Assassin's Creed Imagines, Preferences, Theories etc.

Imagine #5: Edward

Hello guys! This one goes to @MrsKenway25. Many thanks for the request and hope you enjoy! Sorry it took me so long... I had my exams and I had to study a lot... But now, it is almost over and I have more time to update. ;)

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Thatch murmurs a few swears and curses after a few raindrops land on his coat, and he keeps swearing while taking out an umbrella. We are walking down a busy London street, on our way to a convention center. The rain we are facing has been boiling over our heads all day long but it surprises me that my companion actually considered bringing an umbrella with him. I observe him while he's trying to avoid any raindrop that might ruin his so valuable overcoat, and burst into a few chuckles as he fails. Completely.

"Ploughing rain" he hisses and finally manages to get under his cover.

"You made out of sugar, or what?"

He squints his eyes and we are finally able to keep walking again.

"Watch it, Kenway... You made me wear a goddamn suit and tie, and wake up at seven in the morning for you to go to that convention, and you show up wearing a leather jacket..." he points a finger at me. "Watch it, or I swear I will drown you in a bowl of fruit punch and there is no chance I'll have any regrets..."

"I told you to dress a little more formal... I never mentioned a tuxedo..."

"You said there was a dress code..."

"To make sure you wouldn't show up in-"

"I know how to dress for a convention... But this?" He indicates his attire with his free hand, "I look ridiculous... I feel ridiculous... This crap is fucking ridiculous..." he growls. "I hope your friend is ploughing worth it, or you are spending the night on the balcony..."

I glance up to the sky that has a dark grey color, and cherish the moments I spend facing the raindrops and feeling them splash against my skin. A car honks right next to me and I come back to reality.

"Come, Thatch, we must walk a little quicker."

He sighs and pulls up his pants with his free hand. "Doing my best..."

It looks as if an eternity has past before we finally reach the convention center, and I can sense my friend is already planning my murder, for he is the only one in formal attire. As far as our eyes can go, people in merch, costumes or some supposed cosplay crap are swarming the whole place like the markets in India. We look around like idiots, trying to spot the reason we made all this way. A few people pay attention to us, and ask my friend if he is supposed to be "The bald guy from Hitman". Thatch takes a deep breath, avoids the question, asks for directions. They point to a stand across the hall after commenting that he is supposed to be bald, if he wants to be the guy from Hitman.

I nearly overthrow a girl in Overwatch attire and a tall, thin woman who cosplays as- Maleficent ?

"Where are we going, Kenway?"

"To the back... I-"

"What?"

I scream the answer to him again, but I swear he still did not hear me. I decide to simply snatch him by the arm and lead the way through the crowds of cosplayers and the groups of people taking photos, until we finally reach the Ubisoft stand.

"I can't believe my eyes... Edward, you actually made it!"

The young man who approaches us from the stand has a blue and grey scarf wrapped around his neck, which matches the pale blue eyes and the face spotted with freckles.