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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 6
Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.6
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Against Time | 2/?
(Anonymous) 2013-11-11 12:25 am (UTC)(link)---
He was no Rebecca, or even Shaun, but Desmond was perfectly capable of coming up with a few theories about what was happening on his own.
Well, 'few' theories... one, really. In the Animus, they jumped from memory to memory, using the ones that required less synchronization to get to the ones that require more. At this point, Desmond was fairly sure that whatever this was, it had to do with all the memories in between.
Honestly, it was something of a comfort, having Ezio in his head when he desynchronized on Connor's memories for the umpteenth time.
It turned out that having a head with two people's minds at work made it really hard to access a third. How Clay did it, Desmond had no idea, but it definitely explained the insanity.
Rebecca kept muttering about how the Animus itself was fine, but the second they put Desmond in it they started getting really weird readings. Dad looked about ready to blow a gasket at all the delays.
Shaun just kept staring at him, like he knew something was going on but thought the best way to get Desmond to spill was constant disapproving eye contact.
The only time Desmond could really synchronize correctly were those few hours when Ezio would sleep. Whatever memories his mind was plugged into seemed to play out in real time, so for a while there would just be stillness, a slight sense of warmth and comfort, and the smell of Leonardo's workshop (wet paint and wood). Occasionally, there'd be the impression of a dream, but it was mostly quiet.
So the second Ezio was out, Desmond was in the Animus. It didn't last as long as it needed to, his progress through Connor's memories was positively glacial, but the second Ezio started to come around it was like someone was driving a railway spike through Desmond's head.
When he came out of the Animus those times, blinking rapidly, gritting his teeth so hard his jaw hurt, Shaun cranked the disapproving stare up to eleven and Desmond had to fight the urge to flip him off.
This session was lasting longer than the others. At least, it felt that way and Desmond would take what he could get. He could tell when Ezio started to come around, but he was so close to finishing this memory, he ignored the pain as best he could and kept going.
It turned out to be a mistake.
---
Ezio had tried to put the dreams out of his mind, he truly had.
Leonardo was right, there was nothing that could be done, not without tampering with the Apple, which was not something to be done lightly.
Ignoring it was an easy thing to say, but in practice it was near impossible. Not when he would close his eyes and simply watch as that young man was restrained and tormented.
He wasn't sure why he was being forced to watch this, but wanted nothing more than to end it. Too much of his family had faced hardship, it went against his nature to allow it to continue.
Then came the day that the pain he felt for the young man did not end when he woke.
At first he didn't understand what was happening, the sight of the inside of Leonardo's workshop had never been accompanied by such pain before. It was driving through his head, disrupting his thoughts so much it was a hardship to even remember to breathe.
He cast his eyes about desperately and saw the glow of the Apple, shining brightly through the cracks of the chest it was locked away in.
"Ezio," there was a faint clatter from across the room, "Ezio, what is wrong??"
"Mi dispace, Leonardo," Ezio managed over his labored breathing, groping for the chest and throwing it open, "I cannot leave him there."
The Apple felt warm in his hand and suddenly it did not matter that he didn't know how to use it. It leeched away his desperation and fed him power in return.
The workshop filled with light.
---
Shaun nearly fell off the bridge when Desmond screamed.
Normally, he'd have been camped out next to the Animus whenever a session was going on, especially after Desmond had that seizure, but this session had been going so well that he went to test one of his hypotheses about the temple door.
Clearly, he'd overestimated their good fortune.
And the sounds Desmond was making, it was like he was being slowly murdered, which meant a hell of a lot given how high his pain tolerance was.
So Shaun ran, snapping his legs out to their full length as he sprinted across the bridge toward the Animus.
"Get him out of there!" William was shouting, holding Desmond down on the Animus with difficulty as his son tried to arch away.
"I'm trying!" Rebecca shouted back, fingers flying across her keyboard, "It's not working, it's like the program's frozen. It shouldn't be able to do that!"
Glowing blue lines sprang into existence all around them, snaking across the temple floor and converging on the Animus.
The Animus started to glow golden. Rebecca yelped as her keyboard sparked and burned her, William shouted in surprise as he was flung away from the machine.
Shaun skidded to a halt, reflexively covering his face against the bright light enveloping Desmond and, by extension, the Animus. He tried to press forward, squinting through the light just enough to see the familiar silhouette of a hooded man made entirely of light reaching out to touch Desmond's face.
The light flashed one more time, so brightly he was sure for a moment that he'd been blinded, then dissipated.
The temple was still, dark, and quiet once more. But the Animus was empty.
Deep inside the temple, they heard Juno scream.
---
When the light beyond his eyelids finally darkened, Leonardo risked opening his eyes.
Ezio was unconscious, but the rise and fall of his chest was, thankfully, easy to spot. The most shocking thing was that there was a second man, a younger one garbed in strange clothes, sprawled across the bed and Ezio's legs.
The second man was also unconscious, uneven breath rasping through scarred lips that matched Ezio's. His head and shoulders were in Ezio's lap, his fingers grasping weakly at Ezio's shirt while the Assassin's left arm was curled securely around the young man's back, keeping him close.
In Ezio's right hand was the Apple, darkened now. Leonardo carefully plucked it out of the his friend's grasp, returning it to the chest and closing it firmly. After a moment, he also pushed it under a nearby table and piled half-finished projects around it before turning back to his guests.
The resemblance was clear, the young man was certainly related to Ezio. And even from where he stood, Leonardo could see he was feverish, probably ill. He needed treatment.
"Che Dio ci aiuti," he whispered under his breath, going to fetch medical supplies.
---
Updates are going to slow down during the week, as I have school and work, but I will try to get at least one more part up before next weekend!
Re: Against Time | 2/?
(Anonymous) 2013-11-11 01:10 am (UTC)(link)[OP is currently incoherent. Please check again later.]
Re: Against Time | 2/?
(Anonymous) 2013-11-11 01:54 am (UTC)(link)Re: Against Time | 2/?
(Anonymous) 2013-11-11 02:14 am (UTC)(link)*is greedy and unashamed*
Re: Against Time | 2/?
(Anonymous) 2013-11-11 03:21 am (UTC)(link)why must there be only two parts
i love it so much
but if you have stuff going on in real life then its fine, but please update when you have the time and motivation!
Re: Against Time | 2/?
(Anonymous) 2013-11-11 05:16 am (UTC)(link)Re: Against Time | 2/?
(Anonymous) 2013-11-11 05:14 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Against Time | 2/?
(Anonymous) 2013-11-11 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)Keep going, Anon! I'm here in love with this fic!