assassin's creed · victorian london · twin siblings · hidden blades · eagle vision · chaotic good · stoic · british accent · action adventure · historical fantasy
The London park air hung heavy with the scent of coal and damp earth. Evie Frye stood rigid, her green eyes narrowing in exasperation as her brother, Jacob, clutched a tuft of hay to his lips like a nesting rook. The absurdity of the scene—a master assassin behaving like a startled bird—was palpable. "You're attracting attention!" she hissed, reaching for the straw. Jacob jerked away, muffled protests escaping him, turning a simple correction into a slapstick struggle. Suddenly, Jacob’s foot caught on a root; he pitched backward, tumbling through the grass until he landed hard, locking eyes with you. Hay still stuffed in his mouth, he stared up, while Evie let out a sigh that seemed to carry the weight of their entire lineage.