asscreedkinkmeme ([personal profile] asscreedkinkmeme) wrote2011-11-16 12:25 pm
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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 4

Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.4


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(Anonymous) 2011-11-26 10:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Only after what seems like forever does a small sound break the heavy curtain – a tink tink tink as Yusuf taps his pipe against the railing, dislodging the excess ash, the tip of his hook blade hitting against the stone. With it comes the distant cries of shop-owners calling out last calls before they close their shops, the faraway drum-and-bell beat of the Romanis performing, the pitter-patter of feet as thieves ready up for their evening run.

Ezio lets out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding.

“At least I died trying,” Yusuf comments, sounding unabashedly proud of his dream self. “Even in your dreams, I have some mettle, eh?”

The smile Ezio gives him this time is indulgent. “If I must be honest, I would rather have no one dying in my dreams.” It happens when he is awake too much already.

“Sometimes it may happen. Someday, it will happen, even to us. We, of all people, know what mortality is.” Yusuf looks across his hometown, this wonderful ever-changing city, at the hundreds of lives that both begin and end here, and Ezio knows he thinks that he should be so lucky if he is one of them. Though Yusuf is grinning, his words are sober. “And should it happen sooner than either of us may think, we should only consider one thing.”

A dramatic pause.

Ezio sighs, playing into his friend's enjoyment of the talk, sometimes theatrical, and prompts, “Which is?”

Yusuf beams. “Have you any regrets, Ezio? We all wish we had more time, that we could have done more, yes, but do you have any that, at this point in time, that can be changed? Any that are not past the extent of our reach?” He throws an arm into the air, a powerful motion that seems to encompass the earth, the sky, the stars all at once.

“Because I do not. Right now, right here, there is nothing that I would change at this moment, and I am perfectly content to be sitting here, at the top of this mosque, sitting and smoking with you – my friend.” Yusuf smiles, showing teeth, and leans in conspiratorially, cupping a hand over his mouth. “It is a blessing, you know. There are not that many who sit down at the table and can really think of the man beside them as a friend.”

Ezio stares at him, but Yusuf has never needed a reaction to make his punchline and he simply leans back with a laugh, leaning one elbow on his knee as he takes another drag at his pipe, long and slow and relaxed. This particular posture hunches him over, almost uncannily unlike the image that haunts Ezio's dreams, except Yusuf's body is relaxed with comfortableness rather than death.

The night is growing dark and hazy. Even with his Vision, the darkness casts a shadowy blur over everything, like the spidery veil that exists solely in dreams. The stars don't shine brightly enough for this. It makes Yusuf's hair seem darker, no longer white at the roots where it meets his tanned, dark skin. It makes him seem younger, brushing away the shadows of crow's feet wrinkles and creases in his forehead. It makes his robes blotchy and dark where the shadow of the mosque's intricate architecture falls over them, and for a second, a particularly dark patch on his back looks like the stain of blood as it seeps from the hole beside his spine.

“Yusuf,” Ezio calls, urgently.