Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed [Fills]

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Adopted 10/??

[(Anonymous)]

He slept and dreamed. Because the alternative was pain and hunger, fear and desperation. He wanted to hide, he wanted to just be left alone, didn’t want the responsibilities anymore, didn’t want the pain. More and more though, the reality outside his mind intruded on the happy dreams, built on the loss that never truly left him.

He shied away from those dreams, not wanting to see those that were most important to him falling to their death, with him unable to prevent it. The dreams twisted to him losing everyone he cared about, and he was unable to remember which was the nightmare and which was the truth.

He began to lock down everything, running from both dream and memory, taking refuge in the darkness. Nothing could hurt him there, and he didn’t want to risk leaving the safety of that darkness for anything.

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Leonardo stared down at Ezio. The assassin was awake, lying still on the tiny bed, but not looking at anything. Those golden eyes were unfocused, and the artist feared that his friend would never fully wake up anymore. Alcina was under the table, twining herself around his ankles and giving him frustrated noises and looks. He’d kept taking her off the workbench, as she’d merely made a nuisance of herself and got in the way as he changed Ezio’s bandages.

The last few days had been touch and go. Leonardo had cleaned the wounds as best he could, stitching them up with the finest thread he could lay his hands on, and bound them to prevent more infection. Ezio had whimpered through the treatment, fever growing so high that Leonardo feared the worst. But after managing to get water and some broth into the injured assassin, Ezio had begun to recover. The fever eventually broke, and that was one worry gone.

Alcina had made use of that the time while he fussed over Ezio to relocate her kittens again. Leonardo despaired at ever being the sole owner of his workshop again. On the first night, the artist had woken up to a kitten staring at him, perched on his chest. He’d almost knocked the poor thing off of the bed as he sat up. He’d been forced to make them a bed, taking the feathers from the basket Ezio had fallen asleep in days previously, and made a pillow with scrap cloth. He reused the large basket and placed it in a corner of the workshop. Alcina then took it from there and firmly placed her kittens inside the bed, though they crawled right back out once she left them.

Alcina was obviously intending to keep her litter here if she couldn’t take Ezio away. Leonardo wondered if he could live up to the trust the cat had with him. Clearly she wanted him to heal her adopted “kitten,” but now, with Ezio not truly there, Leonardo wondered what he could do. The artist buried his face in his hands, struggling to regain control. His friend was still hurt, and he could only hope that with the body healing, so would the mind.

A thump reverberated through the table, and he dropped his hands to see Alcina climbing up onto the cluttered surface. The inventor made to grab her again, but she hissed at him, swiftly picking her way through the mess of medicine and gauze. Leonardo reached for her again, worried that the cat would do something to hurt Ezio accidentally. The cat gave him disgusted look, as if she could hear the thoughts babbling through his head, and curled herself protectively around the bed and Ezio. Leonardo watched as she began to purr, settling her head close to the tiny assassin.

“Ah. You just want to make sure he’s fine, don’t you?” Leonardo murmured, reaching a hand out and gently petting the overprotective calico’s head. “Forgive me, little one. I know you’re as worried as I am.”

Alcina merely gave him another glare, and swept her tongue across Ezio’s ear.