"Mr. Johnson?"

eleanortheredcoat:

templar-johnson:

"Aye lassie? Was there somethin you needed?"

"Can’t a woman simply wish to enjoy spending time with a dear friend?" She forced a smile—she couldn’t tell him the whole reason why she was here instead of with her fellow redcoats. It was far too embarrassing.

"She can, but there is somethin more to id that you’re not tellin me, lassie," William leaned forward against his arms, trained eyes watching her closely, reading the way her face moved and the language of her body. "It’s alright, Eleanor, you know you can speak freely with me, my dear."

*greets her with bearded kisses to the side of her neck* Good mornin lassie.

cockney-lady:

cockney-lady:

Tommie jolted at first, still tired and as a result surprised by the sudden contact.  It was just William, who’d probably been awake for hours before she’d finally rolled out of bed and tried to become somewhat presentable.

Unconsciously she tilted her head to make more room for her lover, bringing one hand up to his hair.  Goosebumps erupted slowly over her shoulders and arms- William had to know exactly what he was doing to her and he was lucky she was too tired to completely jump them, otherwise neither would get any work done today.  Not that she got much done on the best of days anyway.

It was funny, all the assumptions that he was a reserved gentleman were proven wrong after getting to know him.  The man was as much of a lecher as she was.

A soft sigh passed Tommie’s lips as William moved his lips over her neck.  She brought one hand down to rest over his, not in any attempt to stop him but just to feel him more than she already did.  Her nose crinkled as she tried to hush her laughter, the mix of his breath and beard tickling her ear and neck.

Still muffling soft laughter, the younger woman shrugged in response.  ”The bed got cold without ya,” she replied, jokingly petulant.  She craned her neck around and shifted in her seat to bring a hand to his cheek and pull her lover into a kiss.  “‘Ow was your night?”

"Is that so?" William hummed, placing gentle kisses to her ear until she turned and found his lips. He smiled against hers, leaning in to give her another kiss, this one longer than the last, The feeling of her fingers against his cheek caused him to feel relaxed and happy, content with simply standing here and peppering tiny kisses to Tommie’s lips all day if he was able to. If his back wouldn’t give out before then.

"Wonderful," he spoke in response once the kiss was broken, smiling to her as he found himself trapped in her eyes, "So long as you’re stayin here."

Pan knocks on the door and waits patiently. She holds the usual disguise of a younger man, hair tucked up and away beneath a hat. Though her injuries aren't hidden-- bruises on her face still linger along with a new cut across her forehead. Hands remain folded neatly behind her.

shadowofanassassin:

templar-johnson:

templar-johnson:

William opened the door to his room, greeting her with a typical smile. “Oh, well good evenin’ Pan, Is there somethin I can help you with?” He stepped back, gesturing for her to step into the room.

William had a room rented out for the night, as he was in Boston, and didn’t feel like travelling at night back to New York. 

"There is plenty more for you to do for the order than to be in constant action, Pancetta. Do not forget the last time we met, you were in chains, near to be executed," William scolded her lightly, enjoying a sip of his tea with a soft sigh.

"Aye, my work has been keepin me busy as ever, lassie. The natives grow restless with every new farm poppin up on the grounds near their homes, and with every soldier who starts firin his guns. There’s more sickness to trade for, medicine that needs shippin, and thieves lookin to make off with most of it. Trade can be just as dangerous of a field as the war itself."

"That was a mistake on my part." Pan says quickly. "I got the information I needed for a price is all." She looks away for a moment, sipping the tea. "Even if I chose a different task— I’d be too restless. Like I said." Pan hums.

        Green eyes soften as he continues to talk.

"I think with every gunfire there is restlessness. I know you’re doing you’re best." Pan sighs. "If I knew how to help, I would. But all of this takes time. Negotiations, persuasion…" She sits back and sips her tea. "Sometimes I feel as if my job is easier."

"In a way, it is," William chuckles, sipping from his tea with a sigh of relief. Tea always made him feel so much better, though for the untrained eye who didn’t spend a lot of time with William, it was difficult to see when he was stressed. The man hid it quite well.

"There’s always goin to be a lad or two lookin to cause trouble, no matter what it is you’re doin.. I could be deliverin medicine to the natives, and some lad will approach me, hollarin’ about how his own daughter is ill, and how he deserves it more than the ‘filthy savages’ do," William hummed, dropping his gaze below to stare into the surface of his tea. 

"Mr. Johnson?"

eleanortheredcoat:

templar-johnson:

"Aye lassie? Was there somethin you needed?"

Eleanor smiled and sat where she was told. “It’s been far too long since I’ve ha the pleasure of your company, sir.”

"You flatter me, Eleanor," the older man chuckled, resting his arms against the table as he watched her take a seat. "What can I do for you, lassie? You couldn’t have come all this way just to sit and have a bit of chat, could you?"

"Mr. Johnson?"

eleanortheredcoat:

templar-johnson:

"Aye lassie? Was there somethin you needed?"

"Oh, it’s nothing important. Just some company if you’re willing?"

William gestured out towards the empty seat across from himself, “Be my guest, lass. I’m always open for talkin when there isn’t work to do.”

Pan knocks on the door and waits patiently. She holds the usual disguise of a younger man, hair tucked up and away beneath a hat. Though her injuries aren't hidden-- bruises on her face still linger along with a new cut across her forehead. Hands remain folded neatly behind her.

shadowofanassassin:

templar-johnson:

William opened the door to his room, greeting her with a typical smile. “Oh, well good evenin’ Pan, Is there somethin I can help you with?” He stepped back, gesturing for her to step into the room.

William had a room rented out for the night, as he was in Boston, and didn’t feel like travelling at night back to New York. 

Pan leans back and sighs. She takes another sip of the hot liquid before exhaling quietly. “The bruises will always be there, William.” The blonde sighs softly. “They’re part of the job. Even with a more civil position I’d be too bored. I’m better at what Master Haytham has me do.” She explains.

             Green eyes pause to watch the flame of the candle.

She waits until he gets a little comfortable before speaking up again. “And what of your work? How have you been, my friend?” Pan hums. She sips and leans forward in the slightest. “I hope all has been well.”

"There is plenty more for you to do for the order than to be in constant action, Pancetta. Do not forget the last time we met, you were in chains, near to be executed," William scolded her lightly, enjoying a sip of his tea with a soft sigh.

"Aye, my work has been keepin me busy as ever, lassie. The natives grow restless with every new farm poppin up on the grounds near their homes, and with every soldier who starts firin his guns. There’s more sickness to trade for, medicine that needs shippin, and thieves lookin to make off with most of it. Trade can be just as dangerous of a field as the war itself."

"Mr. Johnson?"

"Aye lassie? Was there somethin you needed?"

Pan knocks on the door and waits patiently. She holds the usual disguise of a younger man, hair tucked up and away beneath a hat. Though her injuries aren't hidden-- bruises on her face still linger along with a new cut across her forehead. Hands remain folded neatly behind her.

shadowofanassassin:

templar-johnson:

William opened the door to his room, greeting her with a typical smile. “Oh, well good evenin’ Pan, Is there somethin I can help you with?” He stepped back, gesturing for her to step into the room.

William had a room rented out for the night, as he was in Boston, and didn’t feel like travelling at night back to New York. 

Pan laughs, taking the cup gently. “I think you forget that I’ve been doing this for years, my friend.” She hums. “But I appreciate the concern.”

Walking over, she leans and dips her head in thanks. “Thank you for the tea.” Pan adds before having a seat. Green eyes scour the room, setting her hat on her knee and fixing her cloak. 

"Even so," William dips his head forward to her as she takes her seat, "A lassie should never be carryin on with the work of men. You may be good at what you do, but I do not enjoy seein you covered in bruises." He had always preferred never to have women getting into fights, more out of respect and admiration for them, than ever thinking they were weak. He had met plenty of women in his life that would prove that idea false on all accusations; Alice, for example.

The older Templar excused himself to step out of the room, taking only a minute or two to retrieve a clean cup for a second helping of tea. Once he returned, the man shut the door, and settled himself down with Pan, setting the lit candle between them. Once he could see properly, he would pour himself a cup of tea, and sweeten it up to his liking.

firefly-soldier:

templar-johnson

The red haired Irish stood idle near the market quietly, studying the way the people moved; particularly the guards and their routes considering her methods for obtaining a meal this night. She hadn’t hardly eaten and she loathed the idea of begging the Templars for food. She would not stoop to such callous and disgusting lows to survive no matter how desperate she became.

William dismounted from his horse with a small grunt, adjusting himself on the ground before turning the horse in to be tied up. It was getting to be later on in the evening, around dinner time, and the man hummed in thought as he left the hitch to find a tavern to eat. Although the food in Boston was never particularly good, he could stomach just about anything; a trait he learned from his early childhood.

The Templar paused upon noticing the redhead staring off, and a quick deduction told him that she was doing far more than simply gazing off.

”..Good evenin, lassie,” he spoke up with a smile. “I wouldn’t go into that particular tavern. The boys in there won’t let you get a word in, if it’s drink or food you’re lookin’ for.

Pan knocks on the door and waits patiently. She holds the usual disguise of a younger man, hair tucked up and away beneath a hat. Though her injuries aren't hidden-- bruises on her face still linger along with a new cut across her forehead. Hands remain folded neatly behind her.

shadowofanassassin:

templar-johnson:

William opened the door to his room, greeting her with a typical smile. “Oh, well good evenin’ Pan, Is there somethin I can help you with?” He stepped back, gesturing for her to step into the room.

William had a room rented out for the night, as he was in Boston, and didn’t feel like travelling at night back to New York. 

She nods. “Please… If love some hot tea.” Pan hums. It wasn’t something she got to have often, and what little tea leaves she had in her cabin were precious.
At his close-up observation of her face, the Templar looks down and away for a moment. “Ah…. I’ve been doing a lot of tasks for the Grandmaster. Some of which are a little more physical than others, but I’ve been trying to be more careful.” Pan explains. “But of course some situations are unavoidable.” She motions to the cut.

"The Grandmaster should be askin a lad like Thomas, not you Pancetta," he mumbled, still looking her over with a frown. After a moment the man pulled back, offering her the cup as his smile returned, "Here you go lassie. Drink this up, and I’ll be right back with another cup." He didn’t mind giving the only cup to her, as from the way she eyed it before, she really wanted it. Tea was something he could enjoy every day, as his home in New York was always well stocked.

"Why don’t you have a seat, and we’ll chat a little more with our tea, aye?"