#i didnt even proof read this so like. take it as it is ig xD

[worldly-diversity]

○ 𝕕𝕣𝕒𝕓𝕓𝕝𝕖 ○

          ⤷  『  Arno Victor Dorian  』

When Arno first encountered Bellec and was shown the power that was hidden within his blood, he could not have imagined the sights and hardships that would follow his choice to ally himself with the man and his order.

Any connection to his father had seemed worthwhile back then, especially considering that connection had saved him from certain death within the crumbling Bastille. And yet, though he had been given the chance to save many lives in the process, perhaps that death would have been the kinder fate afforded to him.

There had been no end to the strangeness on his journey to becoming an Assassin, and in his quest to reunite with Elise. A hidden sect of powerful people pulling the strings, their obsession with ancient relics that as it turned out were far more powerful than he could have imagined, hidden lineages in not only himself but also monsieur Germain who had suffered from unbelievable visions that had rendered his mind… Well, it was a difficult thing to comprehend even after having lived through it.

The rise and fall of Assassins and Templars both, all centered in Paris and yet there was one thing that he felt had been the most difficult to overcome throughout it all… That being the pitfalls of his own mind. Or at least that was what he considered them, for what else could they be?

He's thankful it didn't happen every time, but high profile and high import kills had always had a certain effect on him. It was as though within a split second he gained a great understanding of the person whose life he had just taken… He knew what their actions were likely to have been in a given situation, and on occasion he could unearth the memories relevant to the quest he was on.

Such a thing surely could not be normal, and his retreat had been affected the first time it happened, to be ambushed so suddenly with such a wealth of information that it made his head throb miserably with the density of information received. The first time he had all but stumbled towards safety and received a scolding from Bellec for his troubles, no doubt the other having thought his reaction had come from the blood that had been shed by his hand.

Arno had to adapt quickly to not be phased by what was happening to him, the visions that he could puzzle out later but could not share with anyone else. After all, the one time he'd tried to figure out if Bellec experienced something similar he had been brushed off and his subtle questioning attributed to drink. He had never asked again.

Perhaps he would never know why he sees the things he does, or learns the hidden secrets of his enemies as their blood cools on his skin. All he knows is that he cannot share ability this with anyone, and that the only way now is forward, as it has always been.