STL: I swear to you...

"What is it now, dog!?" Robert snarled, tightly fisting Malik's hair, yanking his head back to look at his wild eyes.

"I swear to you. I am not lying." There was an ounce of truth lacing his words, his teeth clenched tightly together, cursing Altaïr to the pits of every hellish domain ever sworn to exist for throwing them into this situation. He kept contact with the Templar until he saw the smallest amount of belief in his features, another smirk marring his mouth.

Another picture for the collab between me and . She writes, and I draw. The fic is right here --->[link] and it has the links to the other pictures that go with the chapter.

And yes, I did just shamelessly use the same background 3 times in a row . I'm sorry I'm just super lazy... Got one more picture planned for this chapter, then I should be done