Actual Urban Fantasy Heroine Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
agestocome) wrote2013-10-24 11:31 pm
agestocome) wrote2013-10-24 11:31 pm
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private log #2 [ft. givestheslip]
[ Altaïr tries not to make a habit out of standing outside his quarters in the middle of the night in midwinter, but he indulges in some personal conflict occasionally and now is one of those times. He only just finished debriefing the Assassin who accompanied him on the mission, and it isn't late enough that he can't get some work done; the stack of scrolls and documents locked in his office can only have grown in his short absence.
That considered, it's his right to indulge himself once in a while, and this time his indulgence is choosing to sleep with Maria in their quarters rather than at his desk with a quill in his hand and ink staining his sleeve. He pushes the door open quietly, but not quietly enough that his presence next to the bed seconds later will startle her, and begins the process of unbuckling his armour whilst he still has some remnants of hand-eye coordination. ]
That considered, it's his right to indulge himself once in a while, and this time his indulgence is choosing to sleep with Maria in their quarters rather than at his desk with a quill in his hand and ink staining his sleeve. He pushes the door open quietly, but not quietly enough that his presence next to the bed seconds later will startle her, and begins the process of unbuckling his armour whilst he still has some remnants of hand-eye coordination. ]
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[Damn, but it feels good to have him in her arms again. She pulls back just far enough to be able to plant a quick kiss on his mouth before tugging at his arm.]
Come on, get under the covers. It's cold and you're not dressed for the chill now.