himself.

The man patiently waited for the boy to continue his words, curious as to what the child actually thought. Considering children were far more honest than eighty percent of adults, it would be interesting to see his reaction. “Hm?” he questioned as the boy began to speak, keeping that look as he would continue to talk. Trying to think on the portrait he mentioned. What portrait? He gave a look at Connor before he looked back to Bran. How long had the boy been looking at it? Since birth?

The confusion that was scattered about his gaze quickly ceased when the boy finally spoke what he was thinking. Stunned. Grandfather, the word echoed through his mind like an uproar of a wildfire. It was something he never thought he would hear, especially from it standing right in front of him. His face went to one of stone, keeping his smile, but it was something that was going to take a few moments to sink in. He paused, just looking to him. Taking a deep breath before finally saying a word. “And to you, grandson..”

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It was then that Connor decided to step in , if not semi permanently for his father’s sake. For the youth between them could quite possibly talk his ears off. A faint grin of his own seemed to align upon the situation, eyes intent on the Englishmen. Accessing his worn facade or the notable scars just slightly visible from a collar line. Which caused his gaze to soften, maybe even harness a glimmer of regret. It was a gaze that would retreat to his own flesh and blood, smaller in height and teetering on his toes excitedly.

“ Ah, easy on the old man.. “ He passed playfully, flashing Haytham that hint by glance alone. Before it returned to his son. “ I’m sure he is busy. Though.. “ Rode his hesitation, as if contemplating the idea in which occurred to him so suddenly. “ If he would like, he may join us for dinner this evening ? “ Though it was more of a question to ponder, subtly directing it at Haytham himself with a slight glance off to his peripheral at the man. An sincere invitation.

He kept exchanging his glances between the two adults. His grin going from wide to a smudged smirk almost instantly. As his attention rested on his father. “ Raké:ni ! That is bad form.. “ He almost held a poutful expression when apprehending his father’s arm, even tugging on it. When he passed his glance back to his grandfather that cheerful expression would regain it’s composure with an example of his enthusiasm. “ Yes ! “ He exclaimed releasing Connor and going to hug Haytham the moment Connor had mentioned the dinner plans. If not practically clinging to the aged Templar. “ Won’t you ? You can meet Otkon ! “ The name literally translating to spirit, would just so happen to be the family’s pet. Or young Bran in particular, who the she wolf dog took to protecting at a very young age. “ I think she’ll like you ! “ Of course while explaining all of this, the youngest Kenway just so happened to be latched to his grandfather.

#mxsterkenway #Barley there #Grandfather Haytham #Dinner plans

speakingmylanguagemoney

“Who said I was spying? Maybe I was just on a walk and happened to catch you massacring those men.” Bluffing wasn’t her strongest point, but it was better than telling him “Someone tried to hire me to kill you and I wanted to see what I was getting myself into.”

She wasn’t accustomed to being on the one with a weapon aimed at her, usually she killed without any indication of her presence, so she wasn’t sure how to get herself out of this. She didn’t carry any long-range weapons of her own, a choice she was regretting now.

“You don’t need to know who I am.”

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Those eyes narrowed, scowling; the cascading points of shadow, deployed from the hood , billowing beyond in current of a stray wind. Only made the gaze darker. A smirk crooked his expression, giving the depiction of his agitation , bringing a venomous , though perturbed reply. “ ..Men who deserved it.” Though he felt it necessary to state his case and emphasize the reasoning behind his course of action, though he doubt it mattered to her. “ Ah, but why should I believe the one who lurks in the shadow and claims not to be a spy. “ Though it came off more as a statement than a question. Yet he would have liked an answer. That arrow not straining far from it’s target, granted it’s held position remained firm. He hadn’t exactly moved from his grounding, either. Digits lightly flexed abroad the ash that composed the body of the weapon drawn. A small effort to relieve the tension and stress that could partially lead to muscle fatigue. “ I don’t need a name. “ Curt was his claim. “ Do not follow me again, or next time I will not hesitate. “ Not knowing her exact nature, he was fierce with the warning there after.

speakingmylanguagemoney

Of course they did, not that she cared in the slightest. She wasn’t out to save the world, she was just trying to make money. “I guess that’s just a matter of perspective.”

“You shouldn’t.” She didn’t see the point behind lying, clearly she wasn’t skilled at it. She was more for the blunt truth.

Kady blinked. If he wasn’t going to shot her now, then why the hell would she follow him? She wasn’t that stupid. “Right. Don’t follow you. Understood.”

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Sour was his expression delivered, as he would survey her one last time. Brow sketched high in question to her responses. Though he didn’t exactly press the issue. Adjusting his stance as he rose from that knee. His weapon remained fixated ; taking his steps rearward. Not releasing her under the viewpoint of an arrow until he reached the body of a decorated soldier. A General , judging by the rank insignia. He dropped the strain between threaded bow, returning the arrow to it’s proper place among the others within the quiver at his backside. Swiftly slinging the weapon itself over a shoulder as he leaned over the body. Searching the contents of pockets from trousers to coat. He had been observant since the killing, that the man was not a regional. He had been a Templar, but one of insignificant ranking no doubt. Still, he was keen on finding any kind of papers or clues on the man that was.

speakingmylanguagemoney

Kady couldn’t resist her curiosity. She made no move to leave, instead continuing to observe the man. The part of her that had grown to accept murder as a normalcy observed him in a way to find weakness, though she would do nothing. Especially when the only weapon she was carrying was a dagger.

“What are you searching for?” She assumed the man was a Templar, once again not that she cared, why else would he choose him from the lot of them?

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The lingering presence that would play part on his senses had his gaze rise to greet her a second time. Narrowing upon her the longer he stared. Though the silence would prove uncomfortable , if not perhaps for the both of them. A slight sneer corrupting his tiers, contorting his expression upon the ill manner of distaste. Upon her questioning him, he had found what he was searching for. Tucking it away swiftly to his own coat pockets. “ Is that really any of your concern ? “ Drifting cold, as he rose to his feet. His eyes would endure the stare a notch longer , leisurely turn from her to take a pace forward ; along the opposite direction. He would not give her anything to go on. Though reluctant as he now became to even leave her without a bit of advice. “ I wouldn’t stay here if I were you. “ A indication upon the site that remaining, would only put suspicion on her, not him.

#kady-cross-assassin-for-hire #The Ghost #Land of the free

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#Kenway probs

Heya. I came across your blog through one of my RP partners and thought I'd drop a note to see if you'd like to RP :3 I haven't RPed much in this verse, and haven't honestly had a chance to play this AC game but I do research the time period for information relevant to the RP to try to be at least somewhat accurate for immersion purposes. If you have any questions regarding my character, feel free to contact me via IM or ask. Thanks :)

/ Well Hello. :) I would most certainly like to role play. Though my replies may be a lil slow at this time. But I will definitely reply. xD I always adore those who take the extra mile for accuracy. :3

//Ayyye thanks for the follow back man, you don't mind if I make a starter do you?

/ You are very welcome. I don’t mind at all ! :)

((Thank you for the follow!))

/ Most welcome. :)

stubblebrilliant

#Washington #The Ghost

templarscreedme

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Having to bait one another became a past time, either one stubbornly refusing defeat or truce.

#mxsterkenway #Old man #Squabbling of father and son

aerloria

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Everything will change. Everything has changed

#Ravenous Wolf #The Ghost

speakingmylanguagemoney

“Who said I was spying? Maybe I was just on a walk and happened to catch you massacring those men.” Bluffing wasn’t her strongest point, but it was better than telling him “Someone tried to hire me to kill you and I wanted to see what I was getting myself into.”

She wasn’t accustomed to being on the one with a weapon aimed at her, usually she killed without any indication of her presence, so she wasn’t sure how to get herself out of this. She didn’t carry any long-range weapons of her own, a choice she was regretting now.

“You don’t need to know who I am.”

wolfofthefrontier-blog

Those eyes narrowed, scowling; the cascading points of shadow, deployed from the hood , billowing beyond in current of a stray wind. Only made the gaze darker. A smirk crooked his expression, giving the depiction of his agitation , bringing a venomous , though perturbed reply. “ ..Men who deserved it.” Though he felt it necessary to state his case and emphasize the reasoning behind his course of action, though he doubt it mattered to her. “ Ah, but why should I believe the one who lurks in the shadow and claims not to be a spy. “ Though it came off more as a statement than a question. Yet he would have liked an answer. That arrow not straining far from it’s target, granted it’s held position remained firm. He hadn’t exactly moved from his grounding, either. Digits lightly flexed abroad the ash that composed the body of the weapon drawn. A small effort to relieve the tension and stress that could partially lead to muscle fatigue. “ I don’t need a name. “ Curt was his claim. “ Do not follow me again, or next time I will not hesitate. “ Not knowing her exact nature, he was fierce with the warning there after.

speakingmylanguagemoney

Of course they did, not that she cared in the slightest. She wasn’t out to save the world, she was just trying to make money. “I guess that’s just a matter of perspective.”

“You shouldn’t.” She didn’t see the point behind lying, clearly she wasn’t skilled at it. She was more for the blunt truth.

Kady blinked. If he wasn’t going to shot her now, then why the hell would she follow him? She wasn’t that stupid. “Right. Don’t follow you. Understood.”

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Sour was his expression delivered, as he would survey her one last time. Brow sketched high in question to her responses. Though he didn’t exactly press the issue. Adjusting his stance as he rose from that knee. His weapon remained fixated ; taking his steps rearward. Not releasing her under the viewpoint of an arrow until he reached the body of a decorated soldier. A General , judging by the rank insignia. He dropped the strain between threaded bow, returning the arrow to it’s proper place among the others within the quiver at his backside. Swiftly slinging the weapon itself over a shoulder as he leaned over the body. Searching the contents of pockets from trousers to coat. He had been observant since the killing, that the man was not a regional. He had been a Templar, but one of insignificant ranking no doubt. Still, he was keen on finding any kind of papers or clues on the man that was.

#kady-cross-assassin-for-hire #No stumbling accident #The Ghost