assassin's creed imagines

Training | Arno Victor Dorian

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:: Requested by KiaTheInsomniac  ::

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"Ouch."

You muttered for what seemed like the thousandth time, the needle penetrating the skin on your cheek made you wince. Another mission almost gone wrong, thankfully you had managed to sneak into the Cafe Theatre without Arno seeing the deep cut on your cheek. You knew if word had got around to him, he certainly would not be happy. It seemed all that Arno did was give you pep talks and lectures about your so called "recklessness." In truth, you weren't reckless, you just didn't really pay attention to detail as much as Arno did. "I'm sorry, Y/N. But maybe if you weren't so temeraire, maybe I wouldn't be stitching you up right now." Elizabeth, one of the servers in the Cafe and a dear friend of yours, scolded you as she stuck the needle through the skin once more, pulling it through and repeating the process. You rolled your eyes, resting your hands on your lap as you glanced over at her. "I wasn't being reckless, Elizabeth. I just didn't see the garde stupide." You muttered, your confidence deflating slightly as she playfully glared at you from her spot in front of you.

Grabbing the scissors off the side table, she snipped the excess thread from the stitches and placed them on the table with a quiet 'cling'. Watching how she gracefully moved around the room, she grabbed the first aid kit and bustled to the inner rooms of the Cafe Theatre. "I truly am sorry, Elizabeth." You called after her, standing up and adjusting your robes quickly before following her fast moving form. "Please don't tell Arno!" You called, the sound of your boots clomping on the tile floor bouncing off the walls as you crossed the threshold into the back rooms of the Theatre. "Tell Arno what?" A voice announced from around the corner and scared the living daylights our of you, a squeal falling from your lips as you tensed up. Turning around slightly but not enough to where he could see your face, Arno slowly stalked towards you with a cup of tea in his strong hand. "Um, nothing!" You squeaked out, your voice carrying through the foyer as Arno raised his dark eyebrows. Elizabeth was nowhere to be found and you silently cursed yourself for not keeping up with her, she probably planned for Arno to trap you in the hallway. "Why don't I believe you, Y/N?" Arno mumbled and before you knew it, he had grabbed your shoulders and spun you around to look you in the eyes.

His eyes rolled over your face and immediately noticed the freshly stitched cut on your cheekbone, gulping visibly and preparing for a lecture from Father Arno. You quickly held your hands out in front of you in mock surrender, afraid he was a ticking time bomb that was gonna go off any second. "I can explain!" You half yelled but you could see Arno's face contorting into anger the longer he stared at the cut, breathing a little heavier and his jaw clenching with anger. "What did you do, Y/N?" Arno asked through gritted teeth like a father scolding a daughter, you sighed heavily before slowly backing up from him to put some distance between the angry man and yourself. "I-uh-um... may or may not have went on a mission and didn't really pay attention. A guard snuck up on me and saute me. I barely avoided his sword, as you can see." You spoke, gesturing to the cut on your cheek as you glanced around the room to avoid eye contact. You didn't have the heart to face him, you couldn't stand seeing his adorable puppy dog eyes staring back at you and making you feel guilty. Arno sighed heavily, setting his tea cup on a nearby desk as he took hold of your elbow and dragged you towards the stairs.

"What are you doing? Arno?" You panicked a bit, barely keeping up with his fast pace as you bombarded up the stairs with him. He didn't answer, not until he was already up the stairs and halfway through the training room door. "You, mon cher, are going to train. Right now, under my supervision." He announced to you rather cockily, finally letting go of your elbow once he was near the weapons rack. Your eyebrows furrowed under the pressure of your confusion and slight anger, feeling as though you were a child under his gaze. "You doubt my skills, Arno?" You asked, seeing Arno shift his weight and scoff slightly at your question. "You want me to be honest, Y/N?" He asked, his arms raising slightly by his sides and dropping back to their original place. You looked over him, taking in every detail of his robes and weapons before finally settling on his deep brown eyes. "Yes." You confirmed and tilted your head slightly to look up at him, he nodded before turning away from you to walk towards the window to look out at the busy streets of Paris.