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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.3
Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.3
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Part 1
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Part 5
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Discussion
Re: Desmond in the Animus
OP!Desmond in the Animus
(Anonymous) 2011-09-23 09:22 pm (UTC)(link)Ghost in the Machine 1a/6
The clock reads 5:47 PM, and he's supposed to be in the concert hall in thirteen minutes. Groaning and cursing – he'd only meant to take a twenty minute nap, not a two hour one – he throws the silk covers off himself and tumbles out of bed, taking only a few moments to yank on a nice suit (bought, not rented) and grab his keys before hurrying out the door. His condo is on the top floor, but he takes the elevator and gets to the parking deck in record time.
When he reaches the parking deck lobby, there's a man lounging against the door. There's a white hood pulled over the man's head; his jeans are scuffed; his posture is terrible. He stares at Sedici with wide brown eyes. Sedici brushes past him, cringing at the electric shock that passes between them (static?). In a flash, he's running to his car (a Ferrari, of course), jumping in and speeding off.
The traffic parts like the Red Sea for him, and he smiles; he's going to make it just in time. Sure enough, it's 5:58 when he hops out of his car and tosses his keys to the valet, the Abstergo Concert Hall looming before him like some big beautiful prize. He slips in the back door, and soon enough he's backstage. When he glances at his watch again, it's 6:01, and the stage manager and shooing him behind the curtain.
The piano gleams beneath the lights. The curtain rises, and Sedici walks out, more than a little proud.
He smiles at the crowd and sits at the piano, then bows his head and begins to play.
--
When he plays, it's like there's nothing else in the world. Just him and the keys and the music filling the air, wrapping around him and keeping him safe. He closes his eyes and thinks of other times, other places – Venice, Roma – and lets the beauty of his memories flow out through his fingertips.
--
When he leaves, politely pushing his way through the faceless audience and murmuring gratitude for their kind words, he feels a hand on his shoulder. He freezes and thinks of breaking the offending limb, then remembers he's Sedici, not Ezio, and shakes it off instead. “Wait!” a voice calls, but he ignores it. When he gets to the parking lot, the valet has his car waiting for him.
Beside it is a motorcycle. Sedici frowns at it; he hates motorcycles. They're like wanna-be cars, and he loves cars. Scoffing, he gets in his vehicle and drives away. As he goes, he catches sight of something: the hooded man getting on the motorcycle. Who is that? Sedici thinks, but then the man is gone, swallowed up by the crowd of traffic behind him.
--
He doesn't think of the strange hooded man until later that night, and even then it's only in passing. I wonder where he came from, Sedici wonders vaguely, then closes his eyes and falls to sleep, the world going quiet and blank around him.
The next day, when he wakes, he lies there staring at the ceiling, puzzled. Something feels different about the world today. He gets up and looks around.
His condo is the same as always: the stylish winding staircase going up, the wall to wall windows, the ivory and stainless steel kitchenette, the plush couches and pillows... there's no TV, it's pointless. Nothing has changed. Sedici frowns and thinks, I'm being paranoid. Then again – the Templars could be – but no, he doesn't want to think about that.
Rain patters on the windows as it begins to storm, and as he calls Miranda, his agent. He sighes and snaps the phone shut when she tells him the concert today has been canceled.
So he pulls on some loose clothes: a black hoodie and thick jeans, along with sturdy shoes and gloves. He doesn't bother to take a rain jacket, he's just going to get soaked later anyway. He takes the elevator down and hops into his car (a Cadillac today) and punches basic coordinates into his GPS. In what feels like no time at all, he's a few miles outside the city, outside civilization.
Ghost in the Machine 1b/6
The first few handholds are easy to find; a dozen feet up, it becomes harder. The crevices are wet, and even with the gloves, his hands don't want to grip the stone properly. He compensates by swinging himself up to the next handhold before his grip on the previous hold slips; it's dangerous, but it's not like he can actually get hurt. But the rush is heady, his body shivering with adrenalin and cold. When he reaches the first landing, he puts his hands on his knees, panting happily.
It takes him a coupe hours to get to the top. When he does, he stares out at a view he's seen too often before, a gray-blue lake with its surface shimmering with rain. Sighing, he begins the descent down – by leaping off the cliff. Several hundred feet down, he hits the ground and rolls, and it doesn't hurt a bit. Brushing himself off, he looks up, and jerks in surprise.
“What the hell?” the hooded guy says.
Sedici blinks at him, because, huh. He wasn't expecting this. There's a motorcycle next to his car again, and Hooded Guy is sitting on the motorcycle, soaked to the bone. Except now the hood is pulled back, revealing short-cropped brown hair and features strong enough to belong to a model. He's got a scar on his lips, just like Ezio, and rain is dripping down his chin and he squints in a way that is surprisingly attractive.
“Oh,” Sedici says, and, “Hey.” And he feels like asking Hooded Guy who he is, because he's never met this person before, but he knows it would be pointless; people here are whoever Sedici wants them to be.
“What's going on?” Hooded Guy asks him.
Sedici stares at him for a moment, considering all the ways this could go. Then he walks over to his car and picks up his keys, gesturing for Hooded Guy to follow him. “Come with me,” he says. Hooded Guy hesitates, but fuck, there's nowhere else for him to go, and he's got nothing else to do. Sedici is the only other person in the world right now.
“What about my motorcycle?” he asks.
“Don't worry about it. What's your name?” Sedici asks distractedly as Hooded Guy gets into the passenger seat of what is now a Lexus.
“Desmond,” Hooded Guy says.
Desmond, Sedici thinks. Huh.
Re: Ghost in the Machine 1b/6
(Anonymous) 2011-09-27 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)I lol'ed at the 'what the hell'; it's my current message alert, and it's really spooky ;)
Re: Ghost in the Machine OP
(Anonymous) 2011-09-27 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Ghost in the Machine 1b/6
(Anonymous) 2011-09-28 09:18 am (UTC)(link)Ghost in the Machine 2a/6
The first thing Sedici does when they go through the door is push Desmond down onto the couch and seal their lips with a kiss.
Desmond makes a startled sound and freezes, but Sedici doesn't give up. He presses Desmond's hard, lean body down into the couch cushions and kneels over him, tilting Desmond's chin with his fingers and teasing Desmond's mouth open with his tongue. “What are you – ” Desmond chokes out when he manages to break off the kiss, but he doesn't seem to know how to end that sentence with Sedici's lips moving to trace circles on his collarbone. Desmond groans and fists his hands in Sedici's shirt, tensing up underneath him like a bowstring.
Naked, Sedici thinks. Gotta be naked for this. He pushes himself up long enough to shuck off his shirt and gloves, then kicks off his shoes. Desmond's breath hitches, and Sedici smirks with pride before going after Desmond's neck again.
The material of Desmond's soaked hoodie keeps bunching up and getting in his way. Sedici leans up and starts to pull it off him; Desmond struggles for a moment before complying, lifting up his arms and allowing Sedici to toss it aside. “I don't even,” Desmond begins, but Sedici kisses him again. Desmond's fingers splay on his hip as he kisses back for the first time, shivering at Sedici's touch.
Sedici smiles and hikes up Desmond shirt, then begins to kiss his way down Desmond's chest, lean from physical activity. Desmond watches with wide, disbelieving eyes and Sedici flicks open his belt and unbuttons his pants, sliding them down Desmond's slinky hips and hooking one thumb in the elastic of Desmond's underwear. He takes a moment to nuzzle the bulge there before pulling the cloth away and licking a stripe up Desmond's erection, feeling a flicker of wicked glee as Desmond groans and throws his head back, hitting the headrest with a thunk. “Oh fuck,” Desmond whispers. “Oh fuck.” He clears his throat. “I've gone insane, haven't I?”
“Don't fight it,” Sedici says wryly, and Desmond chuckles. The laughter turns into a whimper as Sedici swallows the head, just the head, of his erection and swirls his tongue around it. His body turns pliant and weak, his hand fisting in Sedici's wet, tousled hair. Sedici slid his mouth down and began to suck.
Sedici shivers and massages his own cock, uncomfortably hard in his jeans. Soon, he thinks to it. Every moan, every whine, every swallowed gasp turns him on far more than it should. Desmond seems willing enough to just lie back and let Sedici suck him to orgasm, blissed out and panting quietly on the couch. “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” he keeps whispering, hips rocking upwards. Sedici just shifts to hold him down, making Desmond protest weakly.
Soon enough, Desmond's spilling down Sedici's throat, his body spasming with ecstasy.
Sedici lets him lay there for a moment, content to unbutton his own pants and lay hands on himself, laying back on the other side of the couch and stroking his aching cock, enjoying pleasure he hasn't felt in quite a while.
But soon enough, Desmond pushed himself upright, pants still undone, shirt in disarray. “What the hell,” he said, and Sedici sighed.
“Unless you're going to help, leave me alone,” Sedici said petulantly.
“Tell me what the hell is going on!”
“I don't owe you any explanations,” Sedici says. “You're not real. None of this is real.”
Desmond's eyes flash angrily, and Sedici realizes his mistake too late.
Ghost in the Machine 2b/6
Twenty minutes later he's spread out across the coffee table, wrists bound separately to the top legs, one with Desmond's belt, and the other with Sedici's. The leather is stiff and tight. His legs are ankles are unbound, but only because Desmond doesn't need to force Sedici to keep his legs open; Sedici has them spread willing. He's panting and groaning and working his hips desperately into Desmond's pink lips, thigh muscles tensing as orgasm approaches. Desmond pulls away, not for the first time, and Sedici is left panting in frustration, hovering on the edge.
He can get away if he really needs to, but right now he can't concentrate long enough to will the restraints out of existence. Besides, this is that hottest thing that's ever happened to him.
“Please,” he gasps, “Please, just let me – Christ, I'm sorry, I'll do anything – ”
“Tell me what's going on,” Desmond says. "Who you are, what this place is... Everything."
“Yes!” Sedici exclaims. “Just – just – oh,” he says as Desmond swallows him and sucks hard, and Sedici closes his eyes, nearly whiting out as he comes and comes and comes.
--
Thanks for the earlier comments, all. :3 They make me warm inside.
Re: Ghost in the Machine 2b/6
(Anonymous) 2011-09-28 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)I like very much.
That is all.
OP! Ghost in the Machine 2b/6
(Anonymous) 2011-09-28 11:05 pm (UTC)(link)I cannot wait for the next part! Thank you much for this amazing fill! You are an excellent writer, and I love how this is told from Sedici's POV. You have all of my love and attention, anon.
Ghost in the Machine 3a/6
Desmond roots through his drawers without asking permission before finally coming up with a similar pair of pants, and sifting through Sedici's closet until he finds a suitable T-shirt. He comes over to stand in front of Sedici.
“Talk,” Desmond says, crossing his arms.
“Fine,” Sedici says. “All of this – this world, where we are – this isn't real. I made all this from my memories and my desires. You aren't supposed to be real, either, by the way, but I'm beginning to reconsider that belief. Who are you, anyway? And what are you doing in my world?”
Desmond ignores the question. “Where are we?”
“In the Animus.”
Desmond stares at him. Then: “You're Subject Sixteen,” he says.
Sedici frowns. “Well, yes. My name's Sedici.”
“Sedici,” Desmond repeats, and a strange frown crosses his face. “That's...”
Sedici turns his head so he doesn't have to see the pitying grimace on Desmond's face. Sedici isn't his name, not really; he hasn't remembered his name in a long time. 'Sedici' – in Italian, 'sixteen' – is simply what he prefers to call himself. Desmond doesn't finish the thought, probably catching the expression on Sedici's face.
“You're real, then,” Sedici said. “Not just another one of my delusions.” Desmond nods, and Sedici feels a little relieved. It explains a lot – everyone else here is either someone he deliberately dreamed up, or a memory; most are faceless men and women. Desmond, however, he doesn't remember dreaming up, and he's certainly not a memory. Sedici has never seen him before.
A bolt of understanding goes through him. Desmond. That name had sounded familiar; he's heard it echoed through the Animus on more than one occasion. He's watched as this man, Subject Seventeen, has gone through memories of a man named Altair and Sedici's own ancestor, Ezio. He even vaguely recalls meeting Desmond personally once, when Desmond had collected all the bits and clues Sedici had left for him. But how had Subject Seventeen gotten here? he wonders.
“How are you here?” Desmond asks carefully. “The others – Lucy told me you were dead. You committed suicide.”
“I am dead,” Sedici says. “Well. My body is dead. I'm in the Animus now. You and your friends couldn't figure that out?”
Desmond gave him a cross look. “Why didn't you recognize me?” he asks. “We've met before. Remember?”
Sedici shrugs. “I never saw your face. You appeared as bits of white data in the shape of a man.”
“Huh,” Desmond says, blinking. Then: “What was with the concert earlier?”
“I like to play piano.” Sedici toyed with a bit of hair. “Now. My turn. How did you get here?”
Desmond sits down, putting his head in his hands. He doesn't talk for a long, long time, and Sedici stares at him, wondering. Finally, Sedici gets up. He grabs a beer from the fridge and sits down next to Desmond, handing it to him. Desmond grimaces and takes it, popping off the cap and taking a long drink.
“I,” Desmond says, pained and confused, “I, I'm not sure. I went to this temple. I spoke with a woman there, and picked up the Apple, and she...” He struggled.
Sedici leans back and kicks his legs on the coffee table. “She what?”
“She made me stab one of my friends,” Desmond says haltingly. “Lucy – I don't – ”
“Did she die?” Sedici asks
Ghost in the Machine 3b/6
Sedici pats him sympathetically.
“I can't get out,” Desmond says. “I keep trying to desynchronize, but it doesn't work. I jumped off that concert hall while you were playing; it didn't hurt, but everything flashed like I'd lost synchronization. But I didn't. I just woke up again on the ground.”
“Don't you like it here?” Sedici says. “I can make the world whatever you want. I made it Italy, for a little while. That was fun. You could probably manipulate the world, too, if you tried hard enough. I noticed you acquired a motorcycle somehow.”
“No,” Desmond said, frustrated. “I need to get back.”
He stands up. His expression is tight – pained. His hands are clenched. “I need to get out,” he says again. “I need to find out what happened to Lucy.”
He grabs his hoodie, now miraculously dry, and leaving. Outside, the storm worsens, the clouds churning above. Desmond is different from the faceless phantoms Sedici can conjure; Sedici can feel him, his life, his mind. Sedici can feel him go, the strange pulse of him growing more distant each second that passed.
Re: Ghost in the Machine 3b/6
(Anonymous) 2011-09-29 01:38 pm (UTC)(link)Once again, anon, thank you so much for taking the time to fill this. :3 Thank you for your wonderful fic.
Ghost in the Machine 4/6
Two days later, Desmond's pulse is still gone.
--
He takes a car and drives until the world ends, until there's a glaringly white grid beneath his feet and an ivory horizon. Bits of data flicker around him, distracting, but he ignores them. Where did Desmond go? he thinks. He thinks it loud and hard, an iron command to the Animus he inhabits. There is no response. “Where is Desmond?” he calls aloud.
Black walls form around him. Sedici stumbles back in surprise, then smiles when he sees the handholds and gaps of the strange obstacle course that forms before him. Ah, he thinks. Some sort of challenge?
It's easy enough. He scales the walls and jumps the gaps, letting himself fall back into the soothingly familiar mindset of Ezio. By the time he reaches the end of the puzzle, he's fully immersed; he finds himself thinking ildly of Venezia and Leonardo, his family – but no. Sedici, he thinks firmly, panting as he recovers from the exertion. My name is Sedici.
He's been insane before. With agonizing clarity, he recalls his capture by Abstergo – their methods, their torture, their awful machines, back when Sedici was not Sedici at all, but instead someone else; someone he can't remember. They took the person he was and drowned him, left him gasping and dying as Ezio and all the other memories took over, until he couldn't remember who or when or where he was. Before he ended it, he left the last remnants of his sanity in the Animus; this is Sedici now, the amalgamation of everyone Subject Sixteen has ever been. I know who I am, Sedici tells himself. Not Ezio. Do not fall to madness again.
When he can breathe once more, he straightens and stands.
Before him is a door. He studies it curiously, then peers through; then, shockingly enough, he finds himself in a strange land.
Ah, he thinks, staring out. It's mountainous and cold and awful, but Sedici doesn't care; he numbs those sensations and ignores them. It's just a memory, anyway. Ezio's memory. Yet, when he looks down at himself, he is not Ezio; he is Sedici, still. He's been here before. It's when Ezio left Italia to chase the memories of a man named Altair, the great assassin. Desmond is going through these memories, trying to piece together his own consciousness so he may awaken and leave the Animus, Sedici thinks. Clever boy.
Before, he's watched, silently, from within the Animus, as Desmond relieved the memories of his ancestors. He even helped a bit. A nudge here, a hint there, twisting events just a bit to ease Desmond's journey.
It doesn't take him long to locate Desmond with his mind. The man stands tall on a jagged rock on a mountain, wearing Ezio's face, watching behind Ezio's eyes. Before him rises a building. Desmond tenses to jump, and Sedici smiles and thinks, 'no'.
The burst of wind that knocks Desmond to the ground is fatal. The memory flashes and fades, and Desmond groans is disappointment as synchronization is lost. Far away, Sedici chuckles.
--
He spends nearly a week thwarting Desmond's attempts to progress. It's the most fun thing he's done in ages.
--
The thing about Desmond is he really doesn't understand.
Desmond can't leave the Animus. He can't. It's foolish he even tried. If he leaves, he'll be at the mercy of Templars; here, trapped in a coma, his consciousness safely tucked away in Sedici's loving hands... it's better this way. For both of them. This way, Desmond is safe, and Sedici is not alone. And all Sedici has to do is prevent him from leaving.
--
They play for what feels like ages before Desmond gets tired of fighting. Sedici is quick and clever, and knows when to strike; Desmond never catches on, never realizes there is an unseen force toying with him – the sword that catches perfectly under his armor, the wind knocking him off buildings, the phantom noises that alert the guards. Desmond finally vanishes, and the memory disappears, abruptly throwing Sedici back into the world.
Ghost in the Machine 5a/6
Shrugging, he goes inside. It's actually nicer than he imagined it: well-lit and clean, though packed. The patrons are all good-looking and fit, though most of them have blurred features. He pushes past them and zeroes in on Desmond's pulse, which is not far away. It's at the bar. He wanders over and blinks when he catches sight of the bartender.
It's Desmond.
Sedici sits.
Desmond turns to face him; his expression doesn't change when he sees Sedici, he just says, “What'll you have?”
“Whatever's on tap,” Sedici says. Though he has no intention of drinking it. What on earth? he wonders when Desmond disappears. It's like Desmond has never seen him before. And sure, Sedici enjoys his own little fantasies of playing 'famous pianist', but that was different. Sedici did that whenever he felt like, and he enjoyed it; he was never scowling like Desmond was, like he was only here to pay the non-existent bills.
Perhaps I played too rough, Sedici thinks.
Is Desmond broken? His mind finally unhinged? Sedici bites his lip. He didn't intend to hurt Desmond, just... discourage him. All Sedici did was kill him a few dozen times. Surely Desmond is fine.
Desmond returns and sets the beer in front of him. “Hey,” Sedici says, catching his arm before he goes. Desmond turns to scowl at him. “You remember me, right?”
Desmond frowns at him, puzzled and annoyed. “No. Now leave me alone, I've got a job to do.”
Sedici doesn't let go. “Oh, come on. Do you really intend to continue playing pretend in a pub? As far as delusions go, this is shockingly mundane. Couldn't you at least come up with something more – exotic?”
“Back off,” Desmond snaps. “I don't know who you are.”
Sedici just grips tighter. “Oh, for – really? Really?”
Desmond shakes loose and disappears. Sedici rolls his eyes and considers leaping over the bar to drag him back; it's not like anybody here could stop him, not really. Before he can decide, a strong arm grips him from behind. “Cmon, buddy,” says a gruff voice. “No bothering the bartender.”
He's dragged out and tossed on the street. Pushing himself upright, Sedici stares at the pub and wonders where the hell Desmond has been, and what the hell happened to him. Shrugging, he goes back to his condo.
Ghost in the Machine 5b/6
He finds Desmond's motorcycle at the bottom of the cliffs that overlook the lake. Groaning, he began to climb, though it's much easier now that the rock is dry. He pushes himself up onto the last ledge and finds Desmond staring at the water far below him, his back turned to Sedici.
Beside Desmond, there is a flicker. There's a rush of static in Sedici's ears, then, suddenly, a woman appears. She can't be more than 5' 4”; her hair is a short brown mess, and she sticks her hands in her pockets, tilting her hips in a weirdly boyish way. She's wearing a tight bikini top and loose cargo pants. Desmond smiles at her like she's been there the whole time. Sedici smiles as well, pleased. His playmate has learned how to manipulate the world inside the Animus. First the motorcycle, now a puppet.
“You gonna jump?” she asks. “Lucy says the water's pretty cold.”
“You first.”
She elbows him. “Pussy,” she laughs. But she takes a running jump and leaps, and Desmond follows her, still fully clothed, in seconds. Sedici rushes to the edge, heart in his throat, before remembering that despite the height, there's no way Desmond can get hurt. Below him, he spots Desmond just now hitting the surface of the water; the brown-haired girl is already in, splashing and laughing. There's two more people with them, but Sedici can't make them out.
I'll let him have his fun for a while, Sedici thinks. So he sits and watches Desmond play with his delusions.
Ghost in the Machine 6/6
Sedici knows that out there, out in the real world, Desmond's physical form grows weak and slender; Abstergo hooks it up to care units, medical machinery, gives it supplements and vitamins and food, and they watch helplessly as it slowly dies anyway.
But Sedici isn't concerned. Desmond's consciousness never flickers, it never grows faint. It stays alive, rooted in the machine. If Desmond dies like this, his mind will live on in the Animus – just like Sedici. Their own safe little paradise.
Perhaps it would be better that way.
--
Sedici waits three days for Desmond to become sane, and then he snaps.
He's had quite enough of this foolery. When he walks into the pub; it's crowded, and he struggles to make his way to the bar and the familiar bartender polishing a glass behind the corner. With a snap of his fingers, the crowd vanishes, and Desmond's head snaps up. “What – ” he exclaims, but Sedici has had enough. He's had enough, damn it.
He points at Desmond and snaps his fingers. The pub vanishes. The world vanishes, all except for the two of them, leaving them in an infinitely white plain. Another snap of his fingers, and Desmond's body goes rigid, held still by bands of flickering white that wrap around him like snakes.
“What the fuck,” Desmond hisses, struggling. His arms refuse to move from his sides, and Sedici sees a satisfying bit of terror in his eyes.
“I've had enough of whatever you think you're doing,” Sedici says. “You know who I am.”
Desmond freezes. His expression shifts, like some sort of emotion is struggling to get out. He blows out his air and says, “Alright, fine. I do. I recognize you.”
“And whey have you been pretending otherwise?”
Desmond swallows hard. “I can't deal with this right now. I just – I can't.” He squirms. “I – let me go.”
Sedici chuckles. “No.” Desmond jerks in his bonds, then goes still, no doubt mentally trying to override Sedici's power. It doesn't work. Desmond has some control over the Animus, but Sedici is a god here. “Now. What happened when you left the world? Where did you go?”
Desmond slumps. “Further into the Animus. I wanted to – I was trying to wake up. I'm, I'm in a coma in the real world. I thought if I could... I don't know, work my way out through Ezio's memories...”
“But it didn't work,” Sedici says.
He hides the smile threatening to grow across his face.
“I got tired of it. I as long as I could struggling through Ezio's memories, but I can't get anywhere. Fuck!” He let out a shuddering breath. “This has just been one huge mess ever since I was kidnapped. Even if I managed to get through Ezio's memories and put my consciousness back together – even if I managed to wake up – I'd just be Abstergo's prisoner again. So I... gave up. Decided to avoid you. ”
Sedici lets the smile come, but tries to make it look sympathetic. “Oh, Desmond,” he murmurs. He waves his hand and the bands of force vanish. Desmond crumples on the ground. Sedici kneels and wraps an arm around him comfortingly.
Desmond stiffens for the space of two heartbeats, then he relaxes. Sedici pats him and lets go. “There was no need to avoid me. I won't push you to continue Ezio's memories. It's alright,” he says. “You can't be expected to overcome every challenge. You're human, Desmond.”
Desmond says nothing. Sedici hugs him again and doesn't let Desmond see the nasty smirk he wears.
“It's fine,” Sedici continues. “As you said, there is no point in trying to wake up or escape here. Here, at least, your mind is safe; you have nothing to fear from me. Out there... the Templars would only use you and break you.”
Desmond nods. “Shuan and Rebecca will come for me eventually, anyway,” he said quietly. “I'll wake up then. When I'm safe.”
Sedici lets him go and reforms the world around them. “Exactly,” he says soothingly as the bar reappears. “Exactly.”
--
And with every day that passes, Desmond's body wastes away a little more. Every day, Desmond's consciousness falls a little deeper into the Animus. And every day, Sedici smiles, and knows that Desmond's body will die long before his friends reach him.
And then Desmond will be safe, forever.
Re: Ghost in the Machine 6/6
Re: Ghost in the Machine OP
(Anonymous) 2011-09-30 01:20 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Ghost in the Machine 6/6