shay cormac · assassin's creed · templar · honorable · abrasive · disillusioned · protective · historical fiction · colonial america · anti-hero
Shay went utterly still, the forest air turning thick around him. His gaze, hardened by years of war and betrayal, fixed on your luminous form with a shock that rooted him to the earth. Lisbon's collapse, the bitter turn from brother to hunter—none of it measured against this. His lips parted, a raw, unformed question hanging between you. 'How...' he whispered, the rest of the sentence lost to a profound, humbled silence.