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Shaun/Desmond: Come again (5/5)

[(Anonymous)]

As they laid next to each other, Shaun with his head on Desmond’s chest, listening to his heartbeat, he felt the illuminated patterns. They were warmer than his skin, just a bit, but noticeable so. Lifelines, scars of a very peculiar sort. Desmond put his arm around Shaun’s shoulders. The glowing pattern there ripped through the black lines already infused in his skin. These details Shaun had hardly noticed before, wrapped around and sunken in Desmond.

“I didn’t think that tattoo could look worse than it already did,” Shaun said, pulling himself up to lie beside him, propped up on an elbow.

The other man sighed. “I know you must be happy the first civ agrees with you, but I got your opinion about tribal tattoos the first three thousand times you told me,” Desmond said with a lazy grin, stretching out his arm.

Desmond had given up trying to defend his daft tattoo he’d gotten when he was sixteen pretty much rightaway, which was really the only thing Shaun could say in his favour when it came to that terrible thing. Hadn’t stopped him from a long-winded rant about branding yourself as someone who’s IQ did not exceed ambient temperature, though. Or, on the other hand, from gently tracing the lines whenever Desmond was struggling through his Animus-induced nightmares. The lines included a stylised eagle and a hidden A, but Desmond claimed he’d just let the tattoo artist run wild with it.

“They have taste in something then, if not food.” Shaun interlaced their fingers and narrowed his eyes. “It looks like the pattern on the Apple, don’t you think?”

Desmond made a small noise. “You think it might have imprinted on me? Or like... a stamp?”

“Might be. You were rather effective wielding it.” He placed their hands on Desmond’s naked stomach. “I still don’t understand how you survived.”

“Me neither.” The assassin kissed Shaun briefly and shrugged. “I did release a wizard techno ghost on you all, though. Would have been a dick move to leave you alone to deal with it.”

Shaun frowned deeply. “Wizard... wizard techno ghost.” He took a deep breath. “You know what I like about you, Desmond?” Another kiss. “You’re eloquence. You are a poet warrior come again. Surely, surely there is no better way to describe an ancient goddess among mortals who has come to destroy the race she thinks inferior animals, oh yeah. Wizard techno ghost.”

Desmond rolled his eyes. “That’s what I have you for, Professor Hastings.”

Shaun was about to find a choice answer when his phone made a noise. He looked up and found it lying next to the forgotten plate of sandwiches on the nightstand. As he handed the food to Desmond, he took a brief look at his mobile and put it away again.

“Who was that?” Desmond asked through a mouthful of bread. Shaun stole a cheese-and-salad sandwich before he settled in next to him again.

“Rebecca wrote. We should give her a call, eh?” Shaun smiled. “Your father, too.”

Desmond nodded his head. After a second of contemplation, something seemed to have come to him; he grinned. “That should be one fun conversation.”

The Brit frowned. “Why’s that?”

“You said we’d tell them all about us once the apocalypse business is done with, don’t you remember?”

Desmond pressed snug against his side. Warm and real, unconscious of how this sentence had been haunting Shaun, his fingers idly playing with the hair on Shaun’s arm

Ridiculous, Shaun thought at that moment as his fingers dug into the sandwich until it was just cheese pieces and so much crumbs in his fist and he dropped it on the blanket, utterly ridiculous. That this, of all the things Desmond had said, had done, including appearing out of the night like a vision, this hit Shaun like a punch to the face.

Shaun attempted to swallow his bite with the tears that were suddenly welling up, but both got stuck somewhere half-way. He cleared his throat and turned his head.

“Shaun?” Fingers tried to turn his head by grasping his chin, but Shaun grabbed Desmond’s wrist and pushed it down. With the other hand he pulled the man to himself and leaned his forehead against the Desmond’s head, mouth pushed against the soft hair.

“Yeah, love,” he just said hoarsely, holding him close, breathing his smell, bathing in that faint new light and reminding himself that this time it was not his overactive, desperate imagination playing tricks on him again as Desmond wrapped an arm around his middle. “Yeah, I remember.”

Re: Shaun/Desmond: Come again (5/5)

[(Anonymous)]

I never thought I could ship this pairing but... /melts/ thanks you for bringing Desmond back!

Re: Shaun/Desmond: Come again (5/5)

[(Anonymous)]

Not OP, but will proceed gross sobbing in the corner at the beauty and ultimate perfection of this fic in three,

two,

one.

*gross sobbing in the corner*

OP

[(Anonymous)]

OP is in the progress of flailing, authoranon. Thank you so much for bringing Desmond back. <3 Also, I must cuddle poor Shaun forever.