“ don’t say it. ” / from evie

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She stands there in heavy silence. Surely silence or lies would be more comforting than the truth but there was always honesty between them and she wouldn't lie to Evie. Especially when the truth was so obvious. Instead, she just looks down, staff grasped in her hand. It was one of the most important things she was taught when given the great powers of the staff. She could not interfere with death. In her hands was the power to play god and she couldn't do it. The sheer amount of people she would have kept by her side if she could have... but she could not. Such abuses of the power were forbidden and she did not want to become like the Isu, ruling over man with a terrible gift. Looking back at the bleeding body, her brows knit in a feeling of sorrow she had known so well in the past. "I can't save them, not like this. I'm sorry."

evie just really wanted to kiss the scar on kassandra's nose.

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Kassandra pauses, golden brown eyes alight as she gives a surprised smile at Evie. It is the moments like this, the little surprise kisses, the unannounced affection, that warms her heart. Leaning down, she presses her forehead against Evie's, gently pulling her into her arms. "You're in a good mood."

❛  12 .   a  kiss  that  seals  a  marriage . / from evie, unofficially, with love

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        It had remained largely unspoken since Kassandra finally relented on letting Evie travel with her in her duties. It was the weight of loneliness versus the fear of repeating that dread of loss that eventually came with all attachments. Dealing with the eventual loss won out in the end, at least then only one of them would suffer for it in the end. But it had remained unspoken. This is Evie’s life now too, to share as much of her remaining time as possible with the immortal Eagle Bearer. Kassandra had been so adamant about reiterating the weight such an adventure carried but the young Assassin had wanted this. And the Keeper had wanted her. Her company, her little smiles, her knowledge. Her heart. “I’m not trying to warn you off,” she says, cupping her face gently, “I just want you to be aware of what you’re asking for.” Her thumbs trace gentle trails along the cut of her cheekbones. “But if you want to stay with me, through all of this...” She leans in, eyes half-lidded, and presses her lips to Evie’s in a slow and tender kiss.  

[ STRADDLE ] : while sparring, sender gains the upper hand and pins the receiver in place, straddling their waist in the process. / from evie

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It is nice to get a chance to actually fight Evie one on one. She’d seen her in action multiple times but to spar with her? It was always thrilling when there was an actual challenge. So many fools fell easily to her and even without her weapons Kassandra was an incredibly talented fighter. How could she not be with all her experience. Perhaps she allowed pride to best her, when Evie manages to sweep her leg, knocking the misthios right on her back.

Her breath practically hitches in her throat as Evie gets on top of her, straddling her waist to keep her from getting back up. So this is how we’re playing it, she thinks. Instead, warm brown eyes meet Evie’s blues, a smirk tracing her lips. Her hands rest on the sides of Evie’s legs. “Well, you’ve got me. Now what?” 

teasing  kiss. / from evie

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Kassandra had been poring over clues from various reports across the region all morning.The staff had indicated a Piece of Eden was near, but she couldn't sense it, couldn't make heads or tails of the clues. Just there it was near and it was underground. That... hadn't been very helpful at all. Evie had been out gathering intel around the city hoping she could locate clues that Kassandra's reports had missed. It had delayed their trip to India but both had agreed that finding the artifact was more important at the moment.

The immortal had been so engrossed in her texts that she doesn't hear Evie come up the stairs to the clock tower. Evie practically bounds over to her, light on her feet as she places a kiss on the corner of Kassandra's mouth, letting it linger for a moment before pulling away. The misthios let her eyes fall shut for a moment, enjoying the warmth of the moment before it ends and Kassandra's soft smile is replaced with a pout. "Are you truly going to tease me like that?" She says, wishing to return the kiss in kind, but her eyes fall to the strange white disc covered with holes and emblazoned with the brotherhood's insignia. "You found a clue, didn't you?" Oh, that kiss is going to be on hold for a bit. She knew how Evie gets when she finds new information and she'd hate to interrupt that.

[GRAB] - Sender grabs the receiver’s arm to pull them closer. / from evie

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       Kassandra prides herself in her hyper awareness of her surroundings. It helped her keep herself from being caught, being found out (for all the good it did her with Evie). But she’s distracted, whether it’s the busy streets or the sights and sounds of the crowd around her. The fact that she can still remember the Lunden that was almost overlayed over the London that stands now. It happens sometimes, a life lived so excruciatingly long that the mind wanders to times long past like idle daydreams. The sudden tugging on her arm, a firm grasp had her head turning to suddenly face Evie who was just staring up at her with a smirk. She keeps doing this, closing that space between them. The way in which Kassandra is certain that Evie knows it affects her. If this is some sort of game, the smaller woman may very well be winning. “What? I was paying attention, I swear!”

i don’t wanna know where you’ve been ,  or where you go . / from evie.

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      There’s a pause followed by a terse laugh from the taller woman. O’ if only everyone had been so inclined not to pry in her affairs. Evie was always keeping her on her toes with where they stood, between curiosity and a cautious distance. And why shouldn’t she? A tall, strange woman (who can glow) suddenly shows up one day looking for the same Piece of Eden she is. It doesn’t exactly scream trust me. Kassandra folds her arms over her chest, an amused smirk crossing her handsome features. “Good, because I don’t want to talk about where I’ve been or where I’ll go after this. It would make for too long a story anyway.” Too long and too revealing of who she is and her very nature. 

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Kassandra remained perched at the top of the old cathedral, dark eyes scanning the flickering street lights of the nighttime streets of London. The older sections of the city still had the gaslights and she enjoyed the way they made the shadows dance on the cobblestone paths that carved the capitol. 

It wasn’t her first time visiting the heart of England, she’d been here centuries ago after her time on the Isle of Skye but it was a drastically different world. Gone were the specters of the Roman Empire towering over the city like stone guardians. In their place stood the footholds of industrialization, factories billowing thick plumes of smoke like a dragon’s exhale. The air was pungent with heavy metals and chemicals from the textile plants, combining with the stale scent of fish from the docks along the Thames. Even the air felt oppressive against her skin. The verdant forests weren’t as plentiful to soak up the unpleasantness of rapid production.

She heaved a sigh, swinging her legs over the wider base of the spire she had made her observation spot. “One thousand years and still I’m surprised by how much this place has changed.” She stood, using the needle of the spire to maintain her balance as she leaned forward to truly survey the streets below. “I wonder how much it will change in another thousand years. Maybe mankind will finally catch up with you.” Kassandra let out a chuckle as she directed the comment to her Isu companion who remained invisible to the rest of the world... much like she had.

open hold the door open for them. / from evie.

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         The shorter woman had remained a few paces ahead of the former Spartan as they walked through the halls of the old building. She’s been going on about the historical significance of the materials Kassandra currently holds in her arms as they walk, occasionally glancing back to make sure the tall immortal was still behind her. Kassandra is convinced that Evie thinks she will disappear into thin air if she looks away too long, and sometimes she honestly wishes she could. Not now, but it would certainly prove helpful in less than ideal situations, that was for sure. Kassandra’s vision was obscured by some of the items in her arms; they weren’t heavy but certainly cumbersome but she was the one who offered to carry them for the other woman. It felt like the least she could do. 

        Evie stops suddenly and Kassandra had almost knocked right into her, had she not heard the sudden stop of staccato clacking on the tile floors. Why were they stopping? Craning her head around a cylinder she is certain held some old texts, she saw Evie had been jostling a lock before holding the door for her and gesturing beyond into the next chamber, the smell of old books wafting towards her nose. “Thanks,” Kassandra says with a huff, readjusting the items in her arms as she ducks through the doorway to make sure everything got through alright, “I would have barreled right into you otherwise.”

❝  don’t be ridiculous,  there’s enough room on this bed for both of us. ❞  / from evie.

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           They had found a safehouse for the night while the city crawled with Templars and Blighters. Apparently the little stunt with the fire had raised some heckles and now there were marks on their heads. The Keeper wouldn’t mind those odds if it was just herself. She’s faced impossible before, but it wasn’t just herself she had to worry about, nor was it just Evie who had proved to be quite the formidable assassin, skilled in so many ways. This posed a threat to the city, they couldn’t risk surfacing just yet. The safehouse was small, out of the way, and... quaint. Bare minimum, one bed, a fireplace that probably hadn’t been used in an age, and a smattering of furniture covered in dust or sheets. Evie had insisted that the bed was large enough for the both of them, but Kassandra’s hesitance was more the fact that she wanted to keep watch. Evie, however, clearly isn’t letting it go. Throwing her arms out to the side, she relents, a sound escaping her mouth somewhere between a laugh and a sigh. “Gods. I haven’t had a woman begging me to share her bed in some years. Fine, but I’m claiming window side.”

“ i know there’s no fixing me, i’m too far gone. “ ( Jacob to Kass in a more lighthearted way with serious undertones? Maybe? // sharp-teeth-and-wide-grins )

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Kassandra just looked up from the rim of her mug of beer at the man. Either the drink was talking (entirely possible) or he was dead serious. But the slurring voice did indicate he might have thought he was speaking in jest. Still, such talk worried her. She'd known those who were too far gone to save, her own brother. She was grateful that Evie wasn't here to listen to him say such things, but still, concern kicked in and she lowered her own mug. "No fixing you?" The expression on her face was incredulous.

"I don't know, I'd say you've a couple more drinks before you hit that point. You're not too far gone just yet. Once we hit the point of me throwing you over my shoulder and dragging your ass back to the train, then you're too far gone."

“ you’re still a fighter, right? prove it. “ ( Jacob and Kass in the fight club maybe?? // sharp-teeth-and-wide-grins )

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He didn't have to tell her twice. She'd been itching to get in the wring and show these boys how a woman handled things. She shed most of her outer layers until she was in just her undershirt and trousers. Cracking her neck to the side, she hopped over the barrier into the ring. 6-foot frame and far more muscle than these knuckleheads had witnessed on a woman, she would happily make examples of the lot of them. She didn't even bother getting into a fighting position so much as bouncing back and forth on the balls of her feet, waiting for a challenger. And no sooner had the first man stepped into the ring with her, she had quickly gone through the rounds, demolishing every challenger.

Having collected her winnings from Mr. Topping, she headed back to Jacob to gather her belongings. "I'd say I more than proved myself. Hardly broke a sweat."

“ eventually, you just get used to it. “ ( Jacob // sharp-teeth-and-wide-grins )

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Used to it. Used to it. Kassandra had spent over two thousand years getting used to a world in constant flux, getting used to it wasn't an issue. What was an issue was dealing with the fact that the cart ride was bad enough without being shot at by Blighters. Jacob had been driving and had loaned Kassandra a gun, but she wasn't exactly a fan of the damn things. Too many components could go wrong, and they broke. Bows were easier. But she managed to take a few out and even got a headshot. One only managed to knick the shoulder of her jacket, just barely grazing her skin. Malakas.

"So this is normal for you? Can't even have a leisurely carriage ride through the city without some Blighters trying to blow your head off?"

tell me what you got on your mind. ( Jacob // sharp-teeth-and-wide-grins )

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The Keeper was quiet for a moment, contemplating exactly what she was willing to reveal. There was plenty on her mind, for starters the Pieces of Eden in the city. Even after her first time in England a thousand years ago there still seemed to be more pieces, some even growing active or being close to being discovered. This was where she and the assassins in London had similar goals, but she still wanted to be sure she could make sure these pieces weren't a threat to anyone else. The problem was that her methods weren't exactly something she could reveal to anyone else.

"Oh, just trying to come up with some plans on what needs to happen next."

we could try to introduce ourselves. ( Jacob? // sharp-teeth-and-wide-grins )

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The cracking sound of fist meeting face sounded in the alley as the last Blighter fell and Kassandra turned to the stranger who she had fought alongside when the fight broke out. "Seems only fair." he seemed quite the brawler, but she had caught a glimpse of an all-too-familiar emblem on his outfit. Combining that and the bulky glove he wore on the other hand, this man was an assassin. Dusting off her jacket, she offered out her left hand to shake.

"Kassandra Aetos," she offered, using one of the many fake surnames she had adopted throughout her lifetime. "And you are?"

There was just… something extraordinarily breathtaking about Kassandra. Usually in general, the moment just felt more so. It was probably Kassandra’s smile, either way Evie pushes herself off from the railing she’s standing on and strides up to Kassandra. Hands reach up, cradling Kassandra’s jawline in them. She moves closer until there was just a breath of space between them. Blue eyes meet golden. A smile, head tilts. There is so much love on Evie’s face that it nearly tumbles off her lips.

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          Coming down to the docks after her mediations, the immortal misthios has a peacefulness about her. Times of quiet were some of her favorites when she knew she wasn’t spending them alone and the anticipation of seeing Evie had brought a smile to her face that could light a dawn brighter than Helios. That same smile is the one that greets Evie as the younger woman makes her way to Kassandra giving her one of those gentle touches the Keeper melted into every time. Evie could be a brutal fighter, calculating, using the least amount of moves possible to do the most damage, but with her the touches are gentle, saying so much in such a quiet way. These are the quiet moments Kassandra loves most, the times when even the air had barely any leeway between them when touches and gestures and expressions spoke louder than any word could. And Helios burns in her features, radiates love back to Evie who she had so quickly fallen for. Kassandra wraps her arms gently around her back, keeping the silence between them light and the unspoken words understood. 

                                                             Moments like this, she thinks, makes forever worth it.