Desmond Miles ❖ 16
Who: failssassin, somarium and some lovely MISTLETOE
Where: Somni Shopping district
Style: Starts in third, but will follow the lead!
Status: OPEN!!! Come get your kiss/brohug from the novice!
( This the time to be jolly, falalalalala... )
Where: Somni Shopping district
Style: Starts in third, but will follow the lead!
Status: OPEN!!! Come get your kiss/brohug from the novice!
( This the time to be jolly, falalalalala... )
Desmond didn’t seem to want much to do with herself, or anyone else for that matter; whenever she went to his bar to try and locate him she was either told he wasn’t coming in that day or that his shift had already passed. She was asked if she wanted the address to his apartment, but she’d turned it down. If he was avoiding her, which she assumed he was, she would give him his time. The team leader didn’t understand why he wanted to avoid her, but didn’t question it - he probably had his reasons.
Still, she felt awkward and alone in this strange area. She would never admit it, but it would have been nice to talk to him about the place a bit more before he’d decided to keep to himself. For the time being Lucy had taken to occupying herself by wandering around the city, exploring and trying to make sense of things. She was rounding a corner in her ventures when she was hit into by someone also wandering along. Letting a grunt pass her lips as she stumbled from the collision, she lifted her head to look at who it was but found herself recognizing the voice apologizing before she could even note the hooded sweater he was wearing.
“Desmond…” She almost sounded surprised to see him, as though it was a complete shock to find the man still here, even. Instantly though, she frowned. They had been avoiding one another for some time now; it was a bit strange to see him after having attempted to pursue him only to turn up with nothing to show for it.
Lucy was about to ask him how he was feeling at the very least, but had this sudden urge to grab the novice. She shook her head, trying to force the urge away from herself but it remained. “Uh-” For a moment, she stared at the young man which was not helping the urge that was beginning to surge through her all the more strongly than before. “Um, I-”
A step closer to him followed by another…
“Des-”
She lifted her arms and without thought put into it, found herself grasping the fabric of his sweater just over his chest, tugging him closer to herself as she stepped even closer, removing any and all distance between them. Seconds later she lifted her chin and leaned forward, grazing her lips against the novice’s, pressing and without warning to the poor boy - kissed.
Rather deeply, at that.
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He gave her a torn look while she seemingly struggled with her words, taking a step forward without taking about it, simply trying to...be there or something. Desmond felt the same pull toward the blond and he didn't move away as she closed the distance between them. The irresistible desire to simply kiss her, to explain everything with that intimate moment washed over him and as Lucy reached for his shirt, he realized that he had felt this before. The year before, around this time of the year too. It was too late to look up over their head for that magical ornament Desmond could guess was there and all he could do was to give in the need to kiss.
And give in he did. The moment their lips connected, his arms had wrapped around her smaller frame, one playing on her back to press her even closer to him while the other slid up to cup her head gently. Part of Desmond couldn't believe this was really happening, not only because of what had happened back in their world or since they were both here, but simply because this seemed something coming straight out of his wildest dreams. He had always knew he liked Lucy, had tried to hide it to others, but now that he had her in his arms, the bartender couldn't seem to be able to let her go. She tasted exactly like he dreamed she would: something sweet yet spicy, something to her own image. He returned her kiss, his own turning a bit more desperate as he felt the influence of the mistletoe slowly fade away. He wasn't ready to let her go, to push her away from his embrace. And so, either out of boldness or stupidity, he kept kissing until his lungs burned with the need of air.
Only then did he broke the kiss, but Desmond kept Lucy in his arms, leaning his forehead against hers as he caught his breath. "I'm sorry..." he apologized in a whisper, though he couldn't tell if he was doing so for avoiding her or for kissing her. He wanted nothing but to steal another one from her, one that wouldn't due to the mistletoe's magic, but he didn't.
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What the hell had just happened? Why the sudden need to kiss him? Why the inability to stop herself from doing so? And why had she kept going once it was gone?
“Desmond…”
Why was he apologizing? She was the one that had leaned into him and kissed, wasn’t she? Squeezing her hands against the fabric of his sweater, Lucy gazed over him; embarrassed.
“I- I’m sorry. I don’t know why I did that.”
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"Don't apologize. It's this world screwing up with us." So saying, the novice reached for one of the mistletoe's leaf that had landed in Lucy's hair as it had 'popped' once they had kissed. He hated to think that their first kiss, and probably their only one, hadn't been initiated on their own volition. But he hated more the fact that he would still cherish this moment for the rest of his life now.
"This is not the first Christmas these ornaments are floating around. I've seen my share of girls slapping boys last year" he said with a small amused smile, keeping to himself that he had fallen prey to the mistletoe curse the year before.
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“The world is screwing with us?” She repeated the words he spoke because they lacked in sense; something she was realizing was a major theme around the city she found herself in. Furrowing her brow in a mixture of annoyance and bitterness at being made to kiss someone for the city’s pleasure apparently, Lucy folded her arms over her chest, irritated. “The city just happens to like forcing people to kiss each other for no reason?”
Shifting her position where she stood, continuing to avert her gaze from his. “How many times you get slapped?”
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"Yeah. It's something it likes to do regularly. When it's not enchanted ornaments, it's flood and monsters." For the moment, Desmond chose to keep to himself the false memories they had been given at one point. It still felt surreal to him that he had been somewhat happy with his life then. "I suppose none of us really gets bored here." That last part had been said with his usual sarcastic tone: none of the 'visitors' of this world were happy with what they were constantly put through.
Even though Lucy wasn't looking at him, the bartender gave her a flat look. "None. I'm not Ezio." The year before, he had been lucky enough to only kiss one girl and the young woman hadn't mind that much.
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“Yeah - someone I spoke to had mentioned the ‘monsters’ around here. Not that it makes much sense either way. I mean… monsters, really?” Arms still folded over her chest, she arched a brow to him. “Yeah, everyone seems pretty peachy here.”
Despite not looking at him and completely missing the look he was giving to her, Lucy smirked to herself as he mentioned the name of his ancestor. True, he wasn’t Ezio but that didn’t change the fact that they were related which meant Lucy could at least tease him a little bit about his bloodline and the womanizing his ancestor was famed for. “You are his blood, though.”
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"We had blizzards and floods too. Oh, and a giant statue ruining the city. It's been a blast, really." The more they were talking, the more Desmond was seeing how he had really missed Lucy. Not only since he had woken up, but since he had showed up in Somarium. He had missed their banter, missed her support and the way she seemed to making everything worth fighting for. It made the thought of what he had done to her even harder to bear and Desmond forced himself not to think about it at the moment.
It was his turn to cross his arms over his chest, his lips turning into a slight pout: "Well, maybe, but apparently some skills aren't passed through Animus sessions." He wasn't awkward with women, generally, but he was no where as suave and charming as his Italian ancestor.
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