"Nothing is true, everything is permitted".
"Let the Father of Understanding guide us".
Assassins and Templars' one-shots.
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"'Cause nothing is as bad as you think
Even when you're pullin' at the seams When the lights go out, you still got me." - "Reverie" by Illenium.
You weren't born to teach children, that's your conclusion after your first year as a Mentor. You didn't even understand why Achilles gave you the title when you were terrible with people in general. You prefer the office work, but Achilles insisted that you were better as a teacher and that your talent as an assassin will only be wasted inside the Homestead.
So, that's why you are currently struggling with Novices all day. It's a true pain in the ass if you are convinced that you aren't good with children. Connor, on the other hand, is a different story.
He is wonderful with children, even if he is awkward with people half the time, and even if he is the size of a bear. Somehow children are always like 'wow' and teenage girls are always giggling, something that makes you uncomfortable half the time. Connor is handsome, everyone in the Bureau knows that, but teenage hormonal girls new better, apparently.
But back to the topic, children in the Bureau aren't so normal. Mostly are orphans that some crazy assassin found and decided to adopt and were in their first steps of education as novices. Other children were sons of older assassins, biological sons that is because of course, there are always people that don't use a fucking condom or just want to have children just to 'leave a legacy' or whatever.
The point with all your mental rambling is that you aren't good with children and you're sure they hate you.
You are sulking about it, sat down in a branch of a tree, in the middle of the woods that surround the Homestead, when you hear steps in the ground approach. You don't have to look to know who it is, but you do, either way, just to be sure is not one of your teen students escaping to do 'things' in the woods.
You find him down, with his white hood over his head like the dramatic person he is and his bow and arrows in his back, even if he doesn't need them right now. He stops in front of your tree and looks up after putting his hands in his hips like you use to do when you had enough of your students.
"I knew you will be here", he says, and you roll your eyes. He knows you too well. Too well for your liking. "Can I go up?"
You don't even respond because he'll climb either way.
You look back before you like he wasn't there at all, and a few seconds later you hear him climbing the tree, and then you see him seating down on the branch closest to you.
You don't say something, you simply stay there like nothing ever happen, breaking a leaf with your hands.
"One of the girls told me you were away and that you look a little upset", you concentrate on the leaf you're breaking and he stops for a second, to see if you say something, but you stay silent. "Achilles send me because we have a meeting and I don't want you upset like that time you almost insulted someone".
