Altair x Pink Eyed!Male!Reader - 12

   A/N: Last one boys, it was an amazing journey
   Key in description, sorry for making Altair ooc!!

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   Altair hadn’t seen him in four years. Despite now having a wife and child, he still has dreams of him. His voice, his cute laugh, those strawberry pink eyes…

   “Altair,” Maria snapped in front of his eyes, forcing him back into reality.

   “Oh, Maria, what were you saying?”

   “You’re unbelievable. Take care of him, I need to run an errand,” Maria said, handing the newborn baby to him. Altair took him in his hands, resting his son's head on his shoulder. “I'll be back shortly.”

   “Be safe, Maria,” he called out as he rubbed Darim's back, comforting him in his sleep. He remembered doing the same to (M/n) as he slept after their love making, loving when he moved more into the touch.

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   “There's nothing we can do, Altair, the wound is too deep.”

   Altair pulled Malik in by the cloth on his chest, face to face with him. “Malik, there has to be a way. Cut him open, do something, he's too young to die.”

   “That will only result in more blood loss, we can't do anything else but to let nature take its course. I'm sorry, Altair, really,” Malik, rested his hand on his shoulder. His eyes showed sympathy to the widowed man, his eyebrows knitting together. “Take your time to mourn, we shall leave you alone.”

   And mourn he did. He kneeled next his dead lover, hand holding a lifeless one. Tears rolled down his cheeks – something so seldom happened. He was used to death, but this one pulled one too many heartstrings.

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   A baby's cries snapped Altair back into reality. He rocked the child, patting his back as he comforted his son. “Don't cry, my child. You're okay,” he cooed, shushing the cries of the infant. “You're okay..”

   He felt a presence nearby, as if someone was watching him. He turned his head to see if that were true, but no one in sight. When he turned back, he saw a ghostly figure in front of his desk. It took him a while to see who it was.

   “Hello again, Altair.”

   “(M/n)?” Altair asked, voice hoarse.

   “It's me, my darling. I see you have moved on in life,” he replied, a small chuckle escaping his lips.

   “I have, but it's not the same without you,” Altair stated, adjusting Darim on his shoulder.

   “Nonsense, Altair,” he disappeared, only to reappear next to his chair. “Look, you have a child, a wife that loves you. A great family if I say so,” he touches the head of Darim, a soft smile on his face.

   “I wanted you alive, no matter what,” Altair replied, voice quiet. “I didn't give a damn if cutting you open made you bleed more, I just wanted you-“

   “I was already gone by the time you took me into the castle. Yes, I was young, but that's how it works. But I'm happy where you and I are - I'm no longer suffering a stomach wound, and you are now Mentor of the creed. You've made such good progress, Altair,” he beamed, his cool hands cupping his cheeks.

   Altair couldn't help but look down at the floor, he couldn't look at the monochrome figure in front of him. “Your eyes..”

   “Yes, I lost the only unique thing I had. But at least I'm not ashamed for having them anymore.”

   “I loved them,” Altair replied, “They were so beautiful when the light hit them perfectly.”

   “Still complimenting me in the after life? Typical Altair,” he giggled. “She’s coming, I shall take my leave-“

   “(M/n)-“ Altair interrupted him, finally looking up to stare at the spirit. “I still love you.”

   He smiled, cupping his cheeks once more. “I will visit you again. Take care,” he said, kissing him on the lips as he disappeared into nothingness.

   “I'll wait for you.”