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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.3

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Mindshift 5/18

(Anonymous) 2011-06-08 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)
The Knight exploded into laughter, drawing the attention of everyone around. Desmond scowled. Finally, the Knight stopped laughing.

“He has killed many of our men. How can you claim to have beaten him if you are still wet behind ears?”

“There is a reason I was promoted so young.”

“Prove it. Fight me.”

The Templar Knight rose, and Desmond’s scowl deepened. “Why? Is my word not enough?”

“I find it hard to believe.” He turned to the camp. “Listen here! This man claims to have beaten the Altair Ibn-La'Ahad, when we have lost thousands of men to him! I think he should fight to prove his claim, don’t you?”

A moment of silence before a loud cheer went up through the crowd. Desmond rose and snarled. “I got this scar on my lips as proof, and soon, I will have my blade at your throat!”

There was a loud clash as the Knight’s and Desmond’s longswords met. A loud cheer went through the Crusaders, and he almost felt bad as he snarled at the Templar Knight, swirling around as he dodge a blow and striking him with the hilt on the back.

It was a short fight. A few strikes, and it was over. Desmond had one foot planted firmly on the man’s chest, and his sword at the Knight’s throat. It took every ounce of control in him not kill the man. There was a mighty cheer from the others, and Desmond jerked back. The Knight scrambled to his feet and took off his headpiece, bowing on his knee and holding it out.

“I believe you. Here: I would be honored if you would use my helmet for your safety.”

He stuck the sword in the ground and looked at it, forcing his words: “I could not endanger the safety of a brother in the Knights Templar.”

“You are of far greater worth than I, sir.”

Desmond reluctantly took the helmet when his granddad nodded for him to. “Rise. I am not that much better.”

“You underestimate yourself, good knight,” the man said as he rose. The Templar clasped a hand on his shoulder. “I am honored to fight beside a man as strong as you.”

Desmond smiled, and the two hugged briefly. He honestly felt as if he were at home. Perhaps stealing the man’s clothes in the temple was the best thing he had ever done. He grinned as the others crowded around him to ask him questions.

“Is that really how you got your scar?”

“Was he fierce?”

“Could you see his movements at all?”

“How hard did he hit?”

“How did he escape?”

Desmond laughed. They spent the rest of the evening camped outside of Acre, and he built for himself an incredible lie, but it was still easier to keep track of than back before he was kidnapped. When night rolled around, he found himself given an extra set of clothes and a full stomach. He was treated extraordinarily here. His “Granddad” was lying beside him.

“You did a good job.”

He looked at the man from his bedroll. “Thanks.”

The old man smiled. “Thank you, Desmond. For protecting me.”

He smiled. “It’s no problem, Granddad. I feel really lucky to be here.”

He fell asleep with a smile, feeling more at home than he had in a long time. He woke with the drum call early that morning. He dressed and checked on the old man before crawling out of the tent. He helped tend to the horses, bumping heads with his horse. It nickered softly and stomped at the ground. He laughed and rubbed its neck.

“Be a good girl, Belle.”

He felt a page come up beside him. “Belle?”

He looked at the page. “It’s a girl, isn’t it?”

“Well, yes, but… you’re always switching horses. Why get attached?”

Desmond smiled. “Learn to love all you can, when you can. You never know when it will be taken from you.”

The page tilted his head.

“I fell in love with a woman named Lucy. I don’t know how’s she doing, or if she’s even alive.”

The page nodded and petted his horse. “The guards are talking about creating a squad for you and your grandfather.”

“Really?”

“They are amazed by your feats, and they hope you will train them.”

He looked at the young man, watching his barely-held excitement.

“They also say you will have several apprentices accompany you.”

Desmond smirked. “Really?”

“Yes, sir.”

He grabbed the apprentice in a headlock and laughed when he yelped. The boy struggled to get out of his grip, laughing as Desmond poked his stomach.