Who: Lucy Stillman and Desmond Miles
What: Two assassins on a datetrying to find their Place of Solace. I mean one Assassin and a Novice
Where: All over the city -->The Sanctuary beneath the Auditore Villa
When: Night
Warnings: Closed. Language maybe? Will be updated if needed (in case Desmond finds a bag of oreo)
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Looking for a higher ground, searching for this something missed before. From a higher ground, will I fall in a right direction? )
Desmond...the only good thing that had waltzed into her life since she had started her double life at Abstergo. It was still amazing to her how much he had opened up since he'd woken up on the Animus in the Templars' facility. How much he had changed, for the best, since he had first walked in Altaïr's boots, literally. She turned to look at him as she felt the weight of his hand on her shoulder, seeing his concern in his eyes before hearing it in her head. Lucy couldn't bring herself to share her thoughts with him. It seemed so selfish of her to do so when he was the one giving up everything to help the Assassins. Something inside of her wanted to make her tell the bartender that she didn't have any intentions of sending him back into the Animus. At least not any time soon. But instead she nodded slowly:
'Yes. I guess I didn't expect this place to look so much like...home, you know?' she thought as she gave him a small reassuring smile. It was the least she could do for him. To stay as strong as he thought she was.
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'For all we know, this might be Rebecca's or Shaun's Place of Solace. But either way, this place will be perfect to set up a base for all of us Assassins' she thought, trying to focus on a more professional view of the situation instead of letting her thoughts wander to places she shouldn't visit. Like how she really wanted to prove to Desmond that she could have fun, or how sometimes she wished they had met under better circumstances than 'get into a machine I help built that's gonna turn you insane, but really it's for mankind's best interests'.
Moving to boot up her computer, she gave Desmond another look. It was strangely reassuring that he had felt the safest when around her...around them. But she couldn't help the sudden pang in her heart as she realized that here, in this world, he didn't need them like he did back in their world. Here, he was safe, with no Templars and no impending doom hanging over their head. She knew she needed to cling to the thought that everything they all went through had been enough to forge a friendship that would stay strong in this place as well. Lucy didn't even want to fathom the thought of Desmond distancing himself from their group.
Lucy's gaze lowered from the novice to look at the Animus again. No Templars, no end of the world plot could also mean that all of them could have a chance at a normal life, here. The blond Assassin wasn't even sure she could remember what a normal life was anyway, but it didn't change the fact that the thought was a pleasant one. Still, she had to wonder: would she have the guts to reach out for what she really wanted, no matter the consequences? Despite herself, that single thought was strong enough for her to look back at Desmond, her cheeks warming up lightly at the implications tumbling in her head.
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