Desmond's eyes twitch now and again beneath the eyelids as though he's dreaming, and Shaun can't help but be transfixed by it sometimes. It feels too personal, especially when Lucy is out getting supplies and Rebecca has already gone to bed, and there's nothing in this room but computers and Shaun and Desmond's slow, laboured breathing.
It's only when Shaun is alone for clean-up that he risks touching the prone body on the Animus. One fingertip at the hollow of Desmond's throat, testing the feel and timbre of the skin there. Desmond's breath hitches, and the computer bleeps to tell Shaun of the drop in synchronisation. It's a mere coincidence - Desmond has just fallen from a roof where Ezio had not - but it scares Shaun away from the Animus and back into his chair.
When Desmond pulls himself out of the Animus, he's all smiles and naivety. In spite of the sudden lurch in synchronisation, Desmond has managed to complete a considerable amount of Ezio's less significant memories.
'I think that went pretty well,' he says, wasting no time in scampering over to Shaun's discarded bowl of pasta and wolfing it down. 'Fuck, I'm starving.'
'Your mum never taught you basic table manners, did she?' Shaun doesn't look at him. Easier to just fire throwaway sarcasm at Desmond, while his mind hept returning to how warm his skin had felt beneath him - the thought of touching him again...
someone please fill this better than me D:
It's only when Shaun is alone for clean-up that he risks touching the prone body on the Animus. One fingertip at the hollow of Desmond's throat, testing the feel and timbre of the skin there. Desmond's breath hitches, and the computer bleeps to tell Shaun of the drop in synchronisation. It's a mere coincidence - Desmond has just fallen from a roof where Ezio had not - but it scares Shaun away from the Animus and back into his chair.
When Desmond pulls himself out of the Animus, he's all smiles and naivety. In spite of the sudden lurch in synchronisation, Desmond has managed to complete a considerable amount of Ezio's less significant memories.
'I think that went pretty well,' he says, wasting no time in scampering over to Shaun's discarded bowl of pasta and wolfing it down. 'Fuck, I'm starving.'
'Your mum never taught you basic table manners, did she?' Shaun doesn't look at him. Easier to just fire throwaway sarcasm at Desmond, while his mind hept returning to how warm his skin had felt beneath him - the thought of touching him again...