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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 6
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Against Time | 3/?
(Anonymous) 2013-11-12 05:52 am (UTC)(link)---
Desmond was about ninety-five percent sure he was dead, or at least working on getting there.
Because his head was throbbing and hot, but he was also in a bed covered by warm blankets and it didn't smell like a hospital. It smelled like Leonardo's workshop, so clearly that wasn't right.
God, when was the last time he'd been in a bed?
He struggled to focus his senses when all he wanted to do was sink deeper into the pillows (yeah, pillows, as in more than one) and go back to sleep until his head stopped hurting. It had been drilled into him pretty much since birth that if you don't know where you are and make no effort to find out, you deserve whatever happens to you.
Opening his eyes was a bit beyond his current capabilities, or so he thought until something cool was draped across his forehead and he jumped badly.
"Ah, mi dispace."
This wasn't a memory he'd ever seen before. Grimacing, he forced his eyes open and tried to make the image swimming in front of his eyes solidify through sheer willpower. Eventually, it did- into a man with sandy hair, light eyes and a fond smile.
Yeah, that was definitely Leonardo. But the HUD of the Animus was missing, he couldn't feel anything beyond the covers piled up to his neck so he wasn't having another moment like before, and he hurt too much to be dreaming.
Actually, come to think of it, when had he fallen asleep?
"How are you feeling?"
Before he had a chance to say or do anything, a pounding knock came at the door and the pleasant expression on Leonardo's face vanished. He snapped his head toward the door, frowned, then turned back to Desmond.
"Stay here."
Then he flipped the blankets over Desmond's head and the ex-bartender made a surprised noise that, if possible, made his head hurt even more. Small miracles.
One benefit (for a given definition of benefit) of having spent so much time in Ezio's memories was that he didn't even have to hear distinct words to recognize the self-righteous tone of a guard outside and the nervously placating words of Leonardo as the painter stepped outside and closed the door.
Clearly, Leonardo was trying to lure the guard away from him. Well, away from Ezio. This had to be one of the memories that Desmond hadn't relived, a vivid dream, like the one with Altair and Maria. A very vivid dream. That didn't go away with pain.
This must have been a time Ezio was sick or hurt and had gone to hide out in the workshop. Desmond didn't feel injured, but sick? Definitely. His skin felt cold and clammy and tight and overheated all at the same time and he had the worst headache of his life. He could actually feel the pressure in his head, like his brain was pressing against his skull and that was a pretty horrible mental image.
It was impossible to tell where Ezio's pain ended and Desmond's began. But he could still hear Leonardo outside, the guard's tone getting increasingly agitated, and he knew that he had to do something. What was it with the guards and bothering Leonardo?
He forced his fingers to unclench from where they were holding tightly to something under the blankets and rolled toward the door, falling off the bedding to land on his hands and knees with a jolt that lanced through his head in a way he honestly thought he might pass out from. When the urge to vomit passed, he stood, fought it back again, and lurched toward the door.
The guard didn't even hear the door open behind him. His hand was raised to strike and Desmond moved almost without thought. Muscle memory was a weird thing when you didn't exactly remember using those muscles that way before and they clearly disagreed with you.
One hand covered the guard's mouth, a flick of the other brought out the hidden blade on the opposite wrist and one quick shove under the armor slid the blade right between his ribs.
He was dragging the body inside before he even really registered what had happened and by the time he did Leonardo was closing the door and directing him to where he needed to put the corpse. The artist was very casual about the whole stabbing thing, but he was probably used to it. Maybe he wasn't an Assassin, but Desmond had been paying attention to the fact that it was Leonardo who had pointed Ezio toward La Volpe, knew where to find Antonio, suggested talking to Sister Teodora, and figured out the prophecy of the Codex.
"There," Leonardo said, reaching out a hand to steady Desmond when he temporarily forgot which way was up, "Grazie for your help. Now, would you mind telling me your name?"
Desmond waited patiently for his uncooperative brain to make that sentence make sense, but someone else spoke before it could.
"I am curious as well," Ezio was standing behind him in a simple shirt and pants, looking rumpled and a bit peaky, but strangely pleased with himself. Again, Desmond waited for the universe to start making sense. The universe did not take advantage of this generous opportunity. Seeming to remember something, Ezio turned to Leonardo, "You should have mentioned the guards were giving you trouble."
"If guards who come to investigate my workshop keep disappearing, I will have to return to Firenze. Again."
Ezio lifted one shoulder in a shrug of acknowledgement and it was right about then that the only explanation that made any sense finally registered in Desmond's mind and he looked down at his hands.
One hidden blade, not two. Blood covered his right hand, cold and sticky now, soaking into the cuff of his hoodie, the new one they'd had to get after the first one was stained with blood from when Lucy...
This was a hallucination, it had to be. He dimly realized he was starting to hyperventilate
Something warm trickled down the side of his face, his neck, then into his collar. Ezio's eyes widened, "Fratello, perhaps you should-"
Good news- Leonardo was stronger than he looked. Bad news- Desmond's legs had decided to take the day off.
"Thanks, Leonardo," he muttered right before the world tilted dangerously and everything went sort of fuzzy.
---
"Will he be alright?" Ezio asked nervously. Between himself and Leonardo, they had managed to transfer the stranger from the floor back to the bed and Leonardo had succeeded in staunching the small trickle of blood that had begun to fall from the stranger's ear.
"It is hard to say," Leonardo said honestly, hands fluttering over their unconscious guest, "From the look of him, he should not have been able to stand. It is very strange, I could have sworn he was unarmed, yet he carries the same blade as you. And this clothing- the material is like nothing I've ever seen."
"The technique he used is one trained by the Assassins, so that explains the blade," Ezio leaned against a wall, pushed off it, and started pacing, "What we need to know is what is wrong with him."
"If I had to guess, I would say it is stress," the genius offered, "massive amount of stress on both his body and mind. That, plus whatever that device you saw did to him. We may just have to keep him comfortable and still and hope he can heal with time."
Ezio's scarred mouth twisted into a grimace, but he didn't have anything better to offer, "What can I do to help?"
"You can go and fetch supplies," Leonardo said, looking intently at the small metal tab on the front of the young man's outer garment, toying with it for a moment before pulling on it and looking amazed as the cloth split harmlessly, "I will see to it he has no other injuries."
"Molto bene, what do we need?"
When he didn't get a response, Ezio looked back from where he'd been pulling on his robes to see Leonardo looking down at where he'd managed to free the stranger of his top half of garments. The young man was thin, worryingly so, and old bruises littered his torso, all in different stages of healing.
Taking several steps forward, Ezio reached out a hand to curve around the bumps of ribs he'd been able to see from across the room.
"I think," Leonardo said carefully, "we should start with more food."
"Si," Ezio muttered darkly, turning toward the door, "Much more."
"Ezio," the inventor hesitated, "I trust you, and he has already save my life, but... he called me by name. He clearly is from far in the future, so why would he know my name? It makes so little sense."
The assassin could not help but feel a swell of pride in his friend at that, "You undervalue your own importance, amico."
Ezio clasped Leonardo's shoulder once, then left.
---
I'm not the only one who thought Desmond looked really thin in AC3, right? It may have just been the lighting in the creepy temple, but I have this headcanon that, what with the stress and the running around and the being in the Animus for days and not eating, Desmond just lost a bunch of weight really fast. And the bruises are just from climbing all over creation, he is pretty inexperienced at it.
Re: Against Time | 3/?
(Anonymous) 2013-11-12 07:04 am (UTC)(link)Also, you're not alone in thinking Desmond looked too skinny in AC3. That was intentional, though, I think. Because he had just come out of the coma that he'd been in through out all of 'AC: Revelations,' right?
-OP
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