Post by Seek on Apr 24, 2013 18:29:13 GMT 10
Title: Watcher
Rating: PG
Word Count: 514 words
Pairing: George/Roger
Round/Fight: 1C
Summary: Assassin’s Creed AU. George watches. Roger rides into Corus.
Warnings: None.
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The first time George Cooper sees Duke Roger of Conte, he is perched comfortably beside a chimney on a Corus roof, a slim figure in nondescript clothing, beaked hood thrown up over his face more as shade from the summer sun than as any sort of disguise, eating an apple. People very seldom look up, and the few archers covering the Duke are painfully easy to avoid. He doesn’t even bother taking a throwing knife to them.
The Duke rides in Corus on a horse of fine breeding—George knows his horseflesh when he sees it, and the Duke is a confident rider. Prince Jonathan rides beside the Duke; he doesn’t look up either. Because Alanna has spoken of her unease, and he trusts the lass, George watches the Duke and waits. The colours of his Sight swim up a moment later, overlaying the world in patterns of grey. People burn with light; Jonathan a clear blue, the archers a bright scarlet, and there are others down there whom he’d recognise but he has no time for now.
Blue is an ally. Bright scarlet, a warning. He knows that now, from hard-won experience.
Dangerous, her smilin’ friend, that’s the Duke of Conte, so George thinks. But nothing explains this anomaly. His Sight tells no lies, and right now, he cannot for the life of him figure why the Conte Duke is the bright gold of significance in his Sight.
Not a Templar, or at least no word of it, George thinks, but ambitious enough for two of them. If he isn’t one, surely he’ll be soon enough. Still, he resolves to listen around, to speak to some of his sources. It’s a mystery as to what Roger’s game is, more so since his Sight can’t tell him anything useful about the sorcerer-Duke, even though the scarlet trails of the guardsmen are bright weavings to his vision.
Duke Roger smiles, and waves to the crowd. He charms them, George notices. He is more skilled with that smile and that handsome face than Jon is. Perhaps one day the boy will grow into his own; it would be time, he thinks. About time that a King allied with the Assassins sits upon the throne of Tortall once more. He thinks about the Sweating Sickness, the little things that sit more uneasily with him. There’ll be none of that if Duke Roger…if the Conte Duke…
What does Roger want? The throne of Tortall? Is he allied with the Templars, even if he’s not one of them in his own right?
George snorts. Perhaps he’s gotten lazy, relying too much on the Sight to do the work for him. But he’s not the Mentor of the Tortallan Brotherhood for nothing. He ascended to the position at a startlingly young age, when a Templar spy murdered the previous Mentor, and the Brotherhood has flourished under his leadership ever since. He has his ways. He’ll find out what he needs to about this Conte Duke.
And mayhap one day, a hidden blade will bury itself in the Conte Duke’s throat.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 514 words
Pairing: George/Roger
Round/Fight: 1C
Summary: Assassin’s Creed AU. George watches. Roger rides into Corus.
Warnings: None.
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The first time George Cooper sees Duke Roger of Conte, he is perched comfortably beside a chimney on a Corus roof, a slim figure in nondescript clothing, beaked hood thrown up over his face more as shade from the summer sun than as any sort of disguise, eating an apple. People very seldom look up, and the few archers covering the Duke are painfully easy to avoid. He doesn’t even bother taking a throwing knife to them.
The Duke rides in Corus on a horse of fine breeding—George knows his horseflesh when he sees it, and the Duke is a confident rider. Prince Jonathan rides beside the Duke; he doesn’t look up either. Because Alanna has spoken of her unease, and he trusts the lass, George watches the Duke and waits. The colours of his Sight swim up a moment later, overlaying the world in patterns of grey. People burn with light; Jonathan a clear blue, the archers a bright scarlet, and there are others down there whom he’d recognise but he has no time for now.
Blue is an ally. Bright scarlet, a warning. He knows that now, from hard-won experience.
Dangerous, her smilin’ friend, that’s the Duke of Conte, so George thinks. But nothing explains this anomaly. His Sight tells no lies, and right now, he cannot for the life of him figure why the Conte Duke is the bright gold of significance in his Sight.
Not a Templar, or at least no word of it, George thinks, but ambitious enough for two of them. If he isn’t one, surely he’ll be soon enough. Still, he resolves to listen around, to speak to some of his sources. It’s a mystery as to what Roger’s game is, more so since his Sight can’t tell him anything useful about the sorcerer-Duke, even though the scarlet trails of the guardsmen are bright weavings to his vision.
Duke Roger smiles, and waves to the crowd. He charms them, George notices. He is more skilled with that smile and that handsome face than Jon is. Perhaps one day the boy will grow into his own; it would be time, he thinks. About time that a King allied with the Assassins sits upon the throne of Tortall once more. He thinks about the Sweating Sickness, the little things that sit more uneasily with him. There’ll be none of that if Duke Roger…if the Conte Duke…
What does Roger want? The throne of Tortall? Is he allied with the Templars, even if he’s not one of them in his own right?
George snorts. Perhaps he’s gotten lazy, relying too much on the Sight to do the work for him. But he’s not the Mentor of the Tortallan Brotherhood for nothing. He ascended to the position at a startlingly young age, when a Templar spy murdered the previous Mentor, and the Brotherhood has flourished under his leadership ever since. He has his ways. He’ll find out what he needs to about this Conte Duke.
And mayhap one day, a hidden blade will bury itself in the Conte Duke’s throat.