Assassination's note:Long time, no post, huh? Especially since I haven't typed up much since Feb. 22nd. And, what do you know? I can type hetero stuff.

Life

She still couldn't believe how cautious Altair had been back then, all quiet and unsure if he should talk to her. He would deny it, no doubt, if it were ever brought up around their children. That caused a small smile to tug at Maria's lips as she sat there, chin propped up in the palm of her hand while she watched Altair hold their youngest. Barely a year old.

Sef nuzzled his face into his father's chest, the man offering up a soft smile as he peered down at the small child.

It still amazed him how such life could be given, that he had a part of this and a continued role. That he had two wonderful boys, that he had a loving wife. It was everything he could ask for and more.

He turned his attention to Maria, eyes halfway open and smile still in place. When the baby shifted, making a soft gurgle, both looked down on him to see the boy open his eyes slowly. Both their smiles widened at the sight of Sef reaching his little hands up towards Altair.

The assassin wouldn't trade this for the world.

Snooping

Ezio felt he should learn not to be curious and snoop about on Rebecca's laptop when she's away. It wasn't like he was expecting to see - read - what he had.

Normally it would just be files on what Desmond had found while he was in the Animus, running around as Connor Kenway. So, really, he saw no harm in plopping down in her chair as the raven haired woman took a stroll with Altair to who knows where. Both had been getting along exceptionally, much to everyone's relief since the man hadn't gotten along too well with Lucy or anyone else.

Besides Desmond, that is.

The Italian still couldn't figure out why the Syrian didn't like him.

Back to what Ezio shouldn't be doing. He'd seen the icon of a fox curled around what looked like the globe, this 'Firefox' that Rebecca told him about and gave him a stern lecture on why he should never click the blue 'e.' It was open and he figured that there'd be no harm in a quick look, so he opened up the window.

Text was scrawled across the page, some website that had stories tossed onto it. Original, fiction and so on.

Muddy eyes ran over the text, crossing his arms and pressing his elbows on the desk. It all seemed innocent enough. There were two guys hanging out, joking and all that stuff. Much like what Desmond and Altair do, although...the Syrian still had trouble figuring out if the American was joking or not. Regardless, he was taken off-guard as much as the man in the story was when his friend just laid one on him - wait.

What the hell is this? What?

It was at this point that he was speed reading, eyes widening more as he went on. Rebecca was into this stuff?!

"So, all you have to do is -"

Ezio's head snapped up once he heard the technician heading back, seeing that Altair was nodding in acknowledgment to whatever she was explaining. Swallowing thickly, he scrolled back up and minimized the window, pushing away from the desk to head off and find Desmond. Hopefully wipe his mind clean of what he read as well.

Once both comrades reached the computer, Rebecca plopped herself down with a knowing look as she opened the site Ezio had been reading. Erasing the history, she planted her elbow on the desk, chin in hand as she smiled at the man. "So...think he learned his lesson?"

Altair cast a glance over to Desmond, who was trying to calm the erratic Italian down, before returning his attention to her. "Yes. I believe so."