His voice was strained. “I do not wish to play. What’s passed has passed.”
He rose to leave, his face blank and his eyes a bit more pained than they normally were.
Shaun finished picking the last of the popcorn up. “Perhaps you could go find Desmond. Hopefully, I can trust you to bring whatever’s left of him back?”
Altair nodded and walked stiffly away. “That sounds good.”
There was silence as he walked off. He heard Malik call out for him. He paused.
“Is there something else that we can see? Can we fast forward?”
“I’ll play for you,” he heard Ezio say, perhaps a bit too eagerly. “Go take your time helping Desmond. Bandage him; coddle him, and fix him up, and by the time you get back, I will be passed it.”
A few seconds later, he felt Malik by his side and a hand slip into his. “The past is best left undisturbed sometimes.”
Altair said nothing as he squeezed Malik’s hand lightly and dipped his head. They walked in silence until they saw Desmond limping toward them. Desmond’s eyes grew wide when he saw Malik, and his hands flew to protect his crotch as he staggered to stay on his own two legs.
“’M sorry; I’m sorry; I’m sorry—”
“Do not worry, Desmond: Malik will not hurt you again as long as I’m around.”
Desmond looked terrified, and Altair couldn’t help but chuckle slightly. “Do not be alarmed: it happened to me when we were still novices.”
Desmond winced. “And you still managed to have kids?”
Altair nodded, wearing an amused smile. “I did.”
The youngest assassin nodded and limped beside them slowly, on the opposite side of Altair. It was silent for a few minutes.
“At least he still kicks like I remember. Too bad we didn’t get to see bad-ass motherfucker Malik in the game,” Desmond said slowly.
“Or sarcastic Kadar. The boy had a wit as sharp as Malik’s.”
“They severely fucked up Kadar.”
“They are lucky they started with his death,” Malik growled. “Or I would have joined Ezio in his killing spree.”
Desmond winced. “More like torture time. I don’t think they would’ve gotten off that easily.”
Malik said nothing, but stepped a bit closer to Altair, wrapping their arms together. Altair looked at him and leaned over, kissing his cheek softly.
As they walked back into the room with the Animoose—Animus, Desmond so helpfully corrected—they saw Ezio grinning like a fool as he continued playing.
“Oh, yeah! That damn Templar never saw it coming!” He laughed victoriously. His arms were tight around Leonardo, his chin on his shoulder, and Leonardo looked a little upset. “How could he, with the grand master assassin Altair after his ass! Oh-ho! Take that!” He laughed as the screen zoomed in for a counter kill. “Bitch~es, you can’t stand up Altair Ibn-La'Ahad! Kiss the fucking ground he walks, assholes!”
Leonardo yawned as the three walked over. Desmond sat down next to Shaun, who placed a hand on his thigh, looking concerned. Altair looked at the screen as they sat down.
“And this from the man who could not play his own character?”
Ezio spared them a glance. “Damnit, you want it back now?”
Altair raised an eyebrow. “No, go ahead, you are playing better than I ever could have.”
Ezio had his tongue poking out in concentration as he killed the rest of the Templars.
“I don’t see how you got that much better by just switching games,” Malik said.
Ezio waved a hand dismissively, looking a little irritated. “It was the game. His clothes and appearance messed up how the game worked.”
Shaun tapped his chin. “Perhaps, since this game is so touchy for you, we put in Brotherhood and let you all play in multiplayer mode?”
Ezio: “Will I still get to play as Altair?”
“No.”
“Then you’ll have to pry it from my cold, dead hands.”
~*~*~*~*~Writer!anon here. I was tempted to keep writing, but I've never played in multiplayer mode before, so I cannot. D: I am sorry, but this is the end. :) I hope you enjoyed.
Play (Video Games) pt.finished. :)
He rose to leave, his face blank and his eyes a bit more pained than they normally were.
Shaun finished picking the last of the popcorn up. “Perhaps you could go find Desmond. Hopefully, I can trust you to bring whatever’s left of him back?”
Altair nodded and walked stiffly away. “That sounds good.”
There was silence as he walked off. He heard Malik call out for him. He paused.
“Is there something else that we can see? Can we fast forward?”
“I’ll play for you,” he heard Ezio say, perhaps a bit too eagerly. “Go take your time helping Desmond. Bandage him; coddle him, and fix him up, and by the time you get back, I will be passed it.”
A few seconds later, he felt Malik by his side and a hand slip into his. “The past is best left undisturbed sometimes.”
Altair said nothing as he squeezed Malik’s hand lightly and dipped his head. They walked in silence until they saw Desmond limping toward them. Desmond’s eyes grew wide when he saw Malik, and his hands flew to protect his crotch as he staggered to stay on his own two legs.
“’M sorry; I’m sorry; I’m sorry—”
“Do not worry, Desmond: Malik will not hurt you again as long as I’m around.”
Desmond looked terrified, and Altair couldn’t help but chuckle slightly. “Do not be alarmed: it happened to me when we were still novices.”
Desmond winced. “And you still managed to have kids?”
Altair nodded, wearing an amused smile. “I did.”
The youngest assassin nodded and limped beside them slowly, on the opposite side of Altair. It was silent for a few minutes.
“At least he still kicks like I remember. Too bad we didn’t get to see bad-ass motherfucker Malik in the game,” Desmond said slowly.
“Or sarcastic Kadar. The boy had a wit as sharp as Malik’s.”
“They severely fucked up Kadar.”
“They are lucky they started with his death,” Malik growled. “Or I would have joined Ezio in his killing spree.”
Desmond winced. “More like torture time. I don’t think they would’ve gotten off that easily.”
Malik said nothing, but stepped a bit closer to Altair, wrapping their arms together. Altair looked at him and leaned over, kissing his cheek softly.
As they walked back into the room with the Animoose—Animus, Desmond so helpfully corrected—they saw Ezio grinning like a fool as he continued playing.
“Oh, yeah! That damn Templar never saw it coming!” He laughed victoriously. His arms were tight around Leonardo, his chin on his shoulder, and Leonardo looked a little upset. “How could he, with the grand master assassin Altair after his ass! Oh-ho! Take that!” He laughed as the screen zoomed in for a counter kill. “Bitch~es, you can’t stand up Altair Ibn-La'Ahad! Kiss the fucking ground he walks, assholes!”
Leonardo yawned as the three walked over. Desmond sat down next to Shaun, who placed a hand on his thigh, looking concerned. Altair looked at the screen as they sat down.
“And this from the man who could not play his own character?”
Ezio spared them a glance. “Damnit, you want it back now?”
Altair raised an eyebrow. “No, go ahead, you are playing better than I ever could have.”
Ezio had his tongue poking out in concentration as he killed the rest of the Templars.
“I don’t see how you got that much better by just switching games,” Malik said.
Ezio waved a hand dismissively, looking a little irritated. “It was the game. His clothes and appearance messed up how the game worked.”
Shaun tapped his chin. “Perhaps, since this game is so touchy for you, we put in Brotherhood and let you all play in multiplayer mode?”
Ezio: “Will I still get to play as Altair?”
“No.”
“Then you’ll have to pry it from my cold, dead hands.”
~*~*~*~*~Writer!anon here. I was tempted to keep writing, but I've never played in multiplayer mode before, so I cannot. D: I am sorry, but this is the end. :) I hope you enjoyed.