❝ we're going out tonight to kick out every light. ❞

[milesawayfrom]

Who: milesawayfrom and YOU! (OPEN TO ALL)
What: It's Desmond's birthday, but he's not out and about partying or letting it be known. Instead, he's either wandering the streets of Aliunde towards 7th Heaven or he's chilling in the Assassin's Hideout.
Where: Near 7th Heaven/Assassin Hideout
When: March 13th! Evening/Night
Rating: PG-13 for PROBABLY BAD LANGUAGE

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[mamassassin]

Maria had more time on her hands than she knew what to do with. There had been little for her to really do in the City of Aliunde and, while she appreciated their company and assistance, she had been trying not to rely on her son and descendent too often. And it wasn't as if she couldn't take care of herself. On the contrary, Maria Auditore could still be a handful if one were to think her age would make her senile.

Now, having all this free time did allow her to the chance to pick up a few old hobbies of hers. One of those in particular being baking.

And just as she had her ways of finding information back, she still had a few tricks up her dress sleeves. Not too long ago she had learned of her great great to whatever power grandson had a birthday coming up. While it was not much she had decided that she would bake him a dessert for that day. Everyone in Aliunde were far from the homes and having to spend such a special occasion here was not something she would imagine anyone looking forward to. Hence why that brisk afternoon she followed the same path Ezio had shown her before to the Brotherhood's hideout with a small creme cake wrapped up carefully for safe travels.

[milesawayfrom]

Desmond had entered the rather empty looking hideout and sat down at the desk Ezio normally occupied. He dropped his bag on the floor (after awkwardly moving it around his shoulder) and kicked his feet up on the desk. He put his one good arm behind his head and looked up at the ceiling. Isabela had agreed to help, which was good, but he wasn't sure how to help her get the business up on it's feet. Desmond had said he would help and he intended to, but he only made so much and most of it went to the Brotherhood was it was.

He looked up when the sound of the door opened, seeing Maria Auditore walk in. Desmond stood up right away. It was still a bit awkward talking to her, but he was getting used to her being there.

"Salute, Maria."

[mamassassin]

"Salute, Desmond," replied Maria with a smile. Seeing him get to his feet she waved for him to sit back, shaking her head. "Per favore, do not get up on my account. Sedere." Her tone at that last word was the same stern but in only a way a mother could say it tone.

The carefully wrapped bundle was set down on the desk. When noticing his arm in the sling an eyebrow rose, a questioning look upon her face. She had long since grown used to seeing her sons coming home in bandages or slings. That was how boys and young men were. That didn't mean she couldn't be concerned though. "Out getting into trouble are you?"

[milesawayfrom]

There was a protest on the tip of his tongue, but he knew the mother tone of Maria Auditore well enough by living Ezio's memories. He did as she instructed, slowly sitting down back in the chair and making sure he didn't smack his arm into something and hurt his shoulder more.

"You are kind of an important figure." Desmond gave a lame excuse for falling into manners he had picked up from his ancestors. His eyes then went to the cake and blinked at it before looking back up to find her questioning look. Oh, crap.

"Not really." He said. "I just got into a brawl. Nothing big."

[mamassassin]

That "Oh, crap" look? She had witnessed that expression more times than she could count. Seriously. Having three sons and a husband guaranteed this.

"Of course you were," Maria said, a smile hinting at her lips. "Let me guess, my son just so happened to be your opponent?"

[milesawayfrom]

It's one thing when he knew this woman through the memories of her son, and entirely different when she knew him just because of similar family traits that apparently span over centuries. Desmond found it kind of creepy, but it might have been a mom thing.

"...Yeah." Shit, it really was a mom thing to know. "Is it written on my face?"