Assassin's creed one-shots

Arno Dorian

  i can't help but adore the theater setting <3  

lots of dialogue is that alright?

The first act of our play

He found her looking down at the gathering crowd from one of the balconies on the last floor. There is a gleam in her [e/c] eyes as she watches the crowd below. They shine behind the dim light directed to the stage. She is excited. All of these people have come just to see her creation.

Except for one.

Somebody here was after the artist herself.

Arno's eyes quickly begin searching for the fastest way of reaching her balcony. Without wasting so much as a minute, he begins pushing through the crowd of visitors with narrowed eyebrows. All until people begin making way on their own. With his path finally cleared, Arno enters the corridor on the last floor. [name]'s balcony is at the far end, less and less people standing at the sides as he nears it. They cast Arno curious looks as he passes by, but he pays no mind as he walks forward.

The door behind her creaks open, but [name] does not notice as she counts, yet again, number of people here to see her play. Her first grand pièce de résistance, as some called it. She's gotten praise for it from many other talented writers, amongst them being her friend and mother-figure. Olympe de Gouges.

''[name],'' Olympe voices as she turns around. ''Somebody is here to see you.'' Not a moment later [name] spins around in a pastel blue dress, mouth open only slightly as she says his name.

''What brings you here, Arno?'' Her voice is sickeningly sweet to his ears as he walks forward and bows before the two.

''Evening, Mademoiselle. Madame.'' Then, he looks [name] straight in the eyes with urgency in his voice. ''I have to speak with [name]. It's important.'' The other lady caught his words as a request and quickly excused herself, leaving the the two alone in silence.

''Arno?'' [name] says again as she squints her eyes only slightly, as if trying to decipher Arno's. She briefly eyes the scar that runs across his face. He's spoken about it to her, but he does not wear it with pride.

Coming even closer, Arno opens his mouth to speak. ''You're in great danger, [name]. You mustn't attend the play tonight.'' Blinking once, twice, [name] is speechless, thinking if Arno even knows what he's asking of her. Of course he does, she says to herself next.

''I can't do that,'' she says and averts her gaze down at the crowd. ''Look at all of these people, Arno. They gave me the opportunity to bring my beliefs out there. I can't possibly let them down by not being here tonight.'' Calmly, she tries to explain her situation. And Arno does understand, but he doesn't want this to be the last play she'll be a part of.

However, after a small pause and a few moments of fixedly watching each other, Arno pinches the bridge of his nose. ''You wrote an anti-aristocratic play and haven't considered once that somebody is going to be sent after you.''

''I have, of course,'' [name] smiles. ''But there is somethings so satisfying about bringing the truth to light and getting support for your words. Wouldn't you agree, Arno? Before anybody else, you should know how it is to receive scorn and hatred for something not done by your hand.'' Defeated, Arno doesn't say anything.

''That's different, [name].'' His voice is hush, barely audible over the laughter and chatter of the crowd below. Arno leans over the fence. [name] watches closely all of his movements. ''One man cannot start a revolution.''

''What do you mean?''

''These people you mentioned.'' Just as he begins again, the crowd grows silent as the curtains begin to lift up and the stage is revealed. A character is speaking. ''They are going to take in and live by the words of your characters as if they're your own. And when time comes, you'll be the subject of blame. '' Just then, Arno catches her gaze. ''I am not going to let that happen.''