Rope Dart Hunting (Connor x Reader) Part 11

"Arm is too low. Higher." He instructed, watching you groan. You raised your arm higher this time, looking at him for approval. He nodded.

"...if you're going to use the bow, at least grab an arrow." He sighed, walking over and getting an arrow for you. He positioned it onto its place.

"Is it good yet?" You asked, feeling the strain and your limbs already. He shrugged.

"Aim at an animal. How about we hit that fox over there?" He asked, pointing at the fox that was casually sun bathing. You pitied it, but it'll be your dinner tonight.

"What a poor creature." You murmured, releasing the arrow.

It missed horribly.

You glanced at Connor. He started coughing.

"Good try. It hasn't move, so try again." He snickered. You rolled your eyes.

"Don't laugh Connor." You huffed, drawing the bow again. You sighed and took and deep breath.

"Just focus on the fox. Nothing else." He mumbled. 

"Then shut up." You snapped. He blinked.

"My apologies." He smiled. You rolled your eyes.

"Take a deep breath...focus...relax-"

"You know (y/n), if this fox was a Templar, you'd be dead by now." Achilles commented, waving his cane around. You growled.

"Will the two of you be quiet?!" You shouted. The fox had heard your outburst and yelped. It started running. You groaned.

"No...!" Connor sighed. He stood up and went after it. You watched him disappear from view.

"He'll be back in a few minutes, right?" You asked, still stunned that he'd go after a small and agile animal like a fox. Achilles shook his head.

"No." 

"Wait, what do you mean-"

"I have the fox!" Connor exclaimed, dropping from a branch. You gasped, startled.

"Connor! Don't scared me like that!" You mumbled, punching his shoulder. He blinked.

"Why did you punch me?" He asked. It didn't hurt him, but he didn't understand what  it meant. A colonial thing, maybe?

"It just means that I'm joking- What is that." You stared at the tool that he used to catch the fox. It looked like a dart. With a rope. Rope dart?

"That'll be a rope dart." Achilles snorted, clearly amused by your stare. Connor reached into his pack and took out another one.

"Have one. I have three." He said, placing the rope dart into your hands. You smiled.

"Bye! I'll be hunting with this great thing, so wait for me for dinner!" You screamed, running into the forest.

"I..." Connor didn't know what to say.

"Was that a smart move?" Achilles asked, gazing at your figure that was whipping the dart at a poor animal. You didn't know where to exactly hit the animal, but food was food.

"She'll learn. Do we still wait?" He asked, raising the fox by its tail. He didn't skin the fox yet, very unsure of what use it'll be. Achilles nodded.

"If she wanted us to wait, well, we'll wait." He sighed, motioning Connor to come inside.

There, they waited for you to come in. 

Connor, was expecting you to come in with a bunch of animals.

Achilles? He was waiting for you to complain to Connor about how useless the rope dart was.

Two hours passed as Achilles's stomach growled.

"Why does it take so long?" Achilles sighed, remembering how quick it was for Connor to simply catch a deer and be done with it. (Y/n) had better come home with two dozens of foxes.

"She must be done." Connor spoke, watching his hidden blade pop out and back in.

A sudden knock hit the door.

"Must be her now." Connor chuckled, standing up and walking to the door. He opened it slowly and saw your sheepish grin.

"Hello Connor." You greeted, waving. He smiled back.

"Hello. What's wrong?" He asked. You grinned and stepped aside.

"Look." You said simply, pointing at a furry heap on the ground. Curiously, Connor walked around it and his mouth opened.

"A bear. You killed a bear. How?" He asked, bewildered. You laughed.

"Long story. Think we can eat it?" You asked, pulling the bear's arm to the door.

"Well, we can't get it through the door. We have to cut it up." He sighed. It was going to be a bloody job.

"Yuck. Well, I better explain how I got the bear. I was walking around, trying to find an elk. Suddenly. I heard a growling noise! It was a pack of wolves. I hastily climbed a small tree and watched them fail to get up. I got bored and tried the rope dart and killed one. He's somewhere Connor. Another growl had caught my attention again! This time it was a bear, the wolves attacked it and won, but they left, most likely to mend their wounds. And so, I killed a wolf, but I got the bear." You beamed. He nodded, half listening. He thought you were lying. Wolves don't leave their catch.

"Cut off the legs and arms." He ordered, tossing you a knife. You glared and wearily.

"Are you going to eat it?! With the fur?!" You cried. You held the knife. He smiled.

"Tell me why you brought it here. And no, I will skin it."

"To get meat- oh. We are. Okay. I'll get started...with the nasty stuff." You sighed. He rolled his eyes good naturedly.

"I'm skinning it, imagine how bad that is."

"Right." You sighed, cut off the pieces.

*Time skip. Not sure if you guys wanted a chopping-a-bear up scene*

"Yuck. My coat is all messed up." You groaned, looking at your originally white coat. You poked a clot of blood from the bear and flicked it off.

"Technically it's an assassina robe." Connor sighed, wiping sweat off his forehead. You raised your eyebrows.

"Really?" You asked sarcastically. "I really couldn't tell on how similar they looked!" He laughed.

"Then you are blind." He said honestly. 

Did he not understand what sarcasm was? He must of...

"Right...I'll bring in the pieces of meat. It's really late now." You yawned. He stood up.

"It's alright. I'll bring it in." He said quietly, silently telling you to just go to sleep. You shook your head. You weren't even that tired and you planned to say so.

"It's alright Connor. I'm not tired-"

He smirked. "Really?"

You groaned. "Shut up. I'm still helping you." You growled. He chuckled and continued skinning. He patted the ground next to him.

"Alright. Help me skin the bear. And sit next to me." He smiled, releasing the hidden blade on his left arm, using it to skin it. That would cause the blade to dull, but you assumed he sharpens it.

"I could sit here. Why right next to you?" You laughed. He shrugged.

"You're cold." He stated simply, tongue out in concentration. You looked at him, confused.

"I'm not cold- Wait! What? Are you a predicter of the future?!" You shouted, looking at your arms. You had slid the sleeves up and saw goosebumps. He shrugged.

"No. But come here. The body heat will spread." He said again. You sighed and grabbed a piece of meat to skin. You sat next to him and skinned in silence.

If you could even call it skinning. You kept slicing part of the meat off and occasionally cutting your finger. You swore.

"Angle your blade lower and use slower strokes." Connor instructed, not even looking at you. You sighed and obeyed.

"Thank you." You murmured. He nodded.

"Of course." He smiled. You kept on skinning that one piece, but less injuries and mistakes. You hoped they didn't cook this piece. Your blood was all over it.

The minutes of silence flew over to an hour. You had fallen asleep on Connor's shoulder as he worked in silence. 

He didn't even noticed your weight on his shoulder until he started to talk.

"I think we should go in."

"(Y/n)."

"(Y/n)?"

Connor craned his neck and saw you snoozing on his shoulder. Since when?

He sighed and sheathed his hidden blade and placed the last meat on the ground. He picked you up and carried you inside. He walked into the house and passed a quietly sleeping Achilles and into your room. He went to your door, only to find it locked. he sighed.

He walked to his room, never really using it. He smiled. It'll be used tonight.

He placed you onto his bed and tucked you in.

"Good night- What? Your hands are bleeding." He grumbled. He walked out and went it go receive the bandages and cleaning kit. He returned and grabbed your hand. He cleaned it as he watched you sigh. He carefully bandaged your wound and he stood. He cleaned up the supplies and placed them back in ther place.

He walked downstairs and remembered Achilles was sleeping too. He groaned and walked over to pick him up as well.

"Connor, if you dare pick me up, that means you want to return the hidden blades. And never get them back." Achilles growled, eyes flashing open. Connor stepped back.

"Uh. Right. Sorry old man." He coughed, walking back into the living room. Achilles watched him start the fire in the fireplace with compliant. Connor pulled up a chair and placed it in front of the fire place and settled down. He sighed as he looked at his bloody hands. He shrugged.

He sat with the warm fireplace, not worrying if the fire got out of control.

"It shouldn't. Again. The fire will not harm again..." He reassured himself. 

Eventually, he fell asleep. And he fell off the chair onto the cold floor. He never slept. This was his first time in awhile and this happens.

A few hours in the wee morning, you woke up and joined him on the floor.