Assassin's Creed Imagines

Connor Kenway Imagine

"Imagine: Seeing Connor break down and cry in front of you, sobbing about his life being a failure and how he misses his mother."
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It was in the middle of the night when you heard it. Soft sobbing, coming from one of the bedrooms in the manor.

Your room was the one closest to the stairs, a lodging Connor had picked for you. It was quite large for your liking, but the paintings and relics didn't make it seem so big and solitary.

Hearing the whimpers, you merely thought it was the wind rustling outside, or the sound of snow hitting the roof. You tried to ignore it, maybe thinking it was your imagination, until it got worse, and dragged on for more time than you had thought.

Getting out of bed, you covered yourself with a robe, and lit a candle. As you exited your room, the manor's tall window had acknowledged your thoughts about the snow. A soft white sheet covered the ground, and was sprinkled all over the pine tree's leaves. The moon's soft glow lightened the upper floor, causing the wooden railings to cast large shadows around the hall.

Taking care not to wake anyone, you quietly approached Connor's room. Achilles had been resting down stairs, most likely asleep on his chair again. Connor was the only one who was on the second floor with you, so you could only suspect it was him.

The candles soft glow drew shadows around the walls as you approached his door. It was closed, as it always had been, but it didn't seem to stop you. You knocked and waited patiently at first, and when he didn't respond or open the door you suspected the worst. You gripped the handle, relieved that it wasn't locked, and you welcomed yourself into his bed chambers.

The room was gloomy, and you immediately walked over to light the wood in the fireplace. As it began to burn, it aided you with a dull red light, which was bright enough to let you see where Connor was sitting. He was at the edge of the bed with his head bowed down, holding something in his hands.

"Connor?" You spoke, trying to see if he would respond.

When he didn't, you simply walked to him, your eyes showing the worriment you had for him. You reached out to touch his shoulder, and he looked at you startled. Deciding it would be better not to touch him, you sat next to him, placing the candle on the floor.

You noticed what he had in his hand- his mothers memoir. The necklace you had seen so often atop his desk, the thing you never thought he would hold again.

"Connor," your voice was soft as your expression saddened.

"I could have saved her-" he started, and you interrupted.

"No, Connor... there was nothing you could've done-" you stopped speaking when you saw tears begin to roll down his face.

"If only I was stronger... She could have stayed with me... I miss her so," his crying turned into loud sobs, and he hid his face in his hands.

Not caring, you placed your hand on his shoulder and gave it a light squeeze. You've never seen him break down like this, and it was quite frightening to you. He had comforted you so many times before when you had been upset, and you wished to do the same for him.

"Her passing was not your fault, there was nothing you, or anyone, could've done." you thought maybe it would help him calm down, but it didn't.

"She would have been here with me, helped guide me; maybe I would have avoided the mess I have made..."

"No," you began. He was starting to think everything he had worked towards, all the trouble he went through, was for nothing. "you have been nothing but help to the order and the people. You know that, Connor."

You watched as he wiped his tears away, hoping there would be no more.

"Even though she is not with you physically, she is still at your side. That's what has made you who you are, and that's what's gotten you to where you are now. I am sure she is proud of you."

You tried to meet his eyes with yours, but his gaze was still on the necklace in his palms.

You observed it quietly, as the flames from the fireplace danced around. The beading was so intricate and beautiful, surely it was the only one of its kind. You were actually quite surprised he still had it, and in such good condition.

Soon, his sobbing subsided, and the two of you sat watching the fire for a few moments.

Your next move was bold, but you could care less. You embraced him, and he hugged you back as well, still clutching onto the piece of jewelry. You felt as he began sobbing again, and you gently stroked his hair.

"You have done alright," you reassured him, "Ziio would be proud of you." You gave him a gentle kiss on his head, and stayed with him until the fire burned out.