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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2
Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.2
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In Name Alone 16/?
(Anonymous) 2010-11-30 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)“How will we close it up when you’re done?” she asked, marveling at the candle’s glint over his slender knife.
With his eyes obscured by ruffled bangs, Michelangelo glanced over his shoulder at her, “With needle and thread. How else?”
Lena blanched.
“Cauterizing is effective,” Michelangelo ceded with a casual shrug. “But rather barbaric, don’t you think? Now watch closely and don’t get in my light.”
Instructive wasn’t quite the word for it. Intriguing perhaps… Harrowing. And just as Michelangelo had theorized, the problem was not in how Lena had dressed the wound, but in a stray piece of bone that had splintered in the fall, creating an abscess larger than a plum. She watched the needle-thin chip of bone come out and stared at it as Michelangelo wiped his hands and prepared to drain the abscess. Her breath flooded out, as if she too were being punctured and drained. Relief. They had solved the final riddle, and now there was a chance his fever might break. Just as quickly, trepidation replaced the relief… Their patient might recover quickly now, which meant soon, too soon, Lena would have to deal with the man. Hear his voice. Face his scorn or his gratitude. She couldn’t decide which she’d rather have from him.
“And now this.” Michelangelo lifted a sharply curved needle. “He’s far away. He won’t feel a thing if you screw up once or twice.”
“Are you certain? I’m not sure… Shouldn’t I practice first?”
“No.” He shook his head, making the needle dance impatiently in the candlelight. “You can practice now. On him. Many would pay handsomely for the opportunity to prick the prick.”
Lena smirked, kneeling and taking the needle and finding that her hand shook.
“Steady,” Michelangelo cautioned. “It’s not a pincushion.”
Under his careful guidance, Lena discovered the procedure was not terribly difficult. The metallic thread was fine, hard to maneuver sometimes, but the hooked needle made even stitches perfectly possible. In fact she found the process… not relaxing, exactly, but requiring the sort of precise concentration that always soothed her. She may not have been ready to cut into the man’s living flesh, but this felt like a final flourish, a finishing touch on a masterpiece long in the making.
“There now, good enough,” Michelangelo said as she finished. A more or less even row of V’s held the long, vertical incision shut. “In several weeks you can remove the thread and leave behind nothing but a few dots. Much more refined than a nasty burn, mm? You take that needle back to your Florentine friend and grind it right in his nose.”
“Incredible,” she whispered. A feeling overcame her, giddiness that reminded her of childhood, of nursing a lamb back to health after a difficult birth or taking in a mangy mutt only to have a fine canine companion a few weeks later. Success. It was a victory that deserved a smile. Impulsively, she threw her arms around the grumbling artist and gave him a ferocious squeeze. He needed a bath, but just then she didn’t care.
“Alright, alright,” he said, pushing her off. She caught the tail-end of a harried smile. “I think some tea for this lucky bastardo and then a spot for myself. Then rest and sleep the sleep of the brilliant.”
“Did no one ever teach you humility?” Lena carefully wiped off the hooked needle and laid it on a tray to clean.
“Of course,” Michalengelo said, waving her off. “They tried. It didn’t take.”
In Name Alone 17/?
(Anonymous) 2010-11-30 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)When the room was slightly tidier and they had forced a good measure of tea down the patient’s throat, Lena said goodnight to the sculptor. On the way out, she spied his case and the curled parchments tucked into the bottom. Sketches, dozens of them, scribbles of divine ideas. There were rumors that Michelangelo had been commissioned to create some sort of masterpiece in Rome. She wondered if the angels and men she saw on the edges of those pages would someday end up in that work, and if she would recognize them when it was finally done.
Silvia waited just outside the door. When Lena stepped out, the Spaniard pretended to be sweeping.
“You hate sweeping,” Lena said, covering a yawn.
Silvia’s eyes widened before narrowing dangerously. “Well? You wicked girl, tell me – is he… Is he any better? What did that madman have you do?”
“I believe we have reason to be hopeful,” Lena replied, touching her shoulder. “But only tomorrow will tell.”
The old woman’s shoulders eased at that and she quickly disappeared down the hall, muttering a prayer as she went. Lena followed as far as the cramped kitchen. She swiped a piece of crusty bread to end the growling in her stomach, and then she retired to her little room. Next door, Michelangelo’s charcoal pencils could be heard scratching across paper. Finishing her snack, she lit a pair of stubby candles and nestled down into the covers. It was a small bed but comfortable enough, with an over-stuffed tick that occasionally made her back sore. She had lived in worse conditions, and the sweet singing of the crickets outside was ample reward for a stiff spine.
Among the various odd tools and devices Michelangelo had brought were a few mundane items. Lena pulled one of them from beneath her pillow. It was nearly thick enough to be a proper book, but new, the ink still fragrant on the pages. One of the assassins had been charged with collecting a detailed history of the Borgias. They were not private people and there were many stories the family themselves were happy to verify. Other anecdotes were not so well documented. Leonardo enclosed a note explaining that knowing the enemy was important, and that she might find the family history useful. He also instructed her to keep it safely hidden; they didn’t need any snoops learning the man’s location and a heavy, custom tome on the Borgias would certainly give her away.
As she read, diving into intrigue and scandal that would make Lucifer himself blush, Lena began to wonder if Leonardo was subtly influencing her to destroy their patient. As a young man he had murdered his older brother in cold blood for position and title. His father’s list of crimes must have given the scribe a hand cramp… it went on for an entire chapter. Then of course there were the rumors of untoward relations with his sister, whispers of a marriage meant to solidify Borgia rule. What could she possibly take away from such a story but that the family was a blight, a stain? The more she read, the more desperate she became, panic clawing at her throat as she struggled to swallow bread and breath. These were despicable people, demons intent on nothing but selfish pursuits, heedless of how many bodies had to be piled to elevate their status.
Time. She had spent so much time trying to revive this man… The intensity of the work had blinded her, made her forget just who he was. And now Michelangelo had come and, as if the man were their sculpture and not their charge, the artist had chipped off the final flaw. He would live, either through her skill or the magic of the Apple, and it only made her feel like a traitor.
They were doing the Devil’s work. They were giving life to a monster.
Re: In Name Alone 17/?
(Anonymous) 2010-11-30 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)I am on the edge of my CHAIR, anon. Just saying.
<3
Re: In Name Alone 17/?
(Anonymous) 2010-12-01 12:27 am (UTC)(link)(this is also my first post in the AC fandom so I'm feeling a little shy, thanks for the warm welcome)
Re: In Name Alone 17/?
(Anonymous) 2010-12-01 12:58 am (UTC)(link)Lack of smut is not an issue when the rest of the story is so good. <3
(although smut is always APPRECIATED.) XD
Re: In Name Alone 17/?
(Anonymous) 2010-12-01 12:36 am (UTC)(link)You should already know, but this story is AWESOME.
I mean really REALLY awesome. I am reading this again and again,
burning with desires to see more. Fabulous job writer-anon.
With that said, please continue. I shall stalk this fic from now on<3
Re: In Name Alone 17/?
(Anonymous) 2010-12-01 12:49 am (UTC)(link)Re: In Name Alone 17/?
(Anonymous) 2011-01-05 10:04 pm (UTC)(link)