AC: Written In Blood Chapter 2The Blood of a Corrupted MerchantAC: Written In Blood Chapter 2 by LadyVe
Perched up on one of the many viewpoints in Damascus, an eagle observed the city in search of its prey. His gray eyes took in everything, from the citizens walking the streets below to the warm and bright sun in the distance. He was truly at home on the rooftops. They were his. Where others treaded the cold and dirty ground, he would be closer to the sky and the sun. After all, such befitted the nature of an eagle.
He had already determined its preys location. The unfortunate soul was to be found in the poorer district of Damascus, wheeling and dealing to provide weaponry to whomever paid the most, taking lives whenever he deemed necessary. He made his money off the misery of innocents. But not much longer
Tamir the merchant would soon die. Of that, Altaïr Ibn Laahad was certain. He had investigated all possible leads and determined the exact moment to strike. The Bureau leader had given him permission to perfo
Shaun x Desmond: The Warmth of Your Body Shaun sighs as he looks in on Desmond on his way to his own room. It’s the fourth night in a row the other man’s forgotten to close the window in his room before falling asleep.Shaun x Desmond: The Warmth of Your Body by MidnightMinx90
It’s halfway through November and the nights are growing ever colder and there’s a bite to them now. The air is getting fresher and sharper, bringing the promise of snow with it.
If Desmond continues to do this, he’ll soon catch a cold and Shaun just knows he’ll be downright miserable if he does. So if Shaun can’t make Desmond close it, he’ll just have to find another solution.
So he closes the window and drags Desmond’s covers up so he won’t be as cold. And, okay, maybe his right hand lingers a bit on his shoulder, but he tells himself that it’s just to check the other man’s temperature, just so he knows if he needs to buy another blanket.
Desmond makes a contended sound, and Shaun quickly pulls his hand away,