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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a conversation (3/3)

(Anonymous) 2011-11-26 10:04 pm (UTC)(link)
“In this dream,” Yusuf interrupts, looking straight at him now. His eyes are dull without starlight, but his expression is, has always been, kind. He doesn't straighten from his hunch and he doesn't pull whatever it is that is casting an odd, occasional metal glint from behind him – the hilt of his Kijil, perhaps, where the end extends into a curved crescent. (How does he know that? Such an intricate detail?) “Does it end there?” Yusuf asks. “Or does it go on? What happens after my death? Do you save Sofia? Do you marry her? Are you happy?”

“But we are married already,” Ezio protests. “You called her my wife.”

“Then you must be happy,” Yusuf presses. “You were always so protective when you spoke of her.”

Ezio swallows down something bitter; it clogs in his throat. “This dream I keep on having...”

“There is no use in having it, arkadaşim. We are men with no regrets worth changing,” Yusuf reminds, suddenly far away on the railing, like he has moved ten feet from one word to the next. That is impossible – the mosque is only so wide, the railing only so long, and neither of them have budged an inch, but Yusuf's voice carries on the wind like an echo, like they might as well have been shouting across chasms, like something old and gone and dream-like.

Yusuf then yawns, a movement Ezio can see clearly despite the distance between them. “I am tired,” he admits. “I have earned my rest, don't you think? It is about time we return.”

Ezio finds himself shaking his head, staring hard through the darkness at Yusuf's face, trying to see every detail, now hard to discern. There was no need for it before; he could have just turned and looked at the other assassin's face, but now it seems like a great effort, a challenge, like peering at an old memory. “Not yet,” Ezio answers nonetheless, trying to use his Vision and reverting back to regular sight when that only leaves Yusuf's face as a smudge of blue. “Not yet, for me. I think...I will stay here a little longer.”

Sofia is waiting for him, he reminds himself. (So shouldn't he go?)

Yusuf laughs, barely a whisper now. “Then I will see you when you are tired enough to rest as well, my friend,” he agrees amiably, pulling himself to his feet. Ezio calls out to him, but he doesn't seem to hear, balancing easily on the railing, untroubled by the strong gusts, looking free and unfettered like a bird. He bounces once or twice on the toes of his boots, spreads his arms, and jumps the Leap of Faith without hesitation. Ezio watches him careen downwards, flipping once in the air so that his back will hit the hay. His eyes are closed, his head tilted up, and the moment Yusuf makes contact, far, far away-

Ezio wakes up.

Re: a conversation (3/3)

(Anonymous) 2011-11-27 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
Not the OP, but I thank you for this all the same. This was an amazing tribute and beautifully written.

Re: a conversation (3/3)

(Anonymous) 2011-11-27 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
Not OP or anything, but this made me shed a few tears. So beautiful and poignant.

typo fix

(Anonymous) 2011-11-27 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
*uncannily not unlike

Great approval from the Cleared!Anon

(Anonymous) 2011-11-27 09:39 am (UTC)(link)
All that, yet so much meaning in the simplest of three-word phrases at the very end that turns the entire story on its head.

Re: a conversation (3/3)

(Anonymous) 2011-11-29 08:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Dear writer anon

OP anon here, with just one big question;

How do I get my first born to you? This is EXACTLY what I wanted/needed!

Re: a conversation (3/3)

(Anonymous) 2011-12-02 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
This is amazing. Thanks, anon, for sharing this incredibly well-crafted story, it had me tear up all the way till the end and that part about Yusuf's headband reducing itself to threads was just the perfect metaphor for everything to come and ohhhh God, I'm about to cry again, so lemme just say thank you again. <3333

Re: a conversation (3/3)

(Anonymous) 2011-12-17 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
I just finished the game, came here looking for some consolation fic and you delivered, anon. Beautifully, too. Thank you!

Re: a conversation (3/3)

(Anonymous) 2011-12-31 08:40 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, that broke my heart and healed it all at once. Lovely story, and a wonderful balm to ease the ache of Yusuf's swift end. I can see him running off into the afterlife, jumping from roof to roof and laughing, same as Ezio did... (: