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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5
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Shaun/Des Minifill
(Anonymous) 2012-11-05 09:50 am (UTC)(link)It didn't have the decency to be different. The only changes were that now instead of a massive global conspiracy, they were fighting a massive global conspiracy and a mad omniscient ancient alien woman. The same cave, the same low hum of alien machinery and tap of typing that only made the silence louder, only now there wasn't the echoed sound of Desmond climbing through the alcoves, and he couldn't stop himself from listening. The same columns with the silvery patterns that looked almost like circuitry, only now no one was going to yank him behind one to steal a kiss.
The space at the end of the cave was open now. The door was gone. Shaun didn't know if the room behind it was the same. He hadn't gone back.
There was too much to do. They all had to keep hunting through their networks and everything they could access of Abstergo's, trying to find some hint of what Juno was up to. She'd just disappeared, but she had to be somewhere. There were still too few of them and too much work, dozens of leads to follow and communications to decode, even when he wasn't losing time because some idiot was emailing him gibberish. The pressure of saving the world again should have been enough to make him stop thinking about how he'd really believed that after it was all over the biggest problem would be how to tell Bill.
Shaun didn't know how long his fingers brushed over the keys as he stared at the screen and saw everything he didn't want to face.
Like that none of their battles and their lives had ever meant anything more than the shuffle of a pawn on some alien's chessboard. That ongoing theme in 16's - no, Clay's - puzzles. But in real life there was no breaking the rules and moving off the board.
("We're going to have to sooner or later."
Desmond snorted. "What would he care?"
"You'd be surprised."
Slipping his hands under Shaun's shirt. "He barely cared I got kidnapped by Templars, why would he care I have a boyfriend?"
Ignoring the indefensibly soppy degree to which he liked the sound of that. "You'll see once I'm stabbed in the solar plexus. Always knew my last words would be 'I told you so.'")
It would never happen. They'd never get to settle down to their bizarre, mad version of a normal life. There would never be the celebration of a saved world or late nights talking or fights over stupid things. He'd never be Desmond's boyfriend, that smarmy British jackass, yeah I don't get it either. They'd never argue about choosing movies and he'd never bemoan Desmond's terrible taste or have him fall asleep halfway through and drool on his shoulder. He'd never get to see his features get old and kind, and laugh at the silly greying beard or admit that it actually didn't look half bad on him. There was so much in that vision of the future he'd never get to make fun of him for, like asking if a tenet of his religion would be that everyone had to get terrible tattoos as a teenager, or pointing out that founding one based on Desmond would mean listening to him, and that would be the first mistake.
And all it came down to was that he was gone and it wasn't fair.
What was on Shaun's screen was another email. He was on his way to the delete key when in the midst of the nonsense he saw words.
clay its not working
Shaun held very, very still.
The sound behind him was not footsteps, but a kind of static shimmer.
"Never mind. I guess it is."
Shaun turned around.
"Oh," he breathed. "Oh, you absolute unbelievable bastard."
"Hey," Desmond said, grinning as his image flickered into place. "Miss me?"
Re: Shaun/Des Minifill
(Anonymous) 2012-11-05 11:25 am (UTC)(link)I LOVE YOU, PRECIOUS ANON
It was just the right combination of sappy and painful (and bringing up Clay is guaranteed to make me adore something, the moving off the board reference was glorious) and THE CHURCH OF DESMOND TENETS and then he appeared at the end the perfect bastard. Ugh, let me love you. Let me.
^ promptanon
(Anonymous) 2012-11-05 11:48 am (UTC)(link)Re: ^ promptanon
(Anonymous) 2012-11-05 12:05 pm (UTC)(link)What I mean to say is, thank you! :D
Re: ^ promptanon
(Anonymous) 2012-11-05 12:55 pm (UTC)(link)(I'm actually upset that I can't get back to read Juno's emails now that I've finished the game. I missed Clay (and latched my heart to every minor mention of him), but I liked the poetry in hers. And the hatemail she sent to Shaun. Gotta replay the storyline and finish just before the end of Sequence 12 UGH.)
Re: Shaun/Des Minifill
(Anonymous) 2012-11-05 11:36 am (UTC)(link)Re: Shaun/Des Minifill
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(Anonymous) 2012-11-05 02:48 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Shaun/Des Minifill
(Anonymous) 2012-11-18 02:22 am (UTC)(link)This was lovely, author!anon. Bittersweet but a much better conclusion than the game gave us. As much as it makes my heart ache, I know it's in a good way.
Re: Shaun/Des Minifill
That is all.