Desmond Miles ❖ 15

[failssassin]

Who: failssassin and somarium
Where: Somni main Hospital
Style: Starts in third, but I'll follow anyone's choice
Status: OPEN!

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[stfu_desmond]

“You mean back in Rome, don’t you?” The question didn’t really need an answer; she knew where he meant he thought he was. Honestly she couldn’t blame him, she would have done anything, paid any price, even taken up wishing on a star if it would guarantee that they could get back home and finish what they had begun when it came to their work.

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.”

[failssassin]

"Yeah, I meant Rome" he said with a small nod. He then gave Lucy a long look, wondering if he should ask or not his next question, half fearing the answer. But he knew he needed to know and after a moment of silence, he spoke again: "What's the last thing you remember before getting here?"

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?"