Assassins' Creed Oneshots

|1|. Arno ♡

Lifetimes

Cries from the crowd filled the air as revolutionists rioted outside Notre Dame. The Tricolore flew high above the swarm of citizens while a woman captured them from the rooftops.

Her (s/t) hands were smothered in all colours of paint as she worked quickly on her A3 canvas; at some times spreading the oil paints with her fingertips while others she would add fine detail with delicate strokes of brushes.

She had been watching the sky all day and thankfully, unlike the British weather she was accustomed to, the sky showed no signs of upcoming rainfall.

Stepping back from the painting that she had laboured over for hours, the (h/c) haired female smiled at her work. Artistry was only a side job - and proved to be of great use when needing to infiltrate areas during her main occupation - yet she was brilliant at it. Making her learn how to work with oil paints was one of the few things (Y/n) was able to thank her father for. Removing the canvas from its easel and placing it flat on the roof to dry better, the female sat down beside it, watching the revolutionists she had painted. Few paraded heads on pikes while others were armed with whatever they could use as weapons. In some places, furniture was piled up from past conflicts where it had acted as barricades against bullets.

Laying down on her back, the (h/c) haired female pulled up her piqued hood - this was connected to a faded juniper green cloak with golden embroidery. A juniper dyed leather corset hugged her (b/t) waist and remained held together by gold toggle buttons on chains. Her coat parted into two tails at the back and was lined with creme American-burlesque ruffles along the edges of the tails, front and bottom of the shorter open skirt at the top of the cloak. Drapes of the same faded juniper fabric began at her collar then met at her back, running along her exposed (s/t) shoulders - revealed by fashioned holes - these too were lined with the creme ruffles. Golden embroidery accented the hood and cuffs of her currently rolled up sleeves.

Beneath her cloak, she wore a light grey drawstring blouse, held up by leather buckle straps and lined at the top of her breasts with ruffles, exposing a little cleavage and the top of her undershirt. Worn leather drawstring chords tightened the shirt's light grey fabric around her chest, ending in tied bows on each of her upper arms below her bare shoulders. Upon this blouse was a dark juniper green corset with gold eyelets, woven together with a light brown leather cord was hidden under her cloak too; her iron reinforced corset was to serve as light armour and to prevent her from looking plain more than it was to shape her naturally curved waist. Thus, it was only tight enough to keep the accessory on, not enough that it prevented any movement. Grey trousers covered her (b/t) legs. Upon these trousers was a thick brown leather belt holstering two pistols and an English forged sword. Brown leather knee-high boots, with stubby heels, covered her feet.

Using her hood to block the sun from her eyes, the (s/t)-skinned twenty-year-old let out a satisfied sigh as she allowed herself to rest while she waited for the paint to dry.

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The (e/c) eyed female was startled awake when gunshots sounded from the rioting crowd. Rubbing her sleep-hazed eyes, (Y/n) crouched low as she peered down at the revolutionists, not wanting to look like a sniper from the rooftops. The crowd had almost doubled in size.

Guards were left with no choice but to shoot at the civilians who, by the looks of things, had already killed one of the men in blue. Looking down at her painting, she gently dabbed her fingers, covered in dry paint, against it. The artwork was dry. Now, for one final detail.  Selecting a large, feather-cut brush in her fingertips, she dipped it in diluted white paint before writing across the canvas in bold letters: