04 ❥

[requiems]

let's do a thing!
• comment with your character. pick a respondent. any situation, any time.
first meetings, fighting together, first dates, whatever.
identify your universe, though! (original, au, game canon...)
• let's do a psl.
• ???
• profit!!

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lucy, chillin at monteriggioni

[animi]

[ the fleeting moments in between sessions aren't enough to solidify Desmond's sense of self. if anything, these periods of time interspersed between running on rooftops in the 15th century twist and collide to form the beginnings of a dream: every time he finds his fingers flexing for Ezio, as Ezio, walking through his uncle's property, he remembers the streets fallen into a state of disrepair. recalls things that have yet to happen, and the worst part is, there's nothing memorable enough happening in the present to discredit the experience as a dream. when he speaks to the other assassins, it's only for a second. when he goes for a walk, or a run, or a series of jumps and complicated free falls, he's all alone. there's no one to tell him that yes Desmond, this is really happening. there's no one to slap him to wake him up, or prove there's nothing to wake up from.

so tonight? tonight, Desmond decides, will be different.

he's not masochistic enough to ask Shaun. and he knows Rebecca, sweet as she is, will want to stick around to work on the Animus. that's fine. he's pretty sure he wouldn't know the first thing about circuit boards or who even knows what. it's never really been Desmond's area of expertise. which leaves him with one option. not one he minds too much either.

groggily brushing off the blissful post-animus undertow threatening to sweep him under, he stumbles over to the blonde, placing the heel of his palm against her desk. leans forward, silent for a full minute while he gathers his wits about him, not wanting to slur his proposition, then offers her possibly the dorkiest smile that's ever graced the lands of Italy. maybe he'll score some points for being cute. or pathetic. either works. ]

So uh. Nice night, huh? [ what the fuck Desmond, you're like three floors underground with no windows. ] I was wondering, if you weren't too busy I mean, I was wondering if you wanted to go for a walk. With me. Outside. I mean, if you want.

[crossdarkens]

[It's somewhat become routine. She knows Desmond is up, but unlike the first few days, it's now a case of acknowledgement and continuing with what you have to do, whatever self imposed assignment or research or collaborating data or supply runs. Not often do his hours of rest align with theirs.

Likewise, as she knows Desmond is up she knows when he reaches her desk. Her eyes flicker in his direction for a microsecond, before she returns to what she's doing. It's an e-mail to William, incidently, and she continues typing, waiting. She knows he's going to say something, so her focus is mostly off, but she's giving him the time he needs to say it, half looking at the screen, half at him.

When he does smile though, she's looking completely at him. She may not be willing to admit it outright or ever, but it is sort of, maybe, possibly, cute. Endearing. Christ, Desmond, you make everything planned and presupposed ten shades more difficult when you do that. It almost makes her feel like she belongs. Don't look at her like she's your favourite person. Not with what's to come.

... Then he goes and ruins it with the next thing he says.] I suppose so. [From what she can tell from being several metres under ground, but okay, indulgence. At least he manages to pick up for the next part, though this in turn makes her fall silent.

Should she, really? Should she because of being the Siren? Should she because she wants to? Should she because she still has this blasted e-mail to write to try to pry Bill over to actually listening to her?

She should go. She does sort of want to.

And Bill can wait. He made her wait seven years.]

Why not. I could use a break. [She logs off in one fluid keystroke.] Where exactly did you have in mind? [It's limited, yeah, but, well, let's pretend it's normal and not sneaking around in a forgeign town after dark because that's their only option.]