Desmond Miles ❖ 012
Who: failssassin and somarium !!
Where: On the rooftop of his newly constructed (bis!) club
Style: Starts in third, but I'll match
Status: Semi-Open. Seeing as Desmond is not going to be very friendly right now, only characters with past CR with him will be able to have a conversation with him. If you think your character can help even though he/she doesn't know Des, just PM and we'll figure out something.
It had been a real hard reality check when no calls had come from Lucy after his recent nightmare. He knew she had been gone for weeks before that, but naively he had hoped for her to just...waltz back when he needed her the most. But now, he was left with figuring out what his dream meant by himself. Not only that, but the surprising return of both his ancestors, alongside Malik as well. There was so much he needed to tell them, but there was so much he didn't want to tell them too. Getting kidnapped by the Templars was not exactly his most brilliant moment after all. Desmond inwardly winced at the memory of his time at Abstergo, at the stories he was told of the other subject and he raised the bottle of whiskey in his hand to his lips, taking in a long sip, the hard burn of it nearly bringing tears to his eyes.
The alcohol was already flowing into his veins, leaving him numb and the novice looked up from his dangling legs on the edge of the rooftop of his club. It was due to open soon, the exterior finished and just a few things to finish inside. It would be good to drown himself back into work, because to Desmond, this world seemed only to throw him curve balls. First, Lucy, then this morning, both Jessamine and Chloe. It seemed that anyone he got close to was leaving this world. He knew Chloe would be happy to go back to her home, to her friends and her treasures. But for Jessamine, it was another story. Even if she didn't like Somarium, she wasn't looking forward to go back to her homeworld. Like him, it was easier to live in this dreamworld, where they could pretend to have a normal life. Well, as normal as they can have in Somarium.
Speaking of normal lives, Desmond slipped his hand into the pocket of his hoodie to retrieve the engagement ring he had given Jessamine when this whole place had turned back time to the 1920s. He hated that those memories still felt so real even after months they had happened. And the new ones he had acquired after that dream of his were as much confusing to him. Mixed within were his own time with his team under the Villa--the emails, the training, the team dinners, the teasing--and then there were Ezio's, his struggle to get back in shape, his mourning of Mario, his work around Roma and the most painful of all, his learning of having an unrequited love for Caterina Sforza. It wasn't helping that Desmond had managed to unlock other memories as well, and the one that weight the heaviest on his heart was the burial of the Auditore family. He still had no idea what had happened to his own family after the Templars raided the Farm, and even though he wasn't close to his parents, he wouldn't want to relive this sorrow a second time.
Twirling the ring in his finger, the novice took another long drink from the bottle, downing it to its half already. It didn't matter much, he had another one with him. Perhaps he should simply drink himself silly and pass out on the roof. Would he roll off, there was a pile of hay conveniently placed below him. At worse he could always use the ladder on the wall at the back of the club. It had been a long while since he had been this drunk and while he knew this wasn't the solution, he relished in the numbness for a moment. One pause in this miserable existence, one where he would have to think properly.
Where: On the rooftop of his newly constructed (bis!) club
Style: Starts in third, but I'll match
Status: Semi-Open. Seeing as Desmond is not going to be very friendly right now, only characters with past CR with him will be able to have a conversation with him. If you think your character can help even though he/she doesn't know Des, just PM and we'll figure out something.
It had been a real hard reality check when no calls had come from Lucy after his recent nightmare. He knew she had been gone for weeks before that, but naively he had hoped for her to just...waltz back when he needed her the most. But now, he was left with figuring out what his dream meant by himself. Not only that, but the surprising return of both his ancestors, alongside Malik as well. There was so much he needed to tell them, but there was so much he didn't want to tell them too. Getting kidnapped by the Templars was not exactly his most brilliant moment after all. Desmond inwardly winced at the memory of his time at Abstergo, at the stories he was told of the other subject and he raised the bottle of whiskey in his hand to his lips, taking in a long sip, the hard burn of it nearly bringing tears to his eyes.
The alcohol was already flowing into his veins, leaving him numb and the novice looked up from his dangling legs on the edge of the rooftop of his club. It was due to open soon, the exterior finished and just a few things to finish inside. It would be good to drown himself back into work, because to Desmond, this world seemed only to throw him curve balls. First, Lucy, then this morning, both Jessamine and Chloe. It seemed that anyone he got close to was leaving this world. He knew Chloe would be happy to go back to her home, to her friends and her treasures. But for Jessamine, it was another story. Even if she didn't like Somarium, she wasn't looking forward to go back to her homeworld. Like him, it was easier to live in this dreamworld, where they could pretend to have a normal life. Well, as normal as they can have in Somarium.
Speaking of normal lives, Desmond slipped his hand into the pocket of his hoodie to retrieve the engagement ring he had given Jessamine when this whole place had turned back time to the 1920s. He hated that those memories still felt so real even after months they had happened. And the new ones he had acquired after that dream of his were as much confusing to him. Mixed within were his own time with his team under the Villa--the emails, the training, the team dinners, the teasing--and then there were Ezio's, his struggle to get back in shape, his mourning of Mario, his work around Roma and the most painful of all, his learning of having an unrequited love for Caterina Sforza. It wasn't helping that Desmond had managed to unlock other memories as well, and the one that weight the heaviest on his heart was the burial of the Auditore family. He still had no idea what had happened to his own family after the Templars raided the Farm, and even though he wasn't close to his parents, he wouldn't want to relive this sorrow a second time.
Twirling the ring in his finger, the novice took another long drink from the bottle, downing it to its half already. It didn't matter much, he had another one with him. Perhaps he should simply drink himself silly and pass out on the roof. Would he roll off, there was a pile of hay conveniently placed below him. At worse he could always use the ladder on the wall at the back of the club. It had been a long while since he had been this drunk and while he knew this wasn't the solution, he relished in the numbness for a moment. One pause in this miserable existence, one where he would have to think properly.