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Description Young Hearts ~ Chapter 1

****Before you read I recommend listening to this beautiful music as it's what I wrote it to = ) www.youtube.com/watch?v=1utPYt… ****

“Altair…” You breathed as his lips tugged the delicate flesh on your neck, his fingers trailing down your spine, settling on your lower back and rubbing you there. Your hands rested on his firm chest, rising and falling faster as his heart began to pound again with want. Altair brought his lips back up to your own and kissed you deeply, with all the hunger and desire he possessed for you. Moaning slightly into the kiss, you draped your arms around the back of his neck and pushed your body closer into his own, in a craving desperation for more contact with his skin against yours. You both sat on the bed, with your robes down to your waists. You had been halfway through dressing after your lovemaking when he had pulled you back in a surprisingly needy manner to smother you with more affection. Altair was strong, self assured and commonly arrogant, but to you, in the privacy of your room, he sometimes let that slightly softer side of himself out. You pulled away from his lips for a moment, sliding your hands down his strong back, his tanned skin was feverishly hot and his golden eyes still burned with want, the way they drank you in was alluring you to fall back into kissing him. “Altair…we really…should we be getting dressed…properly …we have duties to attend to.” You whispered between his soft kisses to your lips.

His steady eyes returned to your own bright (e/c) ones. “True…but…” His lips began trailing down your neck once more.

For a moment you lost yourself to lust once again, and buried your face into his neck, inhaling the addictive sent of him, a soft moan slipping from your lips as his hands cupped your breasts and his fingers began caressing them firmly. “Ah….Altair, the master….he will suspect something if we are not careful.” You warned, your voice slightly breathless in unwilling protest.

Altair frowned, knowing full well what the two of you were doing was forbidden. His hands slid down to the small of your stomach, lingering there for a moment in defeat. Suddenly a slight smirk tugged at his lips. “Everything is permitted…” His voice carrying a decent amount of cockiness as he spoke, while his eyes remained fixed with your own in an intense gaze, you found yourself unable to look away from those golden jewels.

After some time of just staring intently at each other, you tore your (e/c) eyes from his captivating look. Sighing at him trying to use the philosophy of the creed in such a way, what that man wound not sink to sometimes. You began pulling your robes back and adjusting yourself until you were once again as presentable as you had been before Altair had decided to interfere with your unfortunate robes, you pulled your grey hood up and repositioned a dagger until it was settled correctly. In this time Altair had too reluctantly redressed, his master robes covering his impressively defined muscles and that white hood masking his strong face while concealing his memorizing eyes. “Alright, you go first, we hardly want to be seen walking together at all times.” You pointed out.

“Very well.” You could hear the eye roll in his voice as he went to leave, then stopping Altair pulled you against his powerful body, capturing your chin between his index finger and thumb, before crushing his lips onto your own in a heated kiss, wrapping his arms around you tightly, his tongue pushing on your lower lip demanding entrance, as you gave in your tongues began to dance and fight playfully, suddenly he broke the kiss, smirked and left without word.  

You panted for a moment, smiling after your mysterious assassin, then you eventually made your way out into the hall and hurried down the steps across the library and outside, it was a contrast from the kind shade the building had offered, for despite it only being morning the suns rays were already filled with a strong heat. Dashing down to the training ring, you spotted your friend, Yazan. He walked over to greet you. “(y/n), I did not see you at breakfast, slept in did you?” He asked, pretending to be stern about the matter. His hood was down reveling his short hair to be a mess, probably from training, or his own laziness in bothering with a hairbrush.

“Heh, it would seem so.” You said, rubbing the back of your head guiltily.

He leaned closer to you suddenly, an amusement in his voice. “Or perhaps you didn’t, perhaps you were busy ‘training’ with Altair.” His tone was mischievous now, that cheeky grin of his trying to hide the slight jealousy in his eyes.  

“Shh.” You scolded, Yazan was the only person that knew of your relationship with Altair and though he kept his word to never tell another soul. That promise did not keep him from teasing you about the matter from time to time, not that you minded, he was your closest friend and since growing up together you had always shared secrets and many inside jokes.

He waved you off and laughed slightly. “Oh, I have to inform you of something.” He suddenly remembered, a more serious expression upon his kind face. “The master wishes to speak with us at the eleventh hour of the day.” He explained.

“The master?” You raised your eyebrows.

“Indeed, according to Samir he wishes to speak of a mission to us.” He explained.

You nodded, wondering what the mission may involve, but frowning that Yazan’s cousin Samir knew more than the both of you put together, then he was older and of a higher rank, but still his irritating manner never failed to get under your skin. “Well, we should probably make our way to him, we hardly want to be late.” You said, turning and heading back inside, Yazan close behind.

“What do you think fate has in store for us then?” Yazan asked.

“Considering our ranks, I doubt it is much of interest.” You were both fairly close in ranks, Yazan being three above you, he put that down to skill, you put it down to his age, being three years older. But still, you were just above novice now, the worst time had been when you were a novice and he was above, the desperation to be equal with him had driven you to train until your body ached and caved in exhaustion. Despite your slight competition, Yazan took it upon himself to train you and practice with you as much as he could in his spare time, you probably owed your rank to him as it was.

“You never know.” He responded in a whisper as you made it to the high floor. When you reached the master you both bowed your heads in great respect as the man watched you from behind his desk, the smoke from the bakhoor swirling around in it’s own pointless direction as its scent stained the air with a sweet woody aroma. “Good morning to you master.” Yazan spoke first.

“Good morning master.” You followed.

“And to you both.” He returned, giving a slight smile which faded as fast as it had appeared. “Now, I have called you here because there is a mission I feel the both of you could accomplish.” He began, pressing his weathered fingers together.

You both hesitated, until you decided to continue. “What would you wish of us, master?”

“I need you to travel to Damascus, from there go to the bureau. Your task is to seek out Abaan Al-Bahri, find him, his house, and as many details about the man as possible.” He paused, as if to allow the both of you to absorb the information. “Altair will meet you in the city in two weeks time, he will then inform you of any further plans.” He finished.

You both nodded.

“Get ready and be on your way, but go with the guidance of the brotherhood and the safety of your own wisdom.” Though the master did not give that many details, you could tell this seemed to be a important mission, well important as far as your ranking was concerned.

“With haste, master.” Yazan replied.

You left with your friend, making your way down into the hallway of bedrooms. "I must say farewell to my mother before we leave." Yazan thought aloud as you walked.

You nodded, not having any living relatives you needed to say your farewells to yourself. “I will meet you at the gate.” You said to him, before heading into your room.

“As you wish.” Yazan smiled and made his own way off.  

You closed your door, and then occupied yourself with packing as well as checking your weapons. Examining a set of throwing knives, you decided to take extras as the little assortments always made good use of their presence, a knock on the door broke you out of your thoughts. “Come in.” You called as you packed the extra small knives.

“I hear you will be on the trail of Abaan Al-Bahri, in Damascus.” Altair stood in the doorway; his voice was a matter-of-fact tone in an effort to hide any concern.

“That is true.” You replied, turning to face the man. “You are to join me and Yazan there in two weeks.” You reminded to break the silence.

He nodded. “Indeed.” He pulled his hood down and looked at you. “Be careful, Abaan Al-Bahri is a dangerous man, and from what I know he has many allies in that city.” Altair informed.

“I will be.” You promised.

A slight smile tugged at his lips as he looked at you. “I will miss you.” He admitted.

“I will miss you as well.” You replied, thinking about just how much you would, on a bright side it would only be for two weeks. Your (e/c) eyes glided up to meet his and you found it impossible to pull them away from the mans intense gaze, your heart began to beat faster as he took a few slow steps towards you, swiftly closing the distance between your lips and his own. He held your face as he kissed you, his strong hands caressing your cheeks, you slid your own hands up his back and clung onto him wishing to never let go, begging fate to not let this moment of pure perfection end, he must have felt the same because his arms slipped down to wrap around your waist and pull you tightly against his body.

As the kiss grew more and more hungry you began to wish to make love to the man right now, he enveloped you between himself and the wall, his mouth moving down to shower your neck in kisses, tugging impatiently at your robes to expose more flesh, the consuming feeling of his hot breath fanning the delicate skin on your neck, followed by his lips pressing and sucking at it, leaving the glorious wetness from his mouth behind, which when revisited by gentle nibbles from his teeth made your body tingled from breathtaking excitement, you felt dazed with a burning lust for the man. As you surrendered completely to him, letting a moan pass the threshold of your lips. His hands travelled down to your hips and rested there, continuing to cover you in kisses, working back up to your collarbone and jaw line, then he paused, his lips lingering just above your own, so tantalisingly close he was practically grazing them, slowly Altair leaned in placing a unexpectedly soft and loving kiss upon your lips.

He pulled away, bringing his right hand up to run through your hair, which had yet to be braided, his free hand tracing the outline of your lips then moving to fondly stroke your cheek. “I love you.” He said, his voice barley above a whisper, while his eyes remained fixed with yours.

“I love you too.” You returned in an equally hushed tone. For a moment you just remained like that, almost lost to the world. Finally you remembered just how fast time was going by. “I should be leaving, I suppose.” You sighed.

He nodded, backing away. “Go carefully, in two weeks I will return to your side….but until then…” He placed one last tender kiss upon your lips. “…Goodbye.” With that he walked out, his hood pulled back up and his head bowed low.

Your watched him leave, a sad smile on your face. It had been so long since you had been on a mission of much importance or danger. You knew Altair could struggle with goodbyes, even if he did act as strong and cold as stone around most people, you were lucky enough to see a small part of his softer side that was typically hidden from all.

You quickly braided your hair, though in the rush of doing so left a strand out that now hung out of place by the left side of your ear, not that you could worry for now. With much haste you headed down to meet Yazan at the gate, where he was leaning against the well, looking slightly board as the sweltering heat from the sun radiated down on him. “Ah, there you are, I almost thought you were lost dear girl.” He teased, though giving you a genuine smile.

“In that case, why where you just sitting here and not coming to aid me in finding my way.” You threw back with a grin.

“Well, I had to have some faith in your abilities, I did teach you everything you know after all.” He retorted proudly.

“If that were the case, I would defiantly of needed help.” You countered and smirked at his pout. Happily making your way towards Faris, the dark bay stood proud, his black forelock half hiding the white blaze that ran down to his muzzle. You were pleasantly surprise that he was already saddled up.

“Well, at least I did saddle your horse for you.” Yazan said, walking over to his grey mare, Isra.

“Thank you.” You tightened the girth before swinging yourself up onto Fairs’s back, brushing some dust from his elegant neck, and patting him as you nudged at his sides so he moved into a energetic walk.

The journey to Damascus was long, the looming canyons towered over you both, the dry air was without a breeze, the sand was baking in the suns glaring heat and the lonely road made you both even more grateful of each others company. Those few days passed peacefully enough, and with the pleasant company of Yazan they were relatively merry at times. Though it was a relief when the impressive city of Damascus came into sight, the greatness and wonder of the grand city never failed to impress. It was encased behind formidably strong walls and throughout the imposingly large city were spiralling towers that stretched towards the heavens. These majestic structures were one of the first that came into view and thus gave any traveller hope that he was near to his destination. You and Yazan rode eagerly to the stables and arranged care for Isra and Faris. Then made your way towards the gates, blending in with a group of travellers you slipped through without any unwanted speculation from guards.

The travellers entered, all marvelling at the city. You and Yazan moved with the stream of the crowds along the busy streets, until you felt a tug from him and nodding you followed discreetly into a small side street, there was a concealment of shadow here, and only one beggar man sitting holding his tarnished cup. You glanced to him, the mans eyes were sunken and his face gaunt, his thin hands clutched the small cup, which had only two coins lying pathetically at the bottom, worth little more than the worn cup they lay in. You sighed, there he sat with only one leg, old and frail, almost falling to pieces while the world carried on around him.

“Come.” Yazan gave a nod at the wall.

You tossed a few coins to the unfortunate elderly beggar, before scaling the wall, behind echoed the sound of his hopeless voice crack out in thanks to you. You reached the rooftop and looked out across the vast city, up here where the distraction of noise had fled and where you escaped the issue of so many milling civilians, up here; you truly felt a sense of freedom.

“Now, to the bureau.” You said, looking to Yazan.

He nodded. “Indeed.”

“Let us make haste then.” You said, running just behind him, moving swiftly across the dusty roves, sometimes as you jumped your feet seemed to barley touch the ground before sprinting on carelessly. You felt like an eagle up here, if you did not have the restriction of reality you could have sworn you would fly one day, as you ran the rush filled you and you seemed to cut the dry air, all too soon though you had to slow down behind Yazan, as he came to a stop.

“The bureau is close from here.” He muttered.

“Are we lost?” You asked, giving the man your best frown.

“No, we are simply…”

You raised your eyebrows.

“…lost.” He admitted, hanging his head. Being the eldest he so badly wanted to achieve this mission and already there was a complication.  

You looked around for a moment; the suns harsh glare causing you to squint. “”No, we’re not.” You declared.

He looked up. “Oh?”

You smiled, deciding to say what he always did when you were growing up. “We are misplaced together for a reason!” You sang, remembering when he told you that the day you lost your way in a grape vineyard, he took your hand, said those words and walked for an hour until you found the way out together. Ever since you had always used that as rewording for ‘lost’ to brighten each other’s moods.  

A smile tugged at his lips. “True.”

You looked thoughtful. “I believe it may have been past that building.” You nodded to the one ahead.

He nodded. Then you made your way in that direction, it took sometime before you found the entrance. “Ah, here.” He smiled, climbing down into the small room that was filled with the suns glow, your eyes trailing to the corner, where an inviting pile of lazily sprawled cushions sat.

You followed, hearing the bureau master wish safety and peace upon you both. As you went into the next and slightly darker room, the strong sent of bakhoor invaded your nose, it would seem he had been rather generous with the amount today as the smell was slightly overpowering.  

“And to you.” Yazan replied, coughing slightly at the smoke.

“Now, tell me what brings you two to Damascus?” He leaned forward on his desk with interest.

“Abaan al-Bahri.” Yazan informed.

“Ah, yes.” He nodded. “I have a lead on that.”

“Excellent.” Yazan clasped his hands together and looked at the man for more information.  

“You see, there was a maid, Ghaida, she worked in a families household, the El-Nassar family. Now, this family have had dealings with Abaan al-Bahri of late.” He explained.

“Was?” You questioned.

“Indeed, recently due to her age they dismissed her services and she now scrapes by on the streets, from what I hear she is no friend to the El-Nassar family these days, and so I would suggest finding her.” He explained.

Yazan nodded. “Have you any idea where we may?” He questioned.

“Yes, she spends her days by the weeping mothers fountain.” He turned to put a scroll of paper away and take out another blank one, trying to smudge some ink off of his hand with his thumb.

“That is in the poor district, is it not?” You asked, narrowing your eyes and searching your memory for the place.

“Yes, that’s right, it is a very basic fountain where the poor often take a drink from.” He looked up from his plain parchment. “Of course rest and have something to eat before you go.” He smiled before returning to his work.

“Thank you.” Yazan said, before turning to face you. “We will rest for an hour and have something to eat, but then we really must try and find her.” He informed.

“Agreed, if she only spends her days there, then we want to arrive before nightfall.” You replied.

He gave a nod of agreement. “But for now…I would say food would be a good idea.” He suggested.

“I could not agree more!” You chimed.

The bureau master looked up. “There is some flat bread wrapped in that cloth and the basket underneath has a few other bits, do help yourself.” He nodded over to the ‘food corner’.

“Thank you.” You smiled and took a plate from a stack that was next to the basket, before dishing up a small plateful of food.  

You and Yazan sat and ate for sometime, resting on the pile of cushions and just letting your bodies sink into their lulling comfort. You were dozing off, your eyes closed and you felt your self drifting into a state of sleep when you felt a gentle nudge, you mumbled in complaint and turned over to see a grinning Yazan.

“You look so sleepy.” He smiled at you in a brotherly way. “I feel mean saying this, but we need to move, or it will be sundown before we reach the fountain.” He explained, giving you an apologetic look.

You groaned slightly, but gave him a nod and then clambered out of your nest of cushions. “Alright, you lead the way.” You said, adjusting your robes and grabbing your discarded weapons.
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Comments: 40

madameHunterr [2016-01-22 23:13:08 +0000 UTC]

Sorry for taking so long to read this completely   I had to read this in parts >x< I've been so busy lately! I looooove it :3 It's soo cuuute. The fight between lust and loyalty is so real Keep it up! It's gonna be amazing, I can feel it!

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PandaNotes In reply to madameHunterr [2016-01-23 18:40:57 +0000 UTC]

Don't apologise! Thank you so much though, I'm so glad you liked it!!!

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madameHunterr In reply to PandaNotes [2016-01-23 19:54:27 +0000 UTC]

Of course I like it! I like all of your work xD  

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PandaNotes In reply to madameHunterr [2016-01-24 12:59:09 +0000 UTC]

Aww thanks! XD

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madameHunterr In reply to PandaNotes [2016-01-24 16:58:53 +0000 UTC]

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WolfHero28 [2016-01-19 17:23:54 +0000 UTC]

I cannot wait for the next part friendo!

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PandaNotes In reply to WolfHero28 [2016-01-19 22:35:40 +0000 UTC]

Thank you! XD

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Erinus20 [2016-01-19 15:32:41 +0000 UTC]

Absolutely beautifully written, a joy to read, it holds you and keeps you wanting more. I really like the mature setting to, this is the 12th century and it really shows. The part with the homeless beggar brought a tear to my eye, You have great talent.

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PandaNotes In reply to Erinus20 [2016-01-19 22:34:23 +0000 UTC]

Thank you so much!

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capsstarshield [2016-01-18 07:24:08 +0000 UTC]

CUTE OMFG

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PandaNotes In reply to capsstarshield [2016-01-18 16:13:34 +0000 UTC]

Thank you XD

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ellestrix [2016-01-18 03:06:05 +0000 UTC]

This is really well done......   and is true to both the game (and for the most part) the Ismaili.  I like it.

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PandaNotes In reply to ellestrix [2016-01-18 16:13:27 +0000 UTC]

Aww, thank you so much for your feedback!

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AngelGamer1995 [2016-01-17 23:53:39 +0000 UTC]

YOU ARE KILLING ME!! reading the story while listining to the music is killing my heart and my fantasy!!!! i love it and i can't wait till the next ch   

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PandaNotes In reply to AngelGamer1995 [2016-01-17 23:59:29 +0000 UTC]

Oh thank you so much! I am so happy you liked it! Hopefully I will upload the chapter 2 by next week!

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AngelGamer1995 In reply to PandaNotes [2016-01-18 00:18:25 +0000 UTC]

yay  

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SAKURAHARUNO1999 [2016-01-17 23:50:26 +0000 UTC]

Another awesome work hon. Gosh, I love Yazan he's so funny, and his relationship with the reader is just so cute X3
By the way, I love the way you write Altaïr, he's cute but doesn't seem out of character, it's hard to do that (and I loved the beginning *drools*)

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PandaNotes In reply to SAKURAHARUNO1999 [2016-01-18 00:01:31 +0000 UTC]

Aww thank you so much my friend, I'm really glad you found Yazan a nice character, and Altair stayed in his character. I want to make him human but keep him, him...which is hard, but I think if he really loved a women, he could secretly be a darling. Thank you again! Your comment has made my day!

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SAKURAHARUNO1999 In reply to PandaNotes [2016-01-18 12:22:39 +0000 UTC]

He's awesome (I hope nothing bad happens to him). Yeah, Altaïr is always tricky to write, but I really think you managed to keep is essence. Oh he'd be a darling, but also a little awkward, I don't think he'd know exactly how to be sweet and loving.
Any time hon ;D

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PandaNotes In reply to SAKURAHARUNO1999 [2016-01-18 16:15:05 +0000 UTC]

Yes, I love Yazan!
Yeah, Altair is such an interesting lover, very passionate, if almost too much, like I can see him being possessive.

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SAKURAHARUNO1999 In reply to PandaNotes [2016-01-18 19:29:10 +0000 UTC]

He has seen things no one should have, of course, when falling in love she will be the most important thing in is world, he'll want to protect her even when it's not needed. Poor Altair, he is much more complex then he appears

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PandaNotes In reply to SAKURAHARUNO1999 [2016-01-18 19:51:12 +0000 UTC]

Yes that's true, he is such a lost man on the inside! I think he would really treasure her, because she is the one person who still looks up to him in many ways, and their love is genuine, just very passionate too. 

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SAKURAHARUNO1999 In reply to PandaNotes [2016-01-18 20:03:48 +0000 UTC]

This conversation is getting so deep, and so are my feelings for him XD I need to go play his game again.
But yes, it would be a crazy, passionate, awkward romance, and that's the best kind

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PandaNotes In reply to SAKURAHARUNO1999 [2016-01-18 20:25:56 +0000 UTC]

I know!!!! Writing this story is making me fall in love with Altair so much!
I played his game not too long ago, I just love the whole essence of it, that time, the beautiful buildings, ah whole awe of it puts this story to shame.
Oh yes it is something! 

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SAKURAHARUNO1999 In reply to PandaNotes [2016-01-18 21:03:07 +0000 UTC]

It's impossible not to, he likes to think he is this tough guy with no feeling, but we know he just wants to be loved. How cute is that?

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PandaNotes In reply to SAKURAHARUNO1999 [2016-01-18 21:24:38 +0000 UTC]

I know!!!  I love the deeper side of his character!

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SAKURAHARUNO1999 In reply to PandaNotes [2016-01-18 22:03:48 +0000 UTC]

Me too!

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PandaNotes In reply to SAKURAHARUNO1999 [2016-01-18 22:06:37 +0000 UTC]

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RedthestreetsKat [2016-01-17 23:46:55 +0000 UTC]

This was great!

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PandaNotes In reply to RedthestreetsKat [2016-01-17 23:49:10 +0000 UTC]

Aw, thanks.

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RedthestreetsKat In reply to PandaNotes [2016-01-17 23:50:48 +0000 UTC]

Your Welcome!

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Flammensturm2 [2016-01-17 23:08:11 +0000 UTC]

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PandaNotes In reply to Flammensturm2 [2016-01-17 23:14:02 +0000 UTC]

Thanks. = )

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Pandassin [2016-01-17 22:14:31 +0000 UTC]

*nosebleed* Love it ! *dies from nosebleed*

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PandaNotes In reply to Pandassin [2016-01-17 22:22:31 +0000 UTC]

Aww thank you!


*Cough* there will be a lemon later in the story *cough*

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Pandassin In reply to PandaNotes [2016-01-18 13:53:27 +0000 UTC]

*Nosebleed continues* yey ! BTW are you going to do fanfictions about the Assassins creed Chronicles ( China , India and Russia ) ?

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PandaNotes In reply to Pandassin [2016-01-28 19:58:04 +0000 UTC]

Lol.
Umm, I am actually not sure, I just lack so much time right now, but maybe someday yeah, I'd certainly like to.

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Pandassin In reply to PandaNotes [2016-01-28 21:44:43 +0000 UTC]

Cool ! I really love A- ... I can't really remember his name ... I love the Indian assassin with a really strange name

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cat4dog [2016-01-17 22:10:02 +0000 UTC]

Great work  

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PandaNotes In reply to cat4dog [2016-01-17 22:22:41 +0000 UTC]

Thank you!

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