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The campus was too quiet... 

It was unusual, especially during lunch time. Even his friends were silently eating with eyes glued to their books. God, it made him sick. Of all people, his friends became nerds. Altair sighed, grabbing his bag and standing up with a small wave at his friends, then left hurriedly. 

He couldn't stand that scene, it was horrifying, and it would scar him if he saw it again. He dropped the thought and scrolled through the songs in his Walkman, anything to change his mood right now would be appreciated, but his distraction led him to bump into someone, and he only looked up to see if it was a person he knew.

"Hey, watch it."

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Assassin’s Creed (2007)

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this is the only thing ive “finished” all summer goodbye

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Connor deserves a vacation

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above suspicion

Alex Mercer Cosplay / Rotzloeffel /Myself

Desmond Miles / machiniusblue

Photos / Lysa Bell

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The usual group of friends had been gone somewhere whining about the new books they'll be studying this year. The books were indeed big, but nothing mattered to Altair by this time of the day. He was tired, no, exhausted and worn out, even as it still the beginning of the year. He had little to no sleep in the past few days, and he has nothing to blame but those video games Desmond brought. It wasn't a bad thing, now was it? He could at least have something to entertain himself with.

He skipped the whines and cries and began wandering around the campus, absently looking for someone else he knows, someone who wasn't holding a book. Clay was the only person he caught, the only one he knew around this area. They weren't the closest of friends, but he was a great company... and he was holding a book. Fuck. "Clay... Please don't tell me you're studying already." 

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When he realizes that the sun is starting to set in front of the college dorm, Clay isn’t entirely sure how long exactly that he’s been sitting out there staring down at the physics book in his hands. Sighing, Clay passed a hand through his hair and closed the textbook with a loud clap. Sunday, late August, classes had just started and there was undoubtedly rabble being razed somewhere. Most of Clay was sure that he was going to be able to avoid it all but there was a part of him that knew it would somehow run into him. They had a pretty big campus, after all…

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As if the ignorance could have the slightest impact on him... But Altair was slowly loosing patience, waiting for the right minute to wrap his arms over the shorter male's waist and press him fully against his own body, the same way he had always dreamed of. Of course, it was only 'dreaming', nothing more. Malik can be a pain in the ass, at least until he knows that he truly likes him... Until then, it seems he has to suffer.

E-Email...? Email who!? Did Malik had a lover and he was yet to find out?! The hooded man took a deep breath as he watched the shorter flee. Lost in his thoughts, he couldn't hear his friends approaching, but the punches on his shoulders and yells at him to run after the nerd had dragged him back to reality. "He-He has... Ah fuck it." He pushed them all off and started walking to the direction Malik had taken, Ezio following behind him.

  Teeth were set firmly together as the student persisted in paying no heed to the other. Although Altair was really starting to test his nerves with the obnoxiously loud breathing. Does he really have nothing better to do? Of all the people to bother, why does Altair insist on bothering him? Probably to make fun… was the first thought that crossed the young man’s mind. Taking a tiny step forward in attempt to create more distance between them, his tolerance finally reached the very end of its rope upon hearing the whispered words that tickled his ear.

"Y’know, Malik… You really have nice lips.

That’s it; there was no reason for him to stand around and be almost sexually harassed by the brunet. A long inhale was drawn through closed teeth before an utterance escaped the raven-haired male’s lips, though the words were spoken clearly enough for the other to hear. “Guess I’ll just email him.”  Refusing to grant Altair the direct attention he sought for, Malik quickly side-stepped away before making a beeline towards one of his friends at a hurried pace, hoping the other would relent and give up his pursuit.

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All this talk of subjects was slowly having it's effect on him. Altair was nowhere near a great student, let alone a student who gives a fuck about his future. He was here for fun, to gather around with his friends and spell out jokes, events and new dates... the last one didn't matter him as much, but he did enjoy spending his time with his friends. "Ehh, I'm the worst person to tell that to." Digging his hands into his hoodie's pockets, he shrugged the subject off as his eyes scanned the floor, looking for that specific door he saw not a day ago.

"Nah, they don't give a fuck as long as they're paid." And it was true. All the punishment he was through were stupid, none were sent to his grandfather either, much to his relief. "I'm Altair and... No need for this. You got a lecture to catch up to." Finally, he stood before the wide door, peaking in through the small window. "Shit it started... Okay, good luck, and nice to meet you."

  Saiga shrugs in return, adjusting the strap of a messenger bag on his shoulder. “Who needs to rebel. It’s on my required list.” He explains, trying not to sound too flippant about it. He actually wants to take these courses, needs to if he wants to get anywhere near his goal, but the other student doesn’t sound particularly interested. “Ethics, media and cultural studies make up most of my course load…” He continues, trailing off a little and trying to figure out if he should bother to continue talking, coming to the conclusion that there’s no point fairly quickly.

He nearly trips over his own feet going up the stairs, and runs his hand through his hair nervously, scratching behind one ear as he hops up two at a time to make up for the distance. “Huh. I thought it’d be harsher…” He mutters to himself, then tilts his head. “Saiga,” He replies, and stalls out on whether he should bow or hold out his hand for the other student to shake. In the end, he ends up doing neither and just continues to try and keep up.

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"The wisdom of our Creed is revealed through these words. We work in the dark to serve the light. We are Assassins. Nothing is true, everything is permitted." - Ezio Auditore da Firenze