Deadly passion (CLOSED)

Slowly her eyes opened and she looked around confused and in pain. “Wha… Where...?” Suddenly it dawned on her and she cursed in Cherokee. She remembered everything the attack and being captured. She knew she wouldn’t be able to stand or walk so there was no way to escape at least not on her own in any case. She then noticed him her capture. “Where have you taken me?” She demanded looking at him. With any luck Timothy would come looking for her after he discovered the horse… She had to hope… She had to stay alive…

Devin said no words, as he exited the rooms, getting what o ly god knows what.

Timothy, on the other hand, had found a building. One, that, he was led to. He quietly sneaked through the shruberry, and, at the edge of the bushes, saw - a faint, red, painted Templar cross. Of course. It hadto be Templars. Timothy was thinking about what to do now, as he checked their defenses.

(Sorry cor late and short post, ive been busy)

Fiona sat in the chair mumbling under her breath as she watched him leave. She didn't want to know what he might be up… She looked around the room she didn't know why… She couldn't walk and she wouldn't be able to fight him if she could walk. Her right shoulder and left leg felt like they were on fire. All he had done was bandage them but nothing for the pain but she hadn't expected anything for the pain. This man seemed to enjoy hurting her. She was sure she was about to hurt much more then she did now…


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As Timothy saw a lone guard turning his back on him, he quickly and silently ran up the side of the building, and stabbed the man throuh the back with his blade. The man dead, he took the ring off of him, and held it. From the Templar dens he saw, the rings were their ways in. Timothy scaled down the building, infront of the back entrance. He knocked on the door, and showed the ring. The man nodded behind it, and opened the door for him. In shock of seeing the Assassin enter, he was about to yell, when Timothy silenced him. Good. Now he just had to find Fioana. However, he heard someone comingdown the stairs, and hid himself and the body behind the corner. Down came Devin, holding a rope, along with multiple nails, and a hammer. Devin entered the room, and said, "...now, where were we?"

She looked at the items he had in his hands but she didn't give him a reaction except for a deadly glare. She was still in the chair as she stared at him. “I’m going to get out of here and when I do I’m going to kill you.” She said in a cold tone before spitting on his boots.


Sorry for small reply >.<))

(Not a problem either.)

Devin scowled lightly, about, before he could talk, two arms wrapped around his neck, and, soonly, choked him to the point where he was unconcious. Timothy smiled lightly, yet straightened his face as he untied her. He then said, quietly, in a hused whisper, "Do not speak. It makes noise and wastes breath, and we must escape as unscathed as possible." He finally finished cutting off the last bind, as he offered her himself to support herself on.

The sight of him unconscious on the ground made her smile as she stood with Timothy’s help. She leaned on him but it was still difficult to even stand. She clenched her jaw agents the pain and allowed him to guide her. She was so happy to see him she didn't think. She had ever been this happy to see anyone in her entire life.

Timothynnoddded lightly, as he began walking out of the room, making sure she was with him, and stabilized. He felt as if, for some reason, this is his job. As if, he was born just for it. Timothy pushed these thouhts away, as he began focusing on helping Fioana through the other room, and thriugh the backdoor, for finally, they had escaped the interrogation room.

Her whole body was shaking with pain as they worked their way out. Wincing she stumbled and lost her grip on his shoulder before falling. The pain in her leg especially putting even a little pressure on it was like stepping into fire. She thought the musket ball was still in her leg. She caught herself on the wall and reached back for him whispering in a low hush tone. “I’m sorry..”

Timothy slowed down, allowing her to slower her pace. It was obvious to him that there was much pain in her leg. When she said that she was sorry, he quickly said, "Shh, shhh... No, no, it is not your fault. Templars have attacked us for years. Only the cowardly have never seen one. Now, c'mere..."He finished, as he hoisted her up, in his arms - arm under her leg and back. They were steeping out of the base.

Fiona gasped softly as he picked her up. She relaxed in his arms, for some reason she felt calm there calm and safe. She was so tired and cold that her eyes had begun to droop. She closed her eyes thinking just to rest them but not sleep but before she knew it she had slipped out of consciousness and into the void of sleep.

Timothy walked through the underbrush, the same ones he had sneaked through to get here. It was, to him, the best feeling to be able to walk away successful. He looked down at Fiona resting, and, smiling lightly, looked back towards the trees, and began manuevering his way through to the road. Atleast, the best he could, since he had a person in his arms.

Fiona slipped in and out of consciousness, she knew they were moving but she didn't know how far away they had gotten. She knew they were moving but had no idea how far they had gone. While she slept she slept peacefully, only making small noises of pain here and there. After a while of moving she thought she heard a horse somewhere close. She manages to open her eyes to see Timothy’s horse standing by a large old tree nibbling at a small patch of grass.

Timothy, extremely cautious and gentle, slowly made it to where she could stand. He got somewhat closer to the horse, her resting on him, and said, "Now, I'll need you to get on right after me. I'll help you up." He quickly put her arm off of him, mounted the horse, and opened his hand up towards her, quickly.

Fiona held onto the horse as he got on and grabbed his hand when he offered it, allowing him to help her up. Once on the horse she leaned back agents Timothy, her eyes drooping again as they began riding away. It wasn’t long before she had fallen back to sleep, softly mumbling in her sleep.

The horse galloped quite fast, yet, when they drew nearer to the house, Timothy slowed it down. He could get used to being more than the least recognisable - more, than being the one that appears sometimes. He could also get used to saving others, aswell. Yet, as he drew nearer the house, he realised - they hadn't had a guest bedroom, since the place was intended mainly for him and Damian. Timothy sighed lightly, as he turned around a bit, and, reaching his hand behind his back, tapped Fiona on the shoulder.

Fiona had been sleeping rather peacefully, dreaming of her parents when she was small. She dremt of the training her father had her go through and finally of that day when she was sixteen. Her eyes snapped open when she felt the tap on her shoulder and looked up. “W-what is it? Did we g-get away?” She asked weakly, looking up at him.

Timothy had started slowing the horse down, and, by the time she finished asking the question, they had arrived to a stop. "We're fine. However, we only have two beds - you can either sleep on the couch, or with  me... n-nothing intended." He reddened lightly, yet not so visible in the dark night. Timothy then dismounted his steed, and offered his assistance to Fiona for helping her down.

Fiona smiled and allowed him to help her down. “I wouldn't mind sleeping with you.” She smiled tiredly before stumbling a bit when her feet touched the ground. Wincing in pain she leaned on him for support doing her best to keep her eyes open. “But I can take the couch if y-your not alright with that.” She told him as they reached the door.

Timothy shook his head in a 'no', and said, "Can't bear to do so, after what just happened. I'll get an extra blanket." He pointed towards the right, where there was a room with a desk and a few books, and another door in there. "That one's mine. You can wait in there, or use the blanket already there." He said, as he pointed towards the door. He then delved off upstairs, looking for the washroom.

Once Fiona made it to the bed and managed to pull the blankets back but her leg gave out and she fell onto the bed. She placed her hand over the wound in her shoulder as she sat back up. She bent down and winced as she pulled her boots off and pulled up the leg of the leather pants to get a good look at the wound. She could tell it was bad and she thought it was probably broken. Suddenly feeling dizzy she fall back on the bed going unconscious once again.

Returning from the wash room, some twenty minutes later, Timothy wore a towel. Despite bathing, he felt as if he hadn't slept in many ages. He dried off, and, picked up a blanket that had finally dried. He went down stairs, still wearing the towel, to find Fiona asleep. He sighed in relief, and qquickly removed the towel, throwing it into the corner, and, seeing how Fiona was nearwr the left, he layed down on the right, covering the blanket over him, as he, too, went to sleep.

Fiona slept quietly except for a few winces or cries of pain as she moved in her sleep. Eventually she calmed and slept silently, at some point she had rolled over, wrapping her arm around around him, pressing herself to his back.


I'm so sorry its so short))

(¯\_(ツ)_/¯, C'est la vie.)

Timothy, not being such a heavy sleeper, slowly woke up upon feeling Fiona subconsciously wrap her arm around him. Timothy disregarded it - she did seem to be asleep, still. Timothy slowly went back to sleep afterwards.

(Aaaaand time skip. Now, you can post Fioana waking up to a sleeping Timothy.)

Fiona woke sitting up and looking around before remembering she was safe. Looking over she saw Timothy in bed next to her and she had realized a towel lay on the floor. Lifting the blanket with her good arm and realized he had nothing on. She imminently got up but cried out and fell from the pain in her leg and fell to the floor holding her wounded leg and blushing a little.