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Connor Kenway x Reader"Connor... Come inside!" [Name] motioned to the male to come close to her. However, the native American refused to get in the same room as her.Connor Kenway x Reader by RenStrawberrychan
With a sigh, [Name] smiled a bit. Connor was such a sweetheart, and she couldn't help but love everything about him. But he could never know; she didn't want to bother his mind with useless thoughts, especially now that he had an important mission to do. Connor was an assassin; He couldn't fall in love like she did, and that was what secretly killed her.
"I don't think I can do this [Name]..." He muttered, right before said girl took his arm and lead him to the centre of the room. She had almost dragged him, but both of them knew that if Connor didn't actually want to give it a try, he wouldn't even budge at her weak attempts.
"What kind of words are that? You put up with any kind of torture you are forced to get through, slay all those bad guys and you think that you can't learn how to move your feet in the right manner?" Putting her hands on
SEQUENCE 01, Memory 1: BravadoSEQUENCE 01, Memory 1: Bravado by imajanaeshun
17 MARCH, 1600 – LONDON, ENGLAND
Mr. Pacey lived in the house adjacent from the Marcelle home in central London. He had been their neighbor for nearly a year, but the past yielded very little information on the mysterious family. There was a mother, no father that he’d managed to notice, and an inseparable son and daughter. He hadn’t even learned the daughter’s name until tonight, which he was forced to gather from a fellow bystander.
“Augusta?” he reiterated to her, and was surprised when she finally blinked, and tilted her head his way. She wasn’t sure how many times the older man had repeated her name before she had noticed him. His eyes appeared stern, yet sympathetic. The thought crossed her mind, if perhaps he’d once lost someone he loved too.
Pacey waited for her to say something, but her lips never even parted. Eventually, he realized that she wasn’t paying any a