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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 4
Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.4
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Wrong Life, Wrong Body 2 [2/2]
(Anonymous) 2012-05-10 07:39 pm (UTC)(link)“Yes… you will sing… like a bird in a gilded cage. Sing… you fucking mother-fucking… cunt-bag erne… Sing! Bastard.”
He blinked. He had no idea what Shaun was talking about, but the tightening of his fists in his jacket and the near snarl on his face told him it wasn’t good.
“Shaun?” he murmured, and immediately, the man relaxed.
“Ah… good birdie. Beautiful birdie. Keep singing.”
Desmond frowned, thinking perhaps it was just a coincidence. “Shaun, you need to wake up.”
“Excellent. Now just keep… singing.”
No, Shaun was definitely talking to him. He frowned. Of course Shaun would be a bastard enough to tease him. Still, when he heard Shaun whine for him to keep singing, he scowled and started with a lullaby he had often heard Malik sing to Altair. The man asleep on his chest seemed to relaxed with his… warbling, he supposed. He wouldn’t call his voice beautiful, and he would hardly call it singing, but warbling seemed to fit. Thankfully, he stared at the ceiling because Lucy and Rebecca were asleep. Finally, Shaun began to stir, and he watched as the man blinked, looking around before resting his arm on his chest and looking at him, his eyes squinted.
“Desmond?”
And he knew his eyes widened as he felt his entire body react to the way Shaun’s voice sounded. He liked the groggy sound, the way he could still hear him trying to work through everything.
“Yeah?”
Shaun blinked at him again, and he smirked. Messy hair looked good on him. “Why are you in my sleeping bag?”
He snorted. “I’m not. You’re in my bed.”
He watched the man look around, half-awake. “No wonder it was so much more comfortable than mine. I’m in the nest that the mamma bird has made.”
“It’s not a nest.”
“It is, too, and you can’t win this, eaglet 17-M, because I have the polly-walped mamma bird on my side, so just shut up.”
Desmond wheezed as Shaun’s head collided with his chest, and he felt one arm rest across his stomach as if he were a stuffed bear. He bit his lip when Shaun snuggled close.
“My birdie,” he yawned, “just mine. Aaaaaaaaall mine.”
He felt so utterly confused. If this was how Shaun acted still half-asleep, then it was no wonder all his words made so much sense in real time: he got all his stupid out now. He lay there and let the man cuddle with him, noticing how pleasant it felt to have a slow morning after sleeping well. When Lucy and Rebecca woke up, he was even more surprised to hear—after closing his eyes to look as if he were still sleeping—that Lucy decided it would be best just to let them lay there until they woke, and then they would take time to eat breakfast before stuffing him into the Animus. He waited until he felt Shaun stir, and when he felt the man get up, he yawned and stretched, rolling on his stomach in the nest and watching him.
“So, I’m all yours now?”
Shaun paused, midstep, and Rebecca choked on a laugh as Lucy stared at them. He grinned like a shit as Shaun turned around and narrowed his eyes.
“What are you on about?” the man hissed.
Desmond’s grin grew. “You said, ‘My birdie, just mine. Aaaaaaaaall mine.’ You said it this morning, as a matter of fact, after commanding me to sing for you and before calling me eaglet 17-M and telling me to shut up because you had the polly-something momma bird.”
Shaun was regarding him carefully for a moment before that look turned into something utterly dark, and he couldn’t help but keep grinning.
“You’re joshing me. I haven’t talked in my sleep since primary school.”
“You really think I would come up with shit like that?”
“Yes.”
Desmond rolled his eyes. “Whatever. You’re just embarrassed.”
“Yes, I’m embarrassed for your pitiful sake, Miles.”
He scoffed and flipped back over, lying in the bed and thinking about how to record those ramblings. He could hear the man start some tea to drink, and there was silence for just a minute before he heard Lucy clear her throat.
“So what was so entertaining last night you had to wake us with your laughter?”
Desmond stiffened. It wasn’t something he was sure he wanted to share with the girls. Not yet, not until he had fully come to grips with it—and perhaps asked Shaun for a few more head rubs. He could hear Altair laugh just to his side, and he swallowed.
“As a matter fact, Lucy,” Shaun began, “in speaking of ridiculous things, did you know that Desmond is actually part bird?”
He closed his eyes as he waited for their reaction.
“Because, you see, Altair was actually an eagle that Al Mualim, I would assume, had the gall to pull from the skies and turn into a human. Fascinating, hm? It certainly explains Desmond’s utterly bizarre behaviors.”
There was silence a time more before Rebecca blurted, “No fucking way!”
“That’s what we thought, too, at first, as Desmond relived the memory and discovered that Altair traveled to Masyaf with an eagle. We both thought that he was just taking the whole eagle thing a wee bit too far, as Desmond reported he felt depressed and horny, but no, the whole thing was true, as allegedly, the eagle companion was actually his mate! Terrible injustice, but Desmond’s idiocy comes directly from Altair’s lineage and the feather-minded birdbrain that he had.”
There was more silence, until Shaun called him over for breakfast, and he didn’t bother to make eye contact with anyone. They all sat at Lucy’s desk, some semblance of a family in the terrible conditions they were forced into. Nevertheless, as he finished his own breakfast, he tried ended up scavenging food from the others’ plates, still hungry, until Shaun caught him and smacked his hand with the fork. Desmond hissed as he drew his hand back, and he glared at him.
“You know, that is entirely un-eagle like to steal food from another’s plate. You ought to go catch your own.”
“Fuck off, Shaun,” he growled as he swiped the man’s last bite of French toast and ate it with gusto.
“How disappointing. I had hoped you would embrace that eagle side of you.”
“What, so you can ridicule me more?”
“I can ridicule you enough, regardless.”
Altair appeared beside Rebecca’s shoulder, pointing to her sausage link, and Desmond’s lip twitched before his hand shot out. He heard the hidden blade whizzing out before he could stop it, but when he was eating the sausage off the weapon, he decided he didn’t care because the sausage was incredible. He didn’t notice the looks the others gave him, and he didn’t care, either, because he had just one-upped them—and the reward was so worth it. He wiped his mouth on his sleeve as he burped and rose, dropping his plate in the washing bin.
And thankfully, he knew whatever discussion of his bird lineage was had, was had during the time he was out cold in the Animus.
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oh, my, I hadn't even realized how long it had been since I updated. Stupid allergies. Stop plaguing me.
Re: Wrong Life, Wrong Body 2 [2/2]
(Anonymous) 2012-05-10 09:10 pm (UTC)(link)OP is overjoyed and thinks this is beautiful.
Please tell me there is more. Please. It's so great.
Re: Wrong Life, Wrong Body 2 [2/2]
(Anonymous) 2012-05-10 09:35 pm (UTC)(link)LOL. I'm glad you liked the sleep talking. I made so many references to different blogs in there. ~.^
Re: Wrong Life, Wrong Body 2 [2/2]
(Anonymous) 2012-05-11 12:02 am (UTC)(link)Oh, god, I wonder what'll happen if Desmond has to relive Abbas killing Altair's mate. That'd suck...
Re: Wrong Life, Wrong Body 2 [2/2]
(Anonymous) 2012-05-11 07:15 am (UTC)(link)Don't worry Des, I'm sure you'll find your bird heritage useful! And Shaun will be there to give you head skritches and pets. (Out of curiosity, writeanon, are you gonna turn Des into a bird? I saw someone mention it up in the earlier comments and think it'd be an interesting twist/parallel to Altair's experiences.)