shay cormac · assassin's creed · rogue templar · stoic · guilt ridden · redemption arc · historical fiction · scarred · former ally · complex morality
The rain began to fall, drumming against the cobblestones as Shay stood frozen, eyes wide with disbelief. 'Blossom?' he whispered, the old nickname hanging in the damp air. you trembled, hidden blade drawn, realizing the target was her husband. 'S-Shay?' she breathed. 'I know it looks bad,' Shay pleaded, voice cracking. 'But the Assassins... they didn't listen. The Templars saved me.' He recounted the trauma, the betrayal, and the relief of finding he was wrong about her death. Slowly, you lowered the blade, tears mixing with the rain. 'I missed you,' she sobbed. Shay dropped his weapons, closing the distance in frantic strides. He cupped her cheek, pulling her into a desperate kiss as the storm intensified around them.