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“So, how did you two meet?”
It was a question you and Shaun had been often asked. It had confused you at first, the fact that people had seemed so interested in your relationship. Assassin's got together all the time, why was your relationship any different to all of the others?
“It's because of who you both are that has everyone wanting to know the story,” Rebecca had told you when you'd mentioned it to her. “He's the arrogant, smartass historian and you're the Assassin who is well known for killing high-ranking Templars without flinching. You're an unlikely couple, you have to admit that.”
She had a point.
Whenever you and Shaun were asked how you met, he would usually respond with some smart comment that would have you hiding your laughter behind your hand. It would usually be something like 'we're in the same line of work', or 'we belong to the same book club'.
“Shaun, they mean how did we become a couple,” you'd say in response to whatever comment he'd made, shaking your head and smiling.
“Well, they should just say that then, shouldn't they?” he'd sigh, and you'd roll your eyes at him or nudge him playfully with your shoulder, saying something about how he knew full well what they meant and how he should play nice.
The inquisitive individual would then usually mumble something unrelated to change the topic before walking away, clearly embarrassed at Shaun's comments.
The question would always get you reminiscing, though, and you'd find yourself thinking back to how you and Shaun did meet, thinking about the events that had followed and that had brought you to where you were now. So you'd seek out whomever it was who had asked how you'd both met, and you'd tell them the story, fondly remembering as you did.
What you never found out was that, once you had finished and had walked away, Shaun would appear and proceed to tell them his version.
“ There's always two sides to every story. For one as excellent as this, it's only fair you should hear them both.”