asscreedkinkmeme ([personal profile] asscreedkinkmeme) wrote2011-03-29 05:37 pm
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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.3

Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.3
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Part 1
Part 2
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Part 5
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Across the Ages [1/?]

(Anonymous) 2011-05-27 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Damn, I restarted this thing four times and am still not satisfied. Please disregard my stupidity and the lateness. Hopefully OP anon will like it…


He was cold and shaking.

The Animus was just broken. It was broken and Rebecca would fix it soon. She’d wake him up and sheepishly grin at him for letting it happen and apologies.

The sun was beating down on him, warming his back and yet his skin was broken out in Goosebumps. The chills running all the way down to his toes and he could feel the shaking deep down in his bones. Yet the sun was so warm.

Desmond would nod his head and sit up, saying it was fine. Fine, because he only needed a little break. Just call him back when the bugs were worked out. Because Rebecca always worked the bugs out.

His body was betraying him. And so was his mind, but he was too scared to admit that. It was simply easier to admit he was losing control of his body rather than his mind, because he felt his mind was the only thing he really had left. And, even then, it was turning against him.

Shaun would make fun of him when he woke up. Snap at him and mention something about how lazy he was. To which Desmond would simply ignore. Lucy would smack the Brit for him, so no need to waste the energy.

Everything was wrong. This wasn’t the right time and—if it was—he wasn’t the right person. There was too much pain in his sprained ankle for this to simply be memories of a man long dead (he had misjudged the distance from one roof to another and landed wrong). The people acted too much like this was really the Renaissance for it to be anything but the real thing.

It was fine. The Animus was just broken. Desmond would wake up soon. Wake up to the real world. Wake up from this dream. Everything would be fine.

Desmond closed his eyes and tried to force the ghosts away. Force away their voices. But it wasn’t working and he could still see the same street below him, even in the blacks of his eyes, with the ghosts of different people on it and the image of a familiar man standing before him.

Desmond opened his eyes and saw that same street, only with different people and Ezio was nowhere in sight. He was getting really tired of lying to himself.


He woke up in the same place he had fallen asleep in, except it wasn’t how he recalled it at all when he had fallen asleep. After a little searching and a whole lot of confusion, Desmond knew this was defiantly not the right place—er, time and began to question why. These were the few moments of calm that he grasped. Before his mind began to go against him. Before the insanity really started to sink in. Before the panic.

Monteriggioni lay silent and still. The last time he had seen this place in the Animus it was being pillaged and plundered and burned. The attack still showed itself strong, scaring the once proud city in ash and crumbling brick. He wandered around for a while, looking at the aftermath head on. It wasn’t until he finally saw the first charred body, rotting in the streets that he turned away. He stole clothing from the dead and found what little food he could before leaving, a guilty pit growing in his stomach. As if all of this was his fault, because his mind was still torn between the man he was and the man remembered (the one that belonged in this time, this place, this—)

He hadn’t admitted to himself that he could still hear the people. (How they laughed and walked on the streets. How they screamed and ran as guards took them down.) He didn’t recall ever seeing the ghost of Ezio walk to and fro. (He could still here the shots as his—Ezio’s uncle fell. And the cry and the pain—) Desmond ignored all that, and yet he couldn’t ignore it when he wandered down a familiar way and watched Lucy walk through him. He’d spun on his heels and saw nothing now behind him, yet he could still faintly smell her perfume.) Thinking about it, even now, gave him the creeps and he hoped this wasn’t a new symptom of the Bleeding Effect uncovering itself within the past. And so he ignored it, figuring that was the best thing to do as he had much more important things to deal with right now.

Re: Across the Ages [1/?]

(Anonymous) 2011-05-28 01:27 am (UTC)(link)

Yay! You've posted! (I'm sorry that it's giving you issues. I was having the same problem with my Adopted fic. Finally scrapped one whole part and re-wrote it under another POV. DX)

Poor Des! *hugs* I seem to say that a lot with my fic. I can't help but like it when characters suffer a bit before the end of the fic! ^^;;


(Anonymous) 2011-06-04 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
*facepalm* I'm fairly certain you knew who I was, but I can't believe it took me this long to realize that I commented without stating that I was OP. So much fail.