To Start Anew

[madimpossibledreamer]

This follows off of previous installments and references the events of Gone though you don't have to read that one to understand this one.

Main Points:
Assassin's Creed Syndicate
Summary: Evie extends an olive branch to her twin.
Word Count: 600
Rating: Teen

         “Jacob, you might be overlooking something,” Evie states dryly, and gets one of the warning wolf’s grins in response.
         “And what would that be, Evie darling?” he asks, voice sickeningly sweet.
         She sighs.  The conversation is not going to be easy, but London is almost tearing them apart more than Father did, and she hates that idea more than even the Templars.  “Your Rooks were a good idea,” she responds grudgingly, to start.
         She’d expected Jacob to start crowing about her admission, but instead is met with absolute silence, and finally glances up to see him staring at her, jaw wide open, for once at a loss for words.
         “You’re following the plot of one of your penny dreadfuls, though.  Yes, the Templars need to be dealt with, but we can do so much more to help the people of London.”  Her tone is as gentle as she can manage, but he’s still stiffened, grown defensive.  They really have regressed, haven’t they?
         “Like what?” he challenges, fists clenching, ready for a fight.
         “Like distributing food for the starving,” she suggests, and all at once he deflates.
         “You would lead with that, wouldn’t you?” he asks, but his voice is resigned, exhausted.
         “Yes, because I know how to get you to listen, even if it’s a skill I’ve somehow forgotten.”  They’re both at fault, here, and they’re both prideful enough if they keep waiting for the other to make the first move, they’ll be waiting forever.
         Jacob grabs a chair and pulls it over, sitting in it backwards.  “Well, you’ve accomplished your goal.  What else did you have in mind?”
         Honestly, she wasn’t sure she’d get this far.  “…Blankets?” she suggests, sounding even less certain than she’d intended.
         He laughs shortly at her, and she bristles, but it’s not meant to hurt and she knows that.  “Well, I’m shocked.  For once, the Great Planner doesn’t have a plan.”
         “I want to work on it with you.  We do need to defeat Templars and prevent them from gaining Pieces of Eden, but we shouldn’t forget we’re here to make the lives of the people better.”  From the fond grin on his face, he’s gone from restless to content, and it’s a nice change, particularly when it means the teasing will be at a minimum.  She decides to be completely honest.  “We have the opportunity to make the Rooks better than the Brotherhood.  I want to be part of it.  Most Assassins don’t think too hard about the consequences of their actions.  I act like you’re the only one, but—” she sighs, reaching out to take her twin’s twitching hand—he really is attempting to stay put, which is more than he’s done in months.  “Well, Father didn’t, did he?  Never mind some of the others.”
         Jacob breathes out deeply.  “You’ll not find me disagreeing.”  He eases his fingers into hers.  “It’d be nice to have something to collaborate on, given we have so much else to argue about.”
         She matches his smile, and it’s then that Mr. Green walks in.  He glances between the two of them and looks vaguely worried.
         “Is there…anything I should be aware of?” he asks hesitantly, and Jacob gets up, slapping him on the back.
         “Nothing for you to worry your head about, Greenie.”  He places his hands in his pockets and walks to the next car whistling.
         Mr. Green turns to her, and she just shakes her head, smiling fondly.  Watch out, London.  We’ll make you better.  The Frye Twins may accomplish quite a lot separately, but when we’re together, there’s nothing we can’t achieve.