pulchreimperfectum

Extra: Is This My Fault? ~ You yawn as you finally wake from your nap, which exhaustion caused from the fight you and Connor had. You stretch and groan, remembering everything that had happened. It was a fight for no reason, just bad moods. But it was apparently enough to make Connor storm off. You stand and rub your eyes, feeling your hair is in a frizzed mess. Well this should be loads of fun, you grumpily think as you shuffle your way to the bathroom closest to your room. You take the time to groom yourself before putting on the assassin robes Connor gave to you after all that training he put you through. It was indeed tough and sometim

Part Two: Promises ~ You sigh as you feel yourself wake, seeing that the sun is peaking it way from the horizon. With a few encouraging words to yourself about waking up, you do it, hoisting yourself up and making your way to your bathroom. You use it, and check yourself in the mirror, seeing your hair was a mess and decide to wash yourself up. After that was done, you fix your hair into a small, messy bun and pull out an olive green dress, it nicely fitting your figure. You look in the mirror by your door and smile just before pulling on the boots you wore, rather than the normal high heels every other woman would wear. After you made your

Part One: We Meet ~ You didn't know what to say. What could you say? Here you were, next to this tall, dark skinned, brown eyed, muscular, attractive looking man, who had just asked you a question. One that had already slipped your mind. What was that question again? How could you forget? Now, the more you thought about it, the less you could remember it. What on earth was the matter with you? Did you drink too much ale? No... that couldn't be it. This was your first glass. The male next to you cleared his throat and rose his eyebrow, very patiently awaiting your answer. Not remembering what he'd said, you gave an awkward smile and rose yo