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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 4
Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.4
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Part 1
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Part 5
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Discussion
Re: Unusual Pairings
(Anonymous) 2011-12-05 04:52 pm (UTC)(link)OP
(Anonymous) 2011-12-07 12:05 am (UTC)(link)Want to rechoose?
Re: Unusual Pairings
(Anonymous) 2011-12-07 12:10 am (UTC)(link)Re: Unusual Pairings
(Anonymous) 2011-12-07 10:33 am (UTC)(link)Cesare, Malik and Rosa. I bow down to you.
Re: Unusual Pairings
(Anonymous) 2011-12-08 01:02 am (UTC)(link)Re: Unusual Pairings
(Anonymous) 2011-12-08 01:11 am (UTC)(link)Bring Me Out To Drown (1/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-12-11 10:17 am (UTC)(link)This room didn’t stink of piss poor wine and rusting metal and sweat. She breathed in, turning her head against the pillow. All right, so there was a little sweat but not so much it caught in the throat. Not so much it curled the nose. Enough to let her know she was in someone else’s bed. She knew that already, though. He was more fastidious about being clean than anyone she knew. She saw him split his water ration each day and strip. He would kneel and rub the damp cloth over himself, partially graceful born of repetition, and partially awkward as he had but one hand to work with.
He had so many scars, pale lines crossing dark skin. Why did Cesare have an Arabic man kept in such a richly furnished cell?
She thought about asking him again. The first time she had asked, he had claimed ignorance with such a bitterness she’d not the heart to pry deeper. Now, though... now she was bored of lying in his bed waiting to heal and listening to him draw.
“There has to be a reason,” she murmured, her voice rasping, her throat torn to shreds by her screams a few days before. He paused, casting her a look that might have been the less pleasant cousin of a scowl. She licked her lower lip and added, “Are you a political prisoner?”
“No,” he said curtly. She waited to see if he’d continue, but he merely glowered and she sighed.
“How long have you been here?” she asked, reasonably sure it had to be less than a year, or the man wouldn’t be so unwelcoming of distraction.
His gaze unfocused and he stared into thin air for a moment before responding. “I suppose a decade. No more.” He didn’t sound miserable about it. Or even bitter. There was a vague dullness to his tone but otherwise it was unmoved by his own predicament.
She swore. “But that would mean – you are not Cesare’s prisoner? Then... Rodrigo’s?”
He gave a shrug. “Whoever controls the Templar Order.” He turned away, back to his paper and quill.
The scratching started again and she looked at the ceiling for a few moments, trying to understand what to make of the sullen foreigner. He spoke very good Italian, his accent catching a few of the words in odd ways. She lifted her head, staring at his profile. “If you know them... do you know of the Assassins?”
His body went rigid. His head swivelled and his attention was so focused on her she felt like she would be unable to move, even to blink, until he released her. His words were a rolling storm, she couldn’t understand what he said but the tone was thick with alarm and hope. “They exist still?” he said, his impatience making it obvious he was repeating himself. “Tell me they still fight!”
“Si, si, they do. They are growing stronger. Ezio Auditore has made them strong again. They exist. They fight.”
Dark eyes shut and his heavy brow drew together, his lips twisted in something like pain. “They had said for so long that the Assassins had fallen, I had started to believe it.”
She dropped back to the bed, her strength gone. “Are you one of them?”
He nodded, once. Eyes still shut. “A long time ago. And you?”
“No. I am a thief. But we support Ezio. We want our city liberated for the Borgia.”
He snorted, not impressed by her faction’s petty goal. “My name is Malik.”
“Rosa.”
His eyes opened again, and he stared at her for a moment more. “Thank you, Rosa.”
Re: Bring Me Out To Drown (1/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-12-11 11:30 am (UTC)(link)Re: Bring Me Out To Drown (1/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-12-12 02:38 am (UTC)(link)I really enjoyed this first part, it really feels like a small snippet of a much, much bigger story just by how understated things are. The one-off mention of Rosa's wounds, the dull tone of Malik's voice; it's all so subtle.
This Anon is really looking forward to more! Good luck!
Re: Bring Me Out To Drown (1/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-12-12 05:01 am (UTC)(link)Re: Bring Me Out To Drown (1/?)
Whilst Malik was possibly a bit off as compared to the games, you have to consider that he'd been there for ten years, it's possible that the fight just... left. Of course, as another anon said, replaying the Malik missions in AC 1 will help, especially if you go back to the bureau before finding out all the information.
Hope to see more of this!