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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 6
Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.6
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Against Time | 11/11 [FINALE]
(Anonymous) 2014-04-30 04:28 am (UTC)(link)---
For a long time, there wasn't much of anything. It was like he was drifting, on that ledge of semi-consciousness right before sleep, where everything was weightless and dreams were just as believable as reality.
Occasionally, he'd almost think he heard something, but then he'd be drawn back to near-sleep.
Time was hardly a solid concept. Years could have passed, or minutes, but Desmond didn't care to keep track of them.
He became aware in stages. First, he noticed that the foggy silence had been replaced. It was still quiet, but there was a sound like wind passing through buildings and grass, of the world shifting as people went about their lives.
Second was that he was lying on something. It was warm, like sun-heated concrete, but not as rough under his fingers.
It felt like he was solidifying, condensed from smoky confusion into something real and living. He was concentrating so completely on the feeling that he nearly jumped ten feet in the air when a small hand landed on his arm.
His eyes flew open and beheld a familiar face leaning over him. A young boy, dark hair hanging around his ears, was crouched next to him. Desmond could only stare as that face broke into a huge grin.
"You are here!"
"Um," he looked around. It looked like he was lying in one of the streets of Firenze, but that canal over there looked like it belonged in Venice. And was that a mountain in the distance? Deciding to focus on the main question at hand, he turned back to the boy, "Petruccio?"
Nodding rapidly, Petruccio took Desmond's hand in both of his and tugged impatiently, forcing Desmond onto his feet, "Come, come, the others are waiting!"
Everything had a surreal quality to it as Petruccio dragged him through the streets by the hand, but for some reason, Desmond couldn't bring himself to believe he was dreaming. Everything that was happening was borderline absurd, but it felt more real than anything else ever had. He wasn't tired, he didn't hurt, he felt like he could focus without the help of adrenaline for the first time in years.
The city was bare of people, but not in a creepy way. It was more like... the feeling of being in the bar after hours, the odd sense of freedom of being alone in a place that usually held so many people and the knowledge that the solitude was only temporary.
He should have been questioning it, all of it, especially the dead boy who was leading him around by the hand. But then, wasn't he dead too now?
Only, it turned out they weren't so alone when they rounded a corner and saw two figures walking ahead of them.
"Federico!" Petruccio called, waving with his free hand, even though they weren't facing him, "Claudia!"
Desmond almost tripped over his own feet.
But sure enough, when the two figures turned, they were familiar to him. What was startling was that their faces lit up in recognition. "Desmond!" Claudia called, surprised and pleased.
Federico gave a delighted laugh when they met in the middle of the street, reaching out to clasp Desmond's free arm, "You've arrived at last!"
"Uh," Desmond had no idea how to react. He didn't know what was happening at all. "What's going on?"
Claudia's smile was somehow both sweet and mocking. "It is a long story. Petruccio, you should take Desmond to Father. We will find the others."
"Si, I will."
Before Desmond could ask anything else, Federico and Claudia had both taken to the rooftops, moving as though it were as easy for them as walking. "What others?" he asked in the ensuing silence.
"You will see!" Petruccio promised, childish glee evident in his face at the prospect of knowing a secret. He resumed tugging Desmond through street after street, before pausing at a crossroads and frowning.
Down the road on the left, Desmond actually spotted a few familiar buildings. They had surrounded the Villa Auditore in Firenze. But Petruccio was intently considering the road on the right.
"He will want to know you are here," the boy seemed to decide. "It will not take long."
Desmond didn't even bother to question. If he started, he'd just drive himself insane.
So he followed Petruccio down the road up a flight of stairs, and found himself pulled into an alcove where Petruccio knocked on a very familiar door. He'd barely processed just where he knew the door from when it swung open.
"Buongiorno, Petruccio! How can I-" Leonardo cut himself off when he saw Desmond. For a moment, they simply stared at one another. The inventor looked younger than when Desmond had seen him last, but his eyes were much older.
That was all he was able to distinguish before Leonardo launched himself at him in a hug.
"You came," the painter said, relief evident in his voice, "you really came!"
Desmond returned the hug as best as he could when Petruccio still hadn't let go of his hand, "But where are we?"
Laughing, Leonardo pulled away. "Ah, well, that's a little more complicated, I'm afraid."
"We are going to see Father," Petruccio said.
Nodding like this made perfect sense, Leonardo said, "I will join you soon, I must put away this project."
"We will meet you at the villa."
"So will your dad explain what is going on?" Desmond asked as he was towed back onto their previous path. He was beginning to feel like a yo-yo.
"Mother will help."
And then the Villa Auditore came into view.
Desmond had avoided it in the Animus. The wave of secondhand emotion he got from Ezio would overwhelm him whenever he came into view of his old home. But now it stood tall and pristine, as it had been when Ezio's family still lived, like a symbol of all things good.
Petruccio had no reason to stand and stare at it, though, so he tugged Desmond out of his awed state and drew him into the courtyard where, sure enough, Maria Auditore was waiting, "Mother!"
Maria smiled and opened her arms for her son to run into, which finally made him let go of Desmond's hand.
Then she looked up at Desmond and reached out to him.
It was so strange, seeing all the people from the Animus, from memories he didn't have, acknowledge him. But Maria was just so... loving that Desmond hesitated a moment before stepping toward her. He wasn't sure what made him bow his head as he approached, but Maria laid a gentle hand on his cheek and pressed a kiss to his brow.
"Welcome home, Desmond."
When he looked back up, the kindness in Maria's face made him feel like a lost child, "Where are we?"
"That is an excellent question." Giovanni Auditore stepped out into the courtyard, "It is good to see you Desmond."
"Everyone keeps saying that," he heard himself say distantly, "but no one explains why."
Giovanni let out a breath of laughter, "Allow me to answer your questions then, if you will?" He motioned at the door and, after a moment, Desmond walked inside.
He was led into a room he'd never seen before. Though, to be fair, he'd only seen about three rooms in the entire house. It wasn't a very large space and most of it was taken up by a large, circular table with a mirrored surface.
"I cannot tell you for certain where we are, for I do not know myself," Giovanni said, running a hand along the edge of the table as he walked around it. "A sort of afterlife, we suppose. This is a sanctuary, for our family and those we consider family."
Well, that explained Leonardo. And the whole, you know, dead thing. "An afterlife?"
"Well, of a sort-"
The door burst open and that was the only warning Desmond got before something slammed into him hard enough that he was vaguely surprised he didn't feel pain. But then the thing was hugging him and, oh it had a ponytail. "Good to see you, Ezio."
Ezio grinned when he pulled back far enough for Desmond to see his face, "You worried us, fratello. You were meant to be here months ago."
Desmond frowned, "What do you mean?"
Federico walked into the room behind Ezio and went to stand by his father. "We were able to watch our bloodline through the generations with this," he tapped his fingers erratically over the smooth surface of the table.
Staring at the reflective substance that the table was made of, Desmond firmly reminded himself that he shouldn't be freaking out that they'd been keeping an eye on him, that he'd done pretty much the same thing, and at least he wasn't Haytham.
"Your death was nearly a half year ago," Giovanni said gently.
"Then why did I take so long to get here?" The though of six missing months was disturbing. Then again, he hadn't thought he'd have any months at all, so he probably shouldn't be looking a gift horse in the mouth.
"We don't know either," Leonardo said, hurrying into the room, arms piled with scrolls. "I've been trying to figure it out. It is as though you took longer to settle."
"You are the last of the bloodline," said Maria. "And the mirror has not worked since your death."
"So, now what?" he asked, at something of a loss. "If this is the afterlife, why continue looking at the living? We can't influence it."
A shuffle of cloth came from the direction of the door, "That remains to be seen."
That voice carried chills across Desmond's body. It was so familiar and took him back through countless memories.
Altair stepped into the room Claudia at his side. "Safety and peace, brother."
Desmond's mouth felt dry, but he managed to say, "Safety and peace."
Though he was the only one with a hood on, it was possible to see Altair's lips quirk into some semblance of a smile. He reached into a pouch on his robe and pulled out-
"The Apple?"
But Altair shook his head and, when Desmond looked closer, he could see that the silver orb was see-through. Altair held it as though it had substance, but it looked like an after image.
Ezio shifted next to Desmond and also retrieved an image of the Apple. "We have carried these with us, since arriving in this place. We believe that, as we leave parts of ourselves with the Apple, it leaves parts of itself with us."
Hesitantly, Desmond reached into his pocket. He flinched when his fingers touched cool metal, but forced them to take hold of the sphere nevertheless.
"They all hold power individually," Altair explained, "but not enough to achieve anything. Together, however..."
"You think we can do something?" Desmond asked, pressing the pads of his fingers tightly against the surface of the pseudo-Apple.
"It is a choice you must make," Maria said gently, her hands resting on Petruccio's shoulders. "You have all made many sacrifices."
Federico nodded, "We could stay here. Let the living fight their own battles."
Claudia scoffed, stepping forward, "We are Auditores. We are fighters. We should fight."
It was only after a few moments of silence that Desmond realized they were all looking at him.
He'd been running from the Assassin's his whole life. But now, well. He could fight or he could walk away.
It wasn't even really a choice in the end. After all, it looked like he was an Auditore, albeit a few generations late.
He lifted his hand and Ezio and Altair did the same. The ghosts of the Apple flew together, glowed brightly, and solidified into one. The sphere hovered over the mirrored table, then slowly lowered, sinking into the surface like it was liquid.
The image reflected in the table swirled and distorted, changing from the room to a twist of fog and then, finally, to rolling waves.
--
Shaun hated boats.
Shaun hated boats and Abstergo and Miles...es. One had gotten himself killed right when he got useful and another had run off without so much as a goodbye.
And Shaun missed both of them, the complete bastards.
It didn't help that he kept getting seasick. At least he could blame the redness of his eyes on that.
His mobile buzzed in his pocket and he debated throwing it into the ocean so he wouldn't have to deal with whatever new problem had come up. Unfortunately, his conscience won out and he fished it out of his pocket.
Instead of the name of the contact who had messaged him, there was simply a string of numbers and characters that made no sense. No one should have had his number but a few select people, the phone was encrypted.
He almost ignored the message, probably should have. But curiosity got the better of him and it wasn't like the mobile wasn't a burner anyway.
The message stared up at him.
"In another moment, down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again."
Is it wrong to compare death to a rabbit hole?
Fin
Re: Against Time | 11/11 [FINALE]
(Anonymous) 2014-04-30 05:06 am (UTC)(link)Seriously though, this was an amazing fill. Thank you so much for it.
-OP
Re: Against Time | 11/11 [FINALE]
(Anonymous) 2014-04-30 02:49 pm (UTC)(link)-Displaced!author!anon (I swear I haven't abandoned Displaced... I just got bitten by some pirate plotbunnies...)
Re: Against Time | 11/11 [FINALE]
(Anonymous) 2014-04-30 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)ah well, thanks for coming back and finishing this awesome fic!
Re: Against Time | 11/11 [FINALE]
(Anonymous) 2014-05-01 04:50 am (UTC)(link)Re: Against Time | 11/11 [FINALE]
(Anonymous) 2014-05-01 05:31 pm (UTC)(link)