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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5
Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.5
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There will never be enough Bleeding Effect fic
(Anonymous) 2012-12-02 09:38 am (UTC)(link)Re: There will never be enough Bleeding Effect fic
(Anonymous) 2012-12-03 04:53 am (UTC)(link)Falling through the Sky (And Waking Up Completely Fine)
(Anonymous) 2012-12-22 06:09 am (UTC)(link)He can’t get away with using Eagle Vision all the time. Sometimes, in the hours where he isn’t in the Animus, Rebecca will ask him to play chess. (He hadn’t known that she played. If he had to guess, Shaun would be the one correcting him when he castled incorrectly.) Or Shaun will ask him about different things in Renaissance Italy. (It’s a relief to actually just talk about random things he’s experienced in the Animus. Like how Leonardo is a happy drunk, or winning a game of chess against Machiavelli.) And sometimes Lucy will just sit with him, a silent companion. (The halo hasn’t gone away. He doesn’t want to think about what that could mean.)
When Ezio starts to appear in the Sanctuary more often, Desmond takes to the rooftops of Monteriggioni. Even with his time limit, he’s happy to see the sky again. When Altair begins to turn up with Ezio, he knows it’s getting worse. The hallucinations speak to him occasionally. Not around him, to other people, but to him specifically. Desmond tries to ignore them. (He listens to their suggestions, however. Like how to land from a three story drop without rolling, courtesy of Altair, or how to do a flip between gaps and still land on his feet, something he’s never seen Ezio do in the Animus.)
The e-mail he reads about him screaming in his sleep makes him realize that the others have noticed his slow descent into madness. The Animus sessions have longer gaps between them, and no more than two a day. Shaun and Rebecca try and talk to him, ask him how he’s doing. Lucy has even begun to talk when they sit together. (Yes, he’s fine. No the machine they’ve continued to stick him isn’t driving him insane, can’t you tell? Sorry, was that in Italian? Why not in Arabic this time? What was the language they spoke? It sounded so familiar.)
Ezio and Altair are common presences around him these days, their faces the first things he sees when he leaves the Animus. If Rebecca notices him leaning on a man who isn’t there, she’s kind enough not to say anything. When he stumbles over to his cot he tries not to notice the glance she sends to Lucy. They couldn’t afford to coddle him anymore, he knew. They had to find the Apple, and he was so close.
(When he lays his head down Altair strokes his hair, and Ezio tells him stories from his childhood. Desmond feels safe when they stand guard like this, and when he wakes up screaming they sooth him back to sleep, Altair singing a song he once heard outside a Jewish synagogue. Once, when he was too tired and scared to think, he asked what the song was. Luckily, Rebecca had her music on loud enough for him to hear, and she spouts off some artist he’s never heard of. Altair answers after her, and he falls back to sleep.)
When he returns to his old trick of using Eagle Vision to see through his hallucinations, he’s not surprised when they look as solid as anyone else. He leaves the Sanctuary, turning his earpiece off so that Lucy and the others can’t hear what he’ll say. So that they’ll believe that he still has some remnant of sanity left, instead of being Bled through.
“I’m insane,” he confesses to his ancestors, sitting on the roof of the villa. Ezio chuckles, sitting next to him. Altair stands guard behind them.
“Who says that but you?” Ezio asks. Desmond laughs. He sounds like a broken man to his own ears.
“You’re not really here,” Desmond tells them. “Just ghosts inside my head, brought to life by the Animus. You’re not real.”
“Who is to say that we cannot be?” Altair replies. Desmond just shakes his head and rests it on Ezio’s shoulder.
When they discover where the Apple is, Altair and Ezio vanish. After leaning on them for so long, Desmond feels their absence like a wound in his side. But his nightly runs through Monteriggioni and their tutelage serve him well as he navigates to the Vault. (It all goes to shit, of course. Nothing can be easy for him. He thinks it might be a sort of recompense for running away all those years ago.)
But he perseveres. He runs through Constantinople, discovers his Synch Nexus. He learns the truth. What has to be done to save the world. And he wakes up. Rebecca and Shaun are more distant now, speaking to him only when he initiates the conversation. His father is no better, but they never talked much anyways. When he begins to relive Haytham, then Connor’s lives, his ancestors appear again. They are not alone.
(She stays out of sight, letting him get used to his insanity again. He thought he might have cured himself using the Synch Nexus. But part of him is glad to see Altair and Ezio again, and to be introduced to Connor. He missed them, in an odd sort of way.)
He confesses to his father that he knew he had to kill Lucy. (He doesn’t tell him about the gold halo, or how she was red for weeks before he killed her.) It’s not only for Bill, but for her as well. (He can see her below him, shadowing him on his climb through the ruin.) When Bill forgives him, or at least tells him that he understands, Desmond looks for her. (She’s behind him, whispering her forgiveness in his ear and asking for his. He readily gives it. They are both pawns in something beyond their control, after all.)
He expects them to vanish when he goes to Abstergo, to disappear like they had when he had gone to the Coliseum. But they follow him, staying with him as he carves a bloody swath through the building. (He knows that Altair does this for the father killed before him as a child, Ezio for his father and brothers, Connor for his mother and his father slain by his own hand.) They correct his form, telling him when someone tries to sneak up on him. (When Cross begins to rant he sees Lucy go up to him, reach her hand into his head and twist.) He leads his father out of the building, their unseen protectors telling him how many enemies were coming, and how best to use the Apple to kill them.
(That night they pile around him, Lucy cradling his head in her lap. Ezio and Altair are silent, but he can feel their satisfaction at saving a father, his father. Connor hums an old tune that Desmond remembers from around the campfires in his village. He sings the words under his breath, not caring if anyone can hear him. His job is almost done.)
And when he stands before the pedestal, it isn’t that hard to choose what he should do.
(They all agree, even Lucy, that even if they release Juno, eventually the Assassins would win. It would be a long, brutal war, but one that they had fought before. Against Genghis Khan, Altair thinks. Against the poisonous Borgia, Ezio adds. Against any who would stand against freedom, Connor agrees. And when he stands before the pedestal, they stand with him, helping him remain strong against the pain. When it stops, he looks around to see his body on the floor.)
His ancestors embrace him, welcoming him. And Lucy takes his hand as the world dissolves into white, a new beginning for them all.
Re: Falling through the Sky (And Waking Up Completely Fine)
(Anonymous) 2012-12-22 06:24 am (UTC)(link)Re: Falling through the Sky (And Waking Up Completely Fine)
(Anonymous) 2012-12-22 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)AAAAAAA MY PROMPT GOT FILLED AND IT'S SO WONDERFUL AND I LOVE YOU AND AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Re: Falling through the Sky (And Waking Up Completely Fine)
(Anonymous) 2012-12-23 05:20 am (UTC)(link)Re: Falling through the Sky (And Waking Up Completely Fine)
(Anonymous) 2012-12-23 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)Fill.... DESYNCHRONIZED
(Anonymous) 2015-01-11 04:20 pm (UTC)(link)As you probably notice english is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes >.<
I don't know if this is what OP what thinks but I hope someone like it.
You can find it here DESYNCHRONIZED (http://renki-chan.deviantart.com/art/DESYNCHRONIZED-506370716?ga_submit_new=10%253A1420992158&ga_type=edit&ga_changes=1&ga_recent=1)
or read as follow
DESYNCHRONIZED
I must it him...I must...
I have no voice anymore, his hands on my throat tighten stronger more and more, yet I am still able to breathe. Around us only smoke, the cannon balls come one after another, but to our ears their sounds are just like a distant echo. Before my eyes I only see the face of my father. Above me, he is offering me endless possibilities to hurt him, to even kill him ... he is completely uncovered, it would take only me raising my harm and pull the hidden blade out and yet ... I ...
I can not...
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH
--- DESYNCHRONIZED ---
The cry rang through all the cave at the very moment in which the Animus lost the contact, screens with the desynchronized red signal flashing everywhere. The mental wave destabilized.
Shaun and Rebecca got up from their chairs hastily approaching Desmond who he is still lying panting, sweating in the grip of verbal delirium.
«It's a bleeding effect!» cries Rebecca trying to remove the viewer from the face but Desmond continued to struggle, keeping her distant with an armful. She fell back, slamming on the bare stone of the ground.
Shaun was immediately near the girl, helping her up.
«Don't help me, help him!» She shouted angrily.
At that moment William also came, running. He was in front of the sealed door trying to analyze it when he heard his son's scream.
«What's wrong?» He asked in an alarmed tone.
«Desmond is under a bleeding effect and we can not calm him down...» said Shaun, while finally managed to pull the viewer from the boy's face.
«No, no, NO!!! I can not!» He shouted, holding his head in his hands. «He is my father, I can not! Even if he wants me to do it ...»
«DESMOND!» Shouted William sitting in front of his child.
The tone of the bigger of the Miles seemed to work. Desmond froze, suddenly opened his eyes by placing them on his father figure.
«I can not ...» he kept repeating, but now it looked more like a mantra with no sense than a real intention.
«We must try to bring him back. It seems that Connor was not so determined in wanting to kill his father» counterstand theonly woman in the group.
«Oh, but do not tell me, Rebecca, I hadn't notice ...» said Shaun ironicly, earning a glare from the young Assassin.
«It had never happened before ... at least not in this way!» she said trying to find a solution in the Animus's links.
«Connor and Desmond both have small fatherly issue, it is possible that the similarity of the situation has sparked ...»
«Shaun !!» she cried, looking up from the screen and placing them towards William. The colleague followed the gaze of his sister and bit his tongue.
«Oh excuse me Mr. Miles ..." he tried, but William did not care. He put his hands on Desmond's shoulders and brought them down along the arms of his son, he stopped halfway and gave him a jolt.
«Desmond, son, do you recognize me?»
«He wants me to kill him, even if he does not say it, even if his words say otherwise ... Haytham, my father wants me to ..."continued the boy, his eyes vacant, directed towards the face of his true parent but without, at the same time, looking really at him.
«Haytham is not your father Desmond !!» the old Miles shook his son's body again, raising the tone of his voice.
«I'm your father Desmond! Listen to my voice!»
«Rakeni, nontié:ren?»
«Oh well now let's move to the mohawk» said Shuan with a gesture of frustration.
«Shaun! Damn! Do something instead of sitting there watching!» cry the woman with a look of fire.
«What do you want me to do? Having tea with him, talking in mohwak of his family problems?»
«SHUT UP! THE BOTH OF YOU!»
William's voice thundered around the cave. The two young Assassins fell silent instantly, while the old Master lowered his head, still holding a strong grip on his son's arms.
«Please Desmond, come back ... there is nothing we can do to help you get out of a bleeding effect ... Only you can get out of it... Please... Connor and Haytham has been dead for centuries ... we are...I am... here waiting for you... »
Desmond said no more. The two Miles looked at each others, the look of the youngest still lost, dilated pupils and a lot of pain in the dark irises. Pain that was reflected in the more tired eyes of the older one.
William kept that look for a while more...
«Rak ...» tried to spell Desmond, but his father was faster than his words. Drew him to himself with a quick movement, a hug strong as he never remember having given before.
«No, not Rakeni ... that isn't your language ... Father, that is the word...I'm that piece of shit of your dad !! Desmond, damn, come back!» Shouted the old Assassin at the height of frustration. It was only his fault that his son was going through all this, he should have protected him ... He should have never fallen into the hands of Vidic, he should have never go thought all that stuff. Not his son, not ...
«Father...»
The boy's voice roused him from his thoughts. It was still weak as before, but William felt a certain firmness in that word. He pushed him away from himself and this time he saw his son's eyes look straight into his.
«Desmond - he tried - do you recognize me?"
He blinked a few times. « you're that piece of shit of my dad...» the boy said with a half smile, opening his eyes, alive again.
The old Miles let out a sigh of relief that he had not even realized he had held until then.
«You scared me, you, degenerate son!» He said, imitating the smile of the boy and giving him a gentle pat on the right shoulder.
«You scared us all Desmond!» said Rebecca standing up from his chair and approached the young Assassins in order to control his condition.
«I wasn't particularly frightened» emphasizes Shaun crossing his arms over his chest. Rebecca looked at him, then leaned down and whispered in Desmond's ear loud enough to be heard even from someone else.
«Don't listen to him ... when your father yelled I'm sure that he have peed in his pants»
«Wha...!? Rebecca!!!»
And while Shaun was just to prove the opposite, the other three began to laugh out loud, trying to forget what had just happened.
When the laughter subsided, an awkward silence stayed in the air that no one felt the need to break it. But it was also true that there was a world to save, and the clock continues to advance, careless of anyone's feelings...
«Son, I know it's hard for you ... probably, no indeed, it is definitely my fault that the story, the situation, of Connor and Haytham have bounced of you that way, - tried to articulate the old Miles, looking to Shuan sideways, thinking back to his previous comment - but we can't stop now. Connor and Haytham are already dead long ago and whatever you want to do you can't change the past ...»
Desmond nodded.
«The fact is that Connor didn't want to ...» tried to explain the boy, looking at his hands and at the hidden blade that he, too, had tied the his wrist «While I was in Connor's mind
and tried to make him move, it was as if I felt even Haytham's thoughts. I don't know if it's because I had an Animus session with him too, and then the DNA, well... I don't understand anything about these things, but ...»
He looked up at his father and two other Assassins, watching them one after another.
«Haytham wanted to be hit ... He was totally uncovered on purpose ... The reality is that he could have killed Connor if he wanted to, he could have let the Templars win at that time, but he
chose his son's life and ... »
«Desmond ...» came the voice of the young women in order to stop the flow of the boy's words. «Your father is right ... They are gone ... there's nothing you can do to Haytham or Connor. But you can do a lot for us, for all of us, for the whole world.»
The boy watched them for long. «They didn't know - he thought - that if I cross that door I'm done for it ... They do not know I'm almost certainly going to die ... but...» and his eyes start looking for his father. He saw him, still sitting in front of him, looking at the ground, one hand in a tight fist resting on his leg. That fist clenched so hard that the knuckles went white.
«You know that dad? - he asked himself - or maybe you can just only guess, maybe you too would like to uncovered yourself...?»
Desmond smiled bitterly and turned back to the girl. «You're right - he said firmly - let's finish this once and for all!»
«Son...» the voice of his father was a sigh, but his face spoke for him. Desmond smiled confidently. «I will do my part Dad, don't worry»
William nodded ... his hands still clasped in his fists.
«Well ... let's see where this medallion is then ...» said the boy, picking up the viewer, while the other two Assassins returned to their stations.
«Are you ready Desmond?» Asked Rebbecca after restoring the DNA links
«Yes.» replied the young chosen one.
«Connor, Haytham ... forgive me» this was his last thought before watching around him and see Fort George once again, the cannon balls start hissing again in his ears. At that moment, he hoped that they could be loud enough to make him unable to hear his very thoughts ...
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Oh and by the way I didn't know mohawk but from my search... «Rakeni, nontié:ren?» should means "Father, why?" I hope I'm right XD
Re: Fill.... DESYNCHRONIZED
(Anonymous) 2015-01-11 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)