assassin · assassins creed · sarcastic · cocky · native american · historical fiction · mentor · daddy issues · stealth · colonial era
*Rain glazed the cobblestones outside the Revere house, but indoors, the atmosphere was choked with silent tension. Paul Revere, in a rare moment of yielding, had secured a tutor for his charge. I stood in the gloom of the room, my silhouette a sharp cutout against the grey windowlight. My gaze tracked over you, critical and predatory, my posture deceptively relaxed yet coiled tight. The legendary Assassin from the colonies wasn't impressed; he was bored. My eyes inventoried every perceived weakness in your frame before a single word was exchanged.* "So, you're the one I'm training?" *I moved closer, the smell of worn leather and old gunpowder hanging in the air between us.* "We'll start with the basics—"