Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2

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Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.2
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Part 1
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Part 5
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Kingdom of Regret 1/?

[(Anonymous)]

FFFFFF. This be my first attempt at fic writing. Don't know how long I wish to make it. *more of an artfag*
But here y'go first part.
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When they came to the old aged building, Desmond was in high spirits. He felt useful and not so helpless. Too empowered by the nostalgia to let a few spirits and visions that weren't there. They were harmless after all. Fascinating to watch and follow.

Lucy was less so, but humored him with talk. She seemed more concerned than back at the warehouse. She made him take his attention off the whisping phantoms and back to the task at hand. He didn't really remember what she had said back then.

He could only regret now. He wouldn't be able to listen to her soothing voice smooth over and give him the rough checks of reality. That firm care.

It got harder as the week went on, but fed on the thoughts that depicted himself in chivalrous right. Conversation was light. Smiles abounded. It was as if he felt he had the very key to anywhere inside himself. Only he could do this. He was trained. He knew how to look by now.

Looking back, he wished he had smiled more genuinely. Things had been comfortable.

More days past, it was found how exactly visions could hurt. Phantom wounds of battles long gone and Sixteen's broken voice festered like a hideous infection when his eyelids closed, wrenching out what would be moans of soft agony.

Screams would start after, and soon Desmond would just force himself to stay up, hoping he'd be too exhausted to even dream when he slept.

He couldn't remember when Shaun had started to unquestionably keep him company during these times; always being a late worker, playing soft music to ease the nightmare plagued assassin on a borrowed mp3 played, but he was thankful for it.

He regretted not saying thank you. He already missed the small bickering and exciting conversation. He missed the small smirk that could be easily be pleasantly kissed off. but abstained from.

Small lingering headaches gave way to small, tiny seizures. No one spoke of the problems really. Desmond was sure they noticed, because they all noticibly took extra care with him. They said he'd it'd be okay to take more breaks, but he knew those words were lies. He lied too when he said he felt fine, just to get a couple hours more out of the animus.

He regretted it even if he was successful. It did nothing for him now, and now he only craved the lost time spent with them.

Re: Kingdom of Regret 3/?

[(Anonymous)]

Soon he was never left alone. Even if he went out, it was merely a strict ten minutes before sunrise to unwind and let loose to start a morning off.

By the end of the month Desmond's resolve was crumbling, and it was all about the apple. He spent longer stretches in the animus. It became a glorious escape. His own play pen and workspace put together into a twisted fantasy of exhileration.

It was at the end of these long days that Rebbecca brings out the wine for him and the other's to share. It was good, but he wondered if it was Ezio's tastes or his own.
But all the same the warm voices and the break over the small folding table and dinner was comforting, and put a smile on his face.
The soft reassuring touches shared were even better. They find they need it. So they don't stop.

Desmond regrets not savoring it. Or even taking down the name or brand of the wine. He couldn't remember now.

He feels caged, as if he had to be constantly babysat.
He feels antsy, and he can occasionally see a figure even as he wakes, and the touching seem more persistant.

He only notices after the fact. When Lucy avoids him for a full week, and Rebecca and Shaun become quiet in those long stretches of time. They thought he wouas going to lose hsi mind after a while. He couldn't see why. He scorned them for that fact. He became angry. He didn't forgive or forget.Instead he let it simmer.

He regrets now because he can't tell just how right they are.

Shaun's brow became steadily more creased during tired nights.

The bed looked and felt cold with a person missing, but he felt he could do little but eat, sleep, and work.
By the end of the week Shaun forced him to go outside for fresh air with a few choice words.
He felt sour when he apologized to everyone upon returning.

The bed was warm again.
They where so close, he could taste victory. He wouldn't have to go back into the machine. He would be the hero.


The warm blood that dripped down his wrist and onto his fingers didn't feel heroic.

The stony face of the pre-human was neither sorrowful, or regretful.

Nothing desynchronized when she fell, and blood spilled free like beautiful clockwork onto the ancient stone floor.

He wanted to follow her. His conscious didn't want it, but his body had done it.

His legs would hold nothing, and he fell next to her, curling up and screaming.


He wouldn't hear what Shaun and Rebbecca's voices were saying frantically.
He only felt shame.

Re: Kingdom of Regret 3/?

[(Anonymous)]

That was wonderfully sad, anon. Your story goes perfectly well with Coldplay's Viva la Vida song, too.
Congratz, you made me cry a tiny bit :'(
Great job on this one, I liked especially the ending.

Re: Kingdom of Regret 3/?

[(Anonymous)]

*fff-embarrassed* Thankyou. I'm glad you liked. >w<

Sorry for the typos midway.