Assassin's Creed Imagines, Preferences, Theories etc.

Imagine #2 Connor

"Let Achilles be... You act as if you have not learned him yet....

Just let him be"

Another day, another fight... Connor and Achilles, screaming at each other. The relations between them went even worse every single day and I were at no means likely to intervene. It was just a storm that would eventually pass,but still destroying everything in its path.
If eyes could kill, then the stare Connor gave me would be fatal.

"Don't you dare support him, Greyson."

"I wouldn't" I stated and run my hand through my hair, pushing them to the back. "And I do not want to be part of this."

The Indian let out a deep breath before sitting on a bench in front of the Homestead's church. It was really late, so even if we could hear the wolves in the distance, the streets were empty. Still, I was more than happy to live among the inhabitants and glad I were accepted that easily by them.

And, oh, I so enjoyed living at the Homestead, waking up to the sounds of the forest and the river every morning and then embarking on another maybe dangerous voyage on the Aquila. It looked as if life had decided to do me a little favor after all those years of sweating, and the slow death in the Royal Fleet. I had been naïve and stupid enough to join the Fleet after a brief drinking session with a man I had never seen before.

"Hav'ye ever been o' board a Royal ship?" he had asked, a drop of beer running from the corner of his mouth all the way down his chin. Dark, drunken eyes, fat belly, filled cheeks, a well fed man, like one of those walking with gold rings on their fingers.

And next to him, my then stupid younger self, with light brown locks framing my still child-looking freckled face, had answered that no, I had never been on a ship, but yes, I knew people who had left England on a Royal vessel.

He had chuckled and had talked to me about oh, how great it was in the Navy and how the gold would run like a river through my fingers in my pouch, and how beautiful the girls in Nassau and Havana were and how thrilling and better my life would be. And then, my foolish younger self with the freckles on my child looking face, had been amazed by all the wonders of the life in the Navy I had never heard about before. And I had accepted the man's offer, which I would so regret just a while after.

For those were all lies, no gold would ever meet my pouch, no girls would be running to meet me, no good life would be offered. Three years later, the now twenty year old man sweating on a Royal frigate, who was cursing and regretting and swearing he would never let anyone do the same mistakes again, given the chance, got lucky.

It all had started with a storm, like the one passing now over the friendship and relations of Connor and Achilles, with the main difference that the first one,, was beneficial. A tough naval battle, which the frigate I were attending would normally win without the captain even moving his little finger, had been lost, because of the storm. And suddenly, twenty year old sailor I had been, were now taken by the opposing ship. It had felt like a soothing cream on burnt skin, and the rain after weeks of scorching heat and dehydration. And most of all it had felt like home.

It had taken years to win captain Kenway's trust, and even more to get him to open himself to me. I had of course heard of him while in the Navy, and were thrilled to actually meet him personally.

And there I was know, five years later, about to finish another fight between him and his old acquaintance... for friends did not pass to the relationship those two men had.

"He wants me to kill my father, James." Connor said and let out a deep breath. I looked at him and fought back the urge to put my hand on his shoulder. I knew the touch of others annoyed him more than anything and every time I had tried to confront him like that, my hand had been awkwardly been pushed away.  "He is an old fool"

Something inside me smiled, but decided against showing it. The man I called my friend gave me a questioning glare. "What are you thinking of?"

"Nothing specific..."

He let out a deep breath. "You are a good man, Greyson... My mother would have liked you..."

"Do you remember her?"

"Only glimpses of her... But her face is fading away..." Something in his voice cracked. "And I hate this, Greyson..."

In the darkness, with only a few torches lighting the way here and there, I caught the glimpse of a tear running down his cheek. Connor Kenway, I strongest man I had ever known... crying...

He did not try to wipe away the tears, and I could see them fall on the ground one after another. On a tree near us came the faint singing of a bird, the smell of bread being baked was floating in the air. I knew a new day had started to run, and the color of the sky had started to get a gray tint and getting lighter. And next to me sat the muscular Connor, his elbows on his knees and his face hidden in his palms, now looking like a small kid, crying silently.

"I can't do what Achilles want me to, James... My father is the only one who knew her... and I do not want to forget her" his voice cracking more than before.

I had never seen him so emotional before, and I was shocked I ever got the chance to. I decided to go against past knowledge and reluctantly put my hand on his broad shoulders. He did not push it off, he did not pull away, he just kept getting all these emotions out, and I felt in some way privileged to have been present. It felt as if my palm, tiny compared to his back, was now collecting all those emotions, all his sorrow, I wanted to take them away from him, to get him out of the pit he had fallen into, and for the first time I realized he were just a kid, misunderstood and closed in his shell, only letting his strong self out.

A while later the crying turned into sniffing, and Connor wiped away any remaining tears. Over the trees, the sun had started to crawling his way back onto the horizon, covering everything in a thin fog, but still making any shadows fade out and disappear, together with the sorrows of the troubled time we were going through. A new day had started to come into the scene, and I knew I would be by the young Indian's side for as long as I could.

Connor gave me a tired and sad glare, and I returned him a reassuring one.

The sun was climbing its way to the sky.

And my hand was still on his shoulder.