Assassin's Creed: The Crusades (private only.)

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Haytham twitched a little in his sleep. He was facing Robert again, everything replayed itself. He could hear Robert mocking him and laughing at him. Then a head was on his shoulder. A light head that was too small to be a mans. Iona. In his sleep, he smiled brightly at her, everything bad was gone. It was just him and her. Her lips brushed his. He would definitely remember her soft and delicate lips. Then after what seemed like forever the dream shattered as Haytham slowly opened his eyes. He found Iona resting on his shoulder. Had his dream been real? It didn't matter to him. He brushed her hair out of her face softly. Then, he gently picked up her head and placed it on the pillow his head was on while he got up. Flinching, Haytham stood completely up. He then took off his top to look at the bandage around his wound. Haytham unpeeled it, revealing a unpleasant looking wound. Haytham gingerly touches it and a wave of pain hit him, making him double over slightly. With a shake of his head, Haytham looked at the ceiling, afraid if what awaited him in Maysaf.

[House Stark]

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A chill stirred her sleep, causing her to hafly awake. She blinked open her violet eyes. It was still dark, and something seemed to be missing. It took her a moment to remember that Haytham was with her before she fell asleep. Where was he now? The second thing Iona noticed was a bare figure who was much to strong and bold to be a woman's not far from her. Fright ran through and sent her from laying down tiresomly to standing atop if the bed, fully awake in a matter of heartbeats. She was silent for a short moment, her breaths were quick and short. It took her a while to realize it was Haytham, and that the rest of his body was clothed; he was only checking his wound. She relaxed as soon as this came to her.

"Haytham," she said worriedly "You should leave the bandaging on.. This house hasn't been occupied for two years, now. And I haven't had time to clean up before you came in." she walked over to him calmy, touching his shoulder as she looked intently to his injury "I can put it back on without causing you pain." she looked into his eyes, he was troubled about something more than his wound. "If you ever need anyone, I'll always be here for you." she said in a quiet voice "And I can tell when something is worrying you. Whether or not I am told is your choice." she kissed his forehead as she had at the doctor's office.

She stopped down to pick up the bandaging off the floor. "I'll have this washed and replace it for you, if that's what you want" she said softly.


Damnit, he wasn't careful enough with his words. A compliment should counter his previous mistake "You're a beautiful, clever, and kind young woman. Your man is waiting for you somewhere, and he can't be far away."

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Dalia stayed silent, blushing, and looked at him. "I would travel the world for him whenever I'm ready. Who knows where he is. He might be a few miles from here, next to me, back at Masayf, in another country, anywhere. I'll be ready whenever he is."

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Haytham stiffened up as he jolted out of his thoughts when a hand touched his shoulder. He relazed when he reliezed it was Iona. He was about to protest when he reliezed it was just going to be useless. With a sigh of defeat he smiled at her. "Sure. It's not like my limbs are falling off so need to be worried." When she kissed his forehead, Hatham could have sworn his heart missed a beat. He grabbed a lock of her hair and played around of it. "Your hair is very beautiful. Soft and good smelling too." He added with a soft smile.

[House Stark]

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Iona blushed and tuned her face away from his slightly as she let him play with her hair.

Her eyes gazed into his once more. She needed to tell him. Her actions have lead up to this as well as his. It just had to be said. "Haytham..." she called his name softly, "I..." she couldn't find the right words, there was so much she wanted to express, so much she wanted him to know; but language limited her feelings to one word. Why was it so hard to say it? Her eyes casted away from him, only to look back once she was finished talking "I love you." her voice was very quiet, yet audible enough for him to hear the words clearly.


Malik nodded slowly, with a hafly fake smile "Be sure to tell me when you find him, a man worth your attention must be quite the man indeed." They were now atleast half way to Masyaf. He would have to walk back afterwards. Then he'd have to try and find Haytham. He was after the same man who took his broyher's life and his arm, only he was alone. He hoped Robert had spared him. Haytham was childish and unruly, but he wouldn't want him killed, in fact, he began to hope that he wasnt able to find his target.

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Dalia smiled. "and when you find a woman worth your attention, be sure to tell me about her."

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Haytham stopped playing with Iona's hair. He brought that hand to her face. A mischievous but affectionate smile appeared on his face. "You do? Well let me tell you this. Your in luck." He brought his head down and pressed her forward. Then he kissed her. After his lips parted hers he kissed her neck and whispered in her ear. "I got to go find Malik and tell him about my mission. After that I must go to Maysaf. I would like you to accompany me."

[House Stark]

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She had never felt as safe and joyful as she did now. Haytham's careful movements surprised her a bit, she thought it impossible for a man of his strength to be so gentle. The moment he smiled at her with his playfully sly grin, she knew this wouldn't be their last night together, that this might become normal, someday. She looked forward to it.

When he kissed her, it was as if the rest of the world shattered, and only they remained. His kiss to her neck tickled a bit, instinct told her to hide her neck away with her shoulder, but she did nothing of the sort. Her lean, delicate fingers traced down his spine as she listened to what he had to say. This was a moment she would remember for the rest of her life, she was reluctant to let it end so soon "Of course I'll come with you." she said softly, pulling back from him; yet, keeping her hands on his shoulders "First, I'll re-do the bandaging and then we'll put your clothing back on" she stooped down to pick the bandaging off the floor, it was covered in dust, she couldn't let it touch the wound in it's current state. "I'll wash this for you, first. It might be a bit cold when you put it back on, but it's better than letting dirt get in it."


Malik smiled "Oh, I'll be sure to." logically, he thought himself to never settle down. He knew he wouldn't have the time to, but this didn't bother him all that much.

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Dalia smiled back at him. She began to wonder about her feelings for... well anyone! She never thought about the young men around the creed, or even outside the creed.
Altair randomly ran past them and shoved Dalia closer to Malik as he was running because he is in a hurry.
Dalia's eyes widen, surprised, and she nearly fell over.

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Gavri had given up, heading out the gate and finding the horse he had brought here to Jerusalem. He snapped the reins, heading back quickly to Masyaf. Now he was just worried about Dalia, and hoped she hadn't gotten herself into some sort of trouble. He tightened his grip on the reins and looked around just in case, maybe she was heading to Masyaf and he could find her here on the trail back. He saw two figures ahead and slowed the horse, trotting towards them.