Assassin's creed one-shots

Shay Cormac[again]

  author's note: this isn't really a part two but at the same time it can be idk you decide you don't have to read the first one shot to know what's going on also somebody should stop me and make me write for other characters too i mean i just love shay too much and have no self control also some mature content ahead but like not entirely a smut just some confused angst in between and it will probably not appear in anymore chapters so i don't really wanna put an M rating to the whole book you know what I mean heh anyways enjoy <3 also also this is the longest one yet so be prepared  

Nothing else matters

Oh all the money that e'er I spent
I spent it in good company
And all the harm that e'er I've done
Alas, it was to none but me
And all I've done for want of wit
To memory now I can't recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all

Entering the tavern almost soundlessly, you headed straight for the bar and as you a approached, smell of alcohol and cigarettes filled your nose within seconds. By the time you leaned over the counter, you already wanted to leave. The small tavern was suffocating despite the quite lively atmosphere. Gamblers and the ones that watched them stayed by the corners as a band played in the middle of it all. Song that they played was one of those old shanties that you enjoyed listening from time to time, lighting up the mood you were in.

What was strange to you was that there was no thugs or other gang members patrolling this small area. Your gaze fell to the polished wood as your fingers nervously tapped against it, awaiting the bartender that appeared to be busy with something.

However, this place seemed to be out of Hope's men's range. You remembered it well, how she tried to convince you not to leave Homestead in search of Shay. By today, they are probably calling you a traitor as well. But after what Shay had told you happened in Lisbon, you didn't know what to think. Not wanting to fight for something you didn't want to believe, Achilles pursuing the ancient Precursor sites even after the destruction of one whole city seemed surreal to you. But at the same time, he was the man that saved you and brought you up as an Assassin that you are today.

One thing you made clear with yourself.

The Brotherhood is to never be compromised, but the truth deserves to be known. And that was what you were seeking right now. You believed that it lied within Shay's memories of the tragedies, so you set out to find him. Partially. The other part of you wished that you just be at in his arms without the whole world standing between you.

Oh all the comrades that e'er I've had
Are sorry for my going away
And all the sweethearts that e'er I've had
Would wish me one more day to stay
But since it falls unto my lot
That I should rise and you should not
I'll gently rise and I'll softly call
Good night and joy be with you all
Good night and joy be with you all

And you found him. However, you were too frightened to even approach him. You saw him as he vowed to the Templar order. His face was contoured by dim candlelight, but even through the dark, behind a window, you would never mistake his face. The shock was too much for you as you ran away from that place and now wound up here. In the middle of smoke and laughter, not a place you wished to be at. But you sought information every step of the way. Fearing you may lose him out of your sight, you checked with the bartender to hear anything about his location. The bartenders at these kinds of open places were the best informants, or so you heard. People came to them left and right, information practically reeking out of the floorboard and the walls.