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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.3

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Mindshift 17/18

(Anonymous) 2011-06-08 07:14 pm (UTC)(link)
“Why is he speaking Arabic? What the Hell has the Apple done?”

He looked at Rikkin, who was messing with the Apple. When he touched it, it pulsed with energy, and Desmond struggled violently against the binds. He could feel the throb in his bones. Alan continued to play with it, and the energy pulsing through the room got stronger and more rapid until Desmond cried out in pain from the energy. The other pieces were joining in and causing such a painful humming in veins he felt that he might die. He cried out again, thrashing against the binds and curling in on himself.

“Can you feel the energy? Is it the god beast we heard about? Tell me, Desmond—is it calling you?”

That was the last thing he remembered.

When he woke, he jolted up and shoved the covers off the medical bed, running out of the door and into the hallways of Masyaf. He pushed people out of the way, listening to several people yell from behind him. He ran recklessly through the hallways, out the doors, and into the courtyard. Assassin novices were training there. He ran over to the ladder to the tower and climbed up, and up, and up, until he reached the leap of faith—his first one—and looked out over the land.

He didn’t know how long he’d been out cold, but Desmond still felt the pieces within him like a drug. He looked out at the bustling little town: it’s a modern town—it had been built back up. There were people walking back and forth, and he watched them move about. He felt it bubble in the back of his throat, and he threw his head back, screeching like an eagle into the breeze. It was loud and clear, and it felt good. He heard an eagle’s call in return and a third. He stopped and looked again at the town. The people had stopped moving, looking at the man on the leap of faith. He screeched again, and he heard a chorus of three return calls.
He felt a hand on his shoulder.

“These lands are ours.”

He looked to see the older Ezio smiling softly at him.

“They will not fall so long as the eagle watches.”

He turned to the other side to see Altair, with his hood down, looking out over the land.

“They are yours, now.”

He grinned as he looked over the lands of Masyaf. They felt right. “I won’t let you down.”

“The eagles of Masyaf have returned.”

The breeze nipped at his underclothes as he stood with his ancestors on the wooden platform and watched the bustling activity of their lands. He felt powerful, standing there, the hum of the pieces of Eden thrumming in his blood. Everything felt right as he watched, and he felt like an eagle in its roost.

“Desmond?”

He turned, and Ezio and Altair were gone. The blonde woman stood there, watching worriedly with several others. He smiled warmly.

“Desmond, do you understand me? Nod.”

He did so, turning back to watch his lands. He sat on the platform and let one leg dangle from the edge. He felt his ancestors within his bloodline, and he was proud to have come from such a line.

“Can you speak English?”

“Yes.”

“What languages do you speak?”

“Italian, Arabic. A little Spanish. Some English. French. Sit by me.”

“I would feel better if you came off there.”

He patted his lap. “You won’t fall.”

“Desmond…” He eventually heard her walk over and sit next to him warily.
“Do you even remember me?”

“No, but I know that I love you, and every time I see you, my body aches for you.”

She was silent, and Desmond dared to place a hand on her leg as she sat next to him. He breathed deep of the mountain air.

“Masyaf is a beautiful place.”

She nodded, and he raised an eyebrow. Feeling bolder than ever, he pushed her back against the platform and kissed her deeply, humming at how good it felt. When she pushed against his chest, he was reluctant to go with the motion, but he was glad to see she wasn’t objecting to the kiss.

“Desmond, do you even remember me?”

“My brain doesn’t, but my body does. I feel like I should know you, and when I think about it, it hurts here.”

He bumped a knuckle against her heart, and she frowned. He nuzzled against her neck, kissing the smooth skin there. She smelled like Heaven.

“It’s me, Lucy Stillman. I rescued you from Abstergo Industries.”

He hummed complacently, still kissing her neck. “Really?”

“Yes, and we—st-stop that!”