"Nothing is true, everything is permitted".
"Let the Father of Understanding guide us".
Assassins and Templars' one-shots.
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"Ya knaw that shanty the boys sang? Tha one that's abou a sailor dreaming abou thei' lover dyin'?"
"Lowlands away", Anne answers.
"Ya, that one".
"It feels too close to home, isn't it?"
"Hell, it does".
You both sigh sadly.
"Mary wa everythin', Anne. And I couldn't save her on time", your body falls to the side, until you're on the green grass again. Bottle spilling its content.
"Oi, it's not worthy to spill yar tears. She'll kick yar arse".
"She's gone, Anne", now you're sobbing. Drunk but still sobbing. "Wha I am supposed ta do?"
Anne sighs again, being the sober one and the one who was in pain the most. She lost her friend, her lover, and her baby. But it was you the one, drinking its ass, crying like a baby in the grass.
"C'mere".
And she grabs your hand and starts pulling until you move through the grass until your head is on her lap.
"I miss her too", she says, running her fingers through your hair. "Weepin' ain't brin' her back".
"I know", you respond, still crying.
She doesn't say anything else.
You just cry.
Until you ask:
"Are ya leaving me too, Anne?"
She looks at you, in the eyes, closing her face to yours, the closest her body lets her.
"Never. Yar stuck with thi Irish until the end. Tha I can promise".
