Prince Dastan ◊ 019
Who: hides_thedagger and scientize
Where: Naomi's Lab in Somni
Style: Starts in first, but either is fine
Status: Closed That means no cockblocking, Javert
[It took him a few days to be able to stand in front of Naomi's door like this. Not because he had been evading her well, he might have had at first, but simply because the latest days had kept him busy. After his 'childhood' disaster, he had returned to his cottage to dress up--the bedsheets were sadly now covered with mud and dirt--but only to find out that he couldn't stay in his home for the moment. There had been too many memories associated to the Italian brother he had lost a few days before. And so he had packed a few things and had run back to the city, dropping to the Assassin's Bureau to make sure Altaïr had still been there. The Syrian had not asked why the Persian had wanted to stay at the hideout for a few days, but Dastan was sure the man knew why.
Despite the few days of sulking, he had been blessed with Ezio's return none the less. Even if his brother had not remembered him at all at first. It had hurt, as much as it did when the Princess had looked at him with very few recognition in her eyes, but at least the man had recovered his memories after a couple of days. It was easy to see that the Italian had still a lot on his mind, and it had worried the Prince, even though he hadn't voice out his thoughts. He wanted to believe that in time, Ezio would tell him as much as he could about what had happened in the 15 years he had disappeared.
Now reacquainted with his brother, Dastan had taken the time to shop for new sheets, seeing that those he 'borrowed' were ruined from his run back home. The shopping experience in itself at been something, but at least he had been able to find good replacement for what he had ruined.
After making sure Naomi would be alone in her lab--he had no desire what's so ever to see the Inspector--Dastan had made his way into the city and he now finds himself on her doorstep, knocking on her door.]
Where: Naomi's Lab in Somni
Style: Starts in first, but either is fine
Status: Closed That means no cockblocking, Javert
[It took him a few days to be able to stand in front of Naomi's door like this. Not because he had been evading her well, he might have had at first, but simply because the latest days had kept him busy. After his 'childhood' disaster, he had returned to his cottage to dress up--the bedsheets were sadly now covered with mud and dirt--but only to find out that he couldn't stay in his home for the moment. There had been too many memories associated to the Italian brother he had lost a few days before. And so he had packed a few things and had run back to the city, dropping to the Assassin's Bureau to make sure Altaïr had still been there. The Syrian had not asked why the Persian had wanted to stay at the hideout for a few days, but Dastan was sure the man knew why.
Despite the few days of sulking, he had been blessed with Ezio's return none the less. Even if his brother had not remembered him at all at first. It had hurt, as much as it did when the Princess had looked at him with very few recognition in her eyes, but at least the man had recovered his memories after a couple of days. It was easy to see that the Italian had still a lot on his mind, and it had worried the Prince, even though he hadn't voice out his thoughts. He wanted to believe that in time, Ezio would tell him as much as he could about what had happened in the 15 years he had disappeared.
Now reacquainted with his brother, Dastan had taken the time to shop for new sheets, seeing that those he 'borrowed' were ruined from his run back home. The shopping experience in itself at been something, but at least he had been able to find good replacement for what he had ruined.
After making sure Naomi would be alone in her lab--he had no desire what's so ever to see the Inspector--Dastan had made his way into the city and he now finds himself on her doorstep, knocking on her door.]