Desmond Miles ❖ 15
Who: failssassin and somarium
Where: Somni main Hospital
Style: Starts in third, but I'll follow anyone's choice
Status: OPEN!
( It's like I'm paranoid lookin' over my back, It's like a whirlwind inside of my head, It's like I can't stop what I'm hearing within, It's like the face inside is right beneath my skin )
Where: Somni main Hospital
Style: Starts in third, but I'll follow anyone's choice
Status: OPEN!
( It's like I'm paranoid lookin' over my back, It's like a whirlwind inside of my head, It's like I can't stop what I'm hearing within, It's like the face inside is right beneath my skin )
“Desmond…” The team leader’s voice went soft, most unlike her usual, a tone she tended to reserve to private moments with herself more than any other. She wasn’t sure what the hell had happened to him, but something had shaken the novice - why was he apologizing to her? Unsure what else to do, she slid her arms smoothly around the young man’s shoulders and set a palm to the back of his head to cradle him against the crook of her neck where he’d taken refuge.
The female assassin still didn’t know what he was apologetic about, whatever it was didn’t matter. There were a thousand things that Lucy could have taken the time to apologize to him for, many of them he deserved at least a sorry for, things she would probably never offer one for - she didn’t think he needed to offer her anything short of his best efforts when it came to their work, even though it would be impossible to work against Templars here in the city. All the events surrounding Sixteen, all the dives in the animus, constantly putting him into danger - Vidic…
She closed her eyes, setting her cheek to rest against the top of his head. Frowning, Lucy sighed gently. At the very least, despite having yanked all his tubing and IVs from his body, he was safe. Him being safe was all she cared about in that moment.
Quietly, she spoke: “You have nothing to apologize for, ever.”
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As much as he was comfortable hugging her, Desmond let Lucy go after a moment, leaning back against his bed. It felt strange to see her there, alive, it was almost...unbelievable. Still, the novice offered her a very small smile before he gave his room a look over. If he was with Lucy, it had to mean that the Templars were not behind his medical care, right? It meant that they were somewhat safe, no? Still, Desmond wanted to know how he had managed to find himself in the hospital, he couldn't quite remember what had happened.
"What happened? How did I get here?" he croaked before clearing his throat, wincing at the painful instinct.
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“I’m not sure what happened,” she sighed. “I wasn’t here when, well, whatever happened to you happened.”
“I asked-” she continued, “but no one seemed to know what to tell me. Just that you suddenly fell into a coma and some people found you at what I’m told is your bar. They brought you here. Best place for you to be, comatose and all, wouldn’t you say?”
After she spoke, Lucy glanced away from the young bartender. She couldn’t help but feel like this was somehow her fault, that this had something to do with the animus and all the similarities to what happened with Sixteen. She pushed a nervous hand through her hair and fell quiet, uncertain what more to say to him. Was it her fault? Had she done it again?
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'His bar?' The last place he had own a bar was back in that strange dreamworld he had been living in for the past year. Desmond blinked and the crease on his forehead deepened before he reached for the hospital bracelet around his wrist. With slightly trembling fingers, he turned it until he could read the name of the establishment. 'Somni General Hospital'. There was no doubt now and he couldn't help the slacking of his shoulders and the slightly whining tone:
"No....I'm still here...."
Gone was the hope of Lucy being truly alive. Appearing in the dreamworld meant nothing: dead people had showed up all the time after all. The bartender gave the blond a torn look and instantly recognized the look she was giving him before she moved her gaze away from him. It was the same look Lucy always gave him whenever he would make a bad joke about his sanity: that look of guilt he wished so many times to find a way to erase it from her face.
"I remember falling down...I must have hit my head..." It was the lamest lie ever pulled by the novice, but he couldn't tell Lucy what he had collapse after seeing what had happened to them in Rome. Not when she was thinking this was all her fault.
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“I wasn’t here yet. I got here sometime after you fell into this… Coma.”
The word ‘coma’ alone was bothering her. Frowning, she shook her head. Straight face, Lucy. she told herself. The woman had always been good at putting on a mask and hiding when she was feeling uncomfortable, that wasn't changing right now. Any discomfort that the blond would be displaying right now would be because of her worry for Desmond, anyway.
“Where else would you be?” It didn’t occur to her that one could vanish from here and return to their own world somehow, mostly because she thought she was stuck here based on things she had heard and learned from people in the town.
Again though, she frowned. That was a horrible attempt at a lie he had just told her, her chest panged with guilt just knowing that he was fibbing about what had taken place. She could only imagine what the hell had occurred to cause his sudden coma. What was he doing to strain himself? It couldn’t have anything to do with the animus as it wasn’t present here in Somarium, but the effects that it had on him were ever present - and were probably taking its toll on him.
“Desmond…” her voice was quiet, riddled with guilt and worry for him. Lucy was trying to think of how to say to him that it was alright for him to tell her what had really happened, what caused the problem and whether he thought he needed help with it. Whatever he needed, Lucy would have been more than okay with providing to him, but…
“So you fell. Better watch yourself if you’re falling and hitting your head hard enough to knock yourself out for a few weeks.” It was clear that she didn’t buy a word of what he just said to her, however she didn’t want to stir the pot if he didn’t want to talk about it. Instead of asking him about what took place, she bit her tongue and held back.
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Half naked and freezing as he sat on the floor, Desmond moved to pull himself back into his bed, his eyes sweeping the areas to try and locate a shirt or a blanket before the goosebumps on his skin turned into shivers. He could easily hear in Lucy's tone that she wasn't buying his lie, not even one bit and part of wanted to smile at that. She knew him so well already and if he was being honest with himself, he had missed being called out on his bullshit. Grabbing the black T-shirt that was neatly folded on the bedside table, the novice slipped it on, taking in strides how the blond had willingly brushed away his attempt at slipping past an honest answer about his coma. He had no doubts that she would ask him again later when Lucy would think he was well enough to be grilled about the incident.
"Yeah, I was thinking of having the walls of my apartment padded to make sure this doesn't happen again."
He wasn't entirely sure how he had ended up in a real coma instead of sleep one, but he knew it had everything to do with the last memories he now had about their world.
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Lucy, having arrived only to be told that Desmond was in a sudden coma, had fallen into a deep recess of fear and worry when it came to her other teammates. Shaun and Rebecca’s failures to be present in the random city she was currently occupying was weighing heavy on her conscience - did something happen to them? Like the emotions she was repressing when it came to Desmond’s sudden comatose state, Lucy was trying not to blame herself for what was going on here. For all she knew something had happened back in Rome, Abstergo had caught them and this was some crazed world Vidic had invented and immersed them all into via animus-like machines. Pushing back a frown, she watched as the bartender lifted himself and crawled into his bed once more.
Typically the woman wouldn’t have been alright with joking about Desmond’s mental state, but in the moment she figured the jesting might help him feel a bit better.
“Yeah that might make the future falls a little cozier.”
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Would Lucy ask about this world to the novice, he would have been able to put her doubts and fears to rest. A full year later after his arrival, he was starting to know the ins and outs of the dreamworld, and knew they had no reason to worry about the team mates they left in their world. Well, perhaps not, as Desmond had no idea how Rebecca and Shaun would have taken the fact that he had stabbed Lucy. Would they turn against him in the future? He would certainly not blame them if they did.
Though he was surprised that Lucy hadn't protest against his joke about his sanity, he offered her a small smile that didn't reach his eyes: "Yeah, though I think it'd be one Hell of chore to clean it. Too bad Shaun's not here."
He then fell into another silence, as his gaze remained on the blond. She looked exhausted and overwhelmed and he instantly felt the guilt gripping his heart as he knew he was the reason she was looking like that. He was torn about what to do next: part of him wanted to keep Lucy close so he could make sure she'd get the life she deserved to have: no worries, no long working hours, some time to have some fun. But there was still this insidious voice in his head that reminded him that he was the one that stolen that life from her, that she would never be able to have it if he stayed in her life. It hurt to think that the moment he finally had her with him in this world, he would have to give her away. But perhaps it was for the best. There was nothing showing on his expression about his mental debate when he finally spoke again:
"When did you arrive here? I mean, in Somarium?"
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