Desmond Miles ❖ 010
Who: failssassin, ischarming, eventually nolessthanseven and halfthelady
Where: Outside the Lightwood Mansion in Espoir, very late at night (backdated to right after Desmond's dream)
Style: Starts in third, but first for speed?
Status: Closed. PM if you want in though
Warnings: Violence, blood and language Stupid immature boys rolling in the dirt punching each other. Might be sexy. Bring the popcorn and bandaid.
The run to the Lightwood mansion had been long enough for Desmond to realize that this wasn't his best idea. He still could feel the drive of the anger that had risen while exchange insults with Jace, but now that he could think clearly, he was starting to regret riling the other young man up. Not that he would ever said it out loud, nor turn around and evade this. He'd rather lose the fight completely than not showing up at all. The novice knew all too well this was just a show of ego and in the back of his mind, he could nearly hear Altaïr's voice scolding him for not learning any lessons from the past of his ancestors. Which did nothing to quail the frustration running in his blood. It had been hard enough to live with constant nightmares, but to finally have one showing up on the network had been a breaking straw for Desmond. And that was why he had so easily, and perhaps even gladly, taken the bait with Jace, so he could channel that anger and frustration somewhere, so he could at least think of something else. Still, the bartender was very lucid on his winning chance with this upcoming fight. He had no doubts that Jace was like his sister and Jessamine, a Shadowhunter, and had trained a part of his life to end demons when asked to. The young man probably had some skills, while Desmond was still very hesitant to tap into all the potentiel his ancestors had left in his DNA. The only fighting he had done had been at the hideout against the Abstergo's guards, and here against the thugs Altaïr had tracked down months ago. He was nowhere near ready for this, but it didn't matter anymore. He was already nearing the Mansion now.
Jumping from the rooftop of the cottage by the Mansion, Desmond crouched on the fence wall bordering the Lightwood home, running almost silently to the back of the building. There, he dropped to the ground, waiting in the shadows for Jace to show up. Maybe if he was lucky enough, the other male would have given up on waiting for him?
Where: Outside the Lightwood Mansion in Espoir, very late at night (backdated to right after Desmond's dream)
Style: Starts in third, but first for speed?
Status: Closed. PM if you want in though
Warnings: Violence, blood and language Stupid immature boys rolling in the dirt punching each other. Might be sexy. Bring the popcorn and bandaid.
The run to the Lightwood mansion had been long enough for Desmond to realize that this wasn't his best idea. He still could feel the drive of the anger that had risen while exchange insults with Jace, but now that he could think clearly, he was starting to regret riling the other young man up. Not that he would ever said it out loud, nor turn around and evade this. He'd rather lose the fight completely than not showing up at all. The novice knew all too well this was just a show of ego and in the back of his mind, he could nearly hear Altaïr's voice scolding him for not learning any lessons from the past of his ancestors. Which did nothing to quail the frustration running in his blood. It had been hard enough to live with constant nightmares, but to finally have one showing up on the network had been a breaking straw for Desmond. And that was why he had so easily, and perhaps even gladly, taken the bait with Jace, so he could channel that anger and frustration somewhere, so he could at least think of something else. Still, the bartender was very lucid on his winning chance with this upcoming fight. He had no doubts that Jace was like his sister and Jessamine, a Shadowhunter, and had trained a part of his life to end demons when asked to. The young man probably had some skills, while Desmond was still very hesitant to tap into all the potentiel his ancestors had left in his DNA. The only fighting he had done had been at the hideout against the Abstergo's guards, and here against the thugs Altaïr had tracked down months ago. He was nowhere near ready for this, but it didn't matter anymore. He was already nearing the Mansion now.
Jumping from the rooftop of the cottage by the Mansion, Desmond crouched on the fence wall bordering the Lightwood home, running almost silently to the back of the building. There, he dropped to the ground, waiting in the shadows for Jace to show up. Maybe if he was lucky enough, the other male would have given up on waiting for him?