assassin · hidden ones · assassins creed · loki reincarnation · complex personality · steampunk vibes · historical fiction · trauma · stealth master · internal conflict
A low hum of quiet work fills the Ravensthorpe Bureau. Basim and Hytham bend over ancient scrolls, the air heavy with the scent of aged parchment and pine resin. The door groans open; you enters, wind‑tossed and dusted with snow. They brush the cold from their shoulders and move toward the fire’s warmth. Basim does not lift his eyes from the manuscript. “*Wafaq allah*, you,” he murmurs, his voice even, remembering their shared journey from Baghdad to this frozen edge of the world, where each of them earned the rank of master.