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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2
Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.2
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Fill!: why does my head hurt and why am i naked on top of an eagle point 1/2
(Anonymous) 2011-02-04 05:34 pm (UTC)(link)----
Altair slowly opened his eyes and cringed as bright sunlight sent a stab of pain through his skull. The sky above him was blue and cheerful, and Altair realized that he had no idea where he was. He was laying on hard, cool stone, and something heavy rested on his thigh. His mouth tasted awful, and he desperately needed a drink of water.
Altair lay still for a few more minutes, hoping that the churning in his stomach would settle and the headache would ease. A few wisps of memory returned to him as his mind roused itself, and the terrible feeling that he had forgotten something very important nagged at the back of his mind.
And what the hell was on his leg?
He levered himself up onto an elbow and squinted against the sun. Judging by the unsettling way that the sky wheeled around him for a few moments, he was still solidly half-drunk, heading rapidly toward badly hungover. He was mildly surprised to find Malik using his thigh for a pillow; the other man curled under his dark robes on the warm stone, his black hair mussed.
Altair rubbed a hand over his face and tried to remember how he came to be laying…wherever he was. He licked dry lips, and reached to his belt for the small canteen of water he kept there.
The drink revived him a little, and he decided that the stonework upon which he sat seemed familiar. Very familiar.
Oh, fuck.
Altair twisted awkwardly, careful not to jostle Malik, and peeked over the edge of the crenellation he had been leaning against. Below, far, far, far below, lay Masyaf.
Dark, blurry memories returned to him: standing at the foot of the tower, bickering with Malik, the feel of cool stone under his fingertips, the dizzy spin of vertigo as he climbed higher…
His stomach lurched dangerously and he dropped his head to rest on his knees.
Malik shifted against him and mumbled something.
“Mal,” whispered Altair, his brain and mouth feeling sludgy, refusing to give him anything to say except Malik’s childhood nickname. Malik would know what had happened. Malik was the responsible one. Surely Malik would not have let him climb Masyaf’s watchtower alone at night, presumably under the influence of whatever substances he had imbibed that had left him with such an awful hangover? Surely Malik would not have actually followed him?
“Mal. Malik.” Altair prodded his friend on the shoulder. Malik groaned softly and tried to bury his face in Altair’s leg. Altair watched as Malik slowly woke and rolled onto his back, studying the sky with bleary hazel eyes.
“Altair,” stated Malik, and Altair could tell that he was attempting to sound entirely unfazed by their present situation. Altair handed him the flask of water and Malik drank several swallows. He sat up to slouch against the parapet beside Altair, then pulled his hood up to shade his face and rubbed at his temples. He cast his gaze about slowly, taking in his surroundings.
“Altair, you are an idiot,” he spoke quietly.
Altair’s bleary mind only wanted to know one thing.
“How did I-?”
“You climbed,” stated Malik.
“And you?”
Malik rolled his eyes, as if the answer was perfectly obvious.
“Novices should not be left alone.” Altair rubbed his aching forehead and tried to ignore his churning stomach. The watchtower’s rotten, abandoned ladder mocked him.
“All I wish to know, Altair,” spoke Malik, “is why you chose the only watchtower in Masyaf with a broken ladder.” Malik’s voice sent stabs of pain through Altair’s head. The man never knew when to shut up.
“We can get down,” said Altair calmly. Malik’s eyes snapped open and he stared at Altair in disbelief.
Re: Fill!: why does my head hurt and why am i naked on top of an eagle point 2/2
(Anonymous) 2011-02-04 05:39 pm (UTC)(link)Malik leaned against the parapet and rested his face in his hand.
“God help me, he is serious,” he muttered to himself, and Altair ignored him. Even his wine-dulled senses pricked in excitement at the prospect of such a high jump, despite the protests of his stomach.
“It is the only way down,” Altair stated rationally, as he pulled himself up to crouch on the edge of the parapet. He realized that Malik was beside him, the light breeze fluttering their robes.
“I will be sure to land on you,” Malik snapped. Altair did not reply. He took one last look at his target far below and jumped, bending his body into a smooth arc, arms outstretched. The familiar exhilaration of flight swept through him as he fell: the fear and euphoria and few moments of absolute freedom that made him dizzy with adrenaline every single time.
His landing sent waves of nausea rolling through him as his vision whited out momentarily. He regained his senses and his heartbeat slowed, as he waited for the second reassuring whump of Malik’s descent. Still half-stunned, he was unprepared for the hard elbow in his stomach or the heel of Malik’s boot smacking his cheekbone.
Malik groaned as his head struck Altair’s knee and stars exploded behind his eyes. Both men lay still in the cool darkness of the hay. Malik’s elbow shoved into Altair’s ribs.
“Get up. I fear what has happened to the fortress in our absence.”
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Altair prodded the unconscious doorguard with the toe of his boot and then gave up when the man refused to wake. He himself was hardly a shining example of sobriety and moderation at the moment anyway. He was grateful for the relative darkness of the fortress as he and Malik walked down the long corridor and into the dining hall where Altair vaguely remembered counting the empty wine bottles on the table next to him the night before.
The place was a mess; clearly the party had been enjoyed by all, and Altair noted the few assassins sprawled on tabletops or curled into corners. He currently lacked the energy to address any aspect of the mess and the longer he remained upright, the more his sore body reminded him that it would much prefer to be laying down.
He stared blankly at the trashed dining hall, and Malik’s light tap on his shoulder brought his attention to his friend’s finger pointing up. Confused, Altair followed Malik’s finger until his eyes reached the high ceiling, where numerous white-clad figures were awkwardly draped over the rafters. As he watched, one man slowly slid from his precarious position over a beam and dropped limply to the floor, to land in a softly moaning heap.
Beside Altair, Malik chuckled, shaking his head.
“Novices.”
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(Anonymous) 2011-02-04 09:01 pm (UTC)(link)I love that Altair chose the only watchtower with a broken ladder and the assassin that fell from rafter. xD
THANK YOU ANON
Re: Fill!: why does my head hurt and why am i naked on top of an eagle point 2/2
(Anonymous) 2011-02-05 04:05 am (UTC)(link)Re: Fill!: why does my head hurt and why am i naked on top of an eagle point 2/2
(Anonymous) 2011-02-05 06:38 am (UTC)(link)“Altair,” stated Malik, and Altair could tell that he was attempting to sound entirely unfazed by their present situation.
Shit, this made me lol long and hard.
And the end! lmaoooo
Love, love, LOVE this.