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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.3
Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.3
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Queen's Own pt.5?
(Anonymous) 2011-05-28 04:47 am (UTC)(link)“Where did you get such a gift, Prince Desmond?”
Desmond chewed his lip. Ezio answered for him. “The servant boy Salai.”
Leonardo looked confused. “There is no servant named Salai. I know all the servants, even the ones admitted this morning.”
Desmond clutched it tighter when he saw his sibling’s greedy stares. He wasn’t going to let them take his gift away. It was his. He felt the ache in his body again, dull and throbbing. When Leonardo reached out to touch the apple, he bit at his hand.
“No!”
Leonardo recoiled in surprise. “Y-your Majesty! I simply wanted to examine it! You have never had me ask—”
“No!” Desmond snarled, feeling a fire burn within. “It’s mine. Take what you will from me, but you will never have this so long as I am locked inside this pit!”
He brought his knees up to provide an extra layer of security, sending his fiercest glare to all of them.
“Desmond,” his eldest brother began, “stop this foolishness. Let us see if this ‘Salai’ really did bring you such a gift, surely he meant for you to share.”
“No. He asked me. It is mine. I am not sharing.”
“What would mother say?” his oldest sister said.
“I don’t care what mother would say!” he shouted.
“Desmond?”
He whipped around so fast his neck hurt. His mother was walking in, as she usually did to sit in on lessons. He bowed his head, ashamed. Her voice was so soft and calm, he likened it to the sirens he heard.
“What are you shouting about?”
“Desmond received a new toy, and he won’t let us see,” the middle sister said.
She walked over and stood by her boy. “May I see it, Desmond?”
Ashamed, he pushed them toward her rapidly. She smiled warmly at him and took them with such gentleness, Desmond felt a small smile tug at his lips. He watched her look them over, entranced by his mother’s beauty and care. Finally, she handed them back to him.
“You’d best watch over them, Desmond. They’re a powerful magic. I’m sure they will work only for you, but such a gift should have the utmost care. A relic from the fairies, indeed.”
He gaped. He never told his mother it was a relic from the fairies. She smiled warmly and placed a hand on his cheek.
“You are blessed, my child, to have such an admirer. Such a toy belongs to the Queen of the fairies, and the boy who took it from her must be bold.”
He looked down at the apple and saucer in his hands. “Is that why she was crying?’
“No,” she kissed his forehead, “no, the Queen weeps for a reason other than that.”
“Does it have to do with the empty throne?”
His mother caressed his cheek again, and he leaned into it. Her skin was so soft and smooth it felt like cream. “An empty throne is always a bad sign. But the fairies do not rest until it is filled. You should be on aware, especially with your birthday so soon.”
Desmond continued to stare at the treasures in his lap before laughing once and smiling at his mother. “You don’t have to worry. The fairies wouldn’t want someone like me. It is probably your eldest daughter they’d want.”
His mother laughed. He kept the treasures close, reveling in the irritated looks from his siblings. Lessons went off without another hitch, and as soon as they were done, Desmond was off to his chamber to sit at the window and spin the transparent apple. He saw great forests and giants animals that roamed them. It showed him the rivers from many countries over. The barren, white wastelands of the North and South were beautiful.
“I’m glad to see you’re enjoying your gift.”
He looked up, a large smile on his face. He saw Salai standing there, a tray in hand.
“It took quite a bit of fancy work, but I got it.”
“Thank you!” he shouted. “Thank you!”
“I brought you some food. You missed lunch and dinner.”
Desmond smiled. “Would you eat with me?”
“Sure.”
The curly-headed boy smiled charmingly, and Desmond felt his heart clench. He was happy, and it felt nice.
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I owe large credit to the Russian tale "The Tale of the Transparent Apple and the Silver Saucer." It's my favorite fairy tale. :3
Writefag here.
(Anonymous) 2011-05-28 04:48 am (UTC)(link)Anyway, check the tale out. I love it. It's by Arthur Ransome.
Re: Writefag here.
(Anonymous) 2011-05-28 04:38 pm (UTC)(link)