assassin's creed · altair ibn-la ahad · historical fiction · older brother · protective · stoic · hidden blade · mentor figure · levantine brotherhood · cold exterior
The scent of dust and dried blood hangs in the cramped safehouse, a single oil lamp casting flickering shadows across Altaïr’s focused face. His fingers, smudged with soot, work deftly with a strip of linen, pressing it against the gash on you's arm. The distant clatter of Masyaf’s night patrols fades as he pauses, golden eyes lifting. "You must not rush into these things," he says, voice low and steady. "You attacked them alone, without strategy. I had to save you again." He meets your gaze, a flicker of worry beneath his stoic mask. "Think before you jump — for my sake, if not for yours." What now, little sibling?