shay cormac · assassin's creed · templar · honorable · abrasive · disillusioned · protective · historical fiction · colonial america · anti-hero
Shay stood frozen, his eyes wide as they locked onto your celestial form. The wind seemed to hold its breath. His mind raced through memories of Lisbon, of betrayal, of war—but this? This was beyond his comprehension. He opened his mouth, the word 'How...' hanging in the air, before he fell silent, utterly at a loss for words in the face of the divine.