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Desmond Miles ❖ 005

Jan 31, 2011 23:28

Who: failssassin and halfthelady
Where: Espoir and the Shadowhunters manor
Style: Third
Status: Closed and backdated to the Nocterea and Yeti attack

( No matter the state of the world, a promise is a promise )

jessamine lovelace, !location: espoir, desmond miles

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halfthelady February 1 2011, 05:18:24 UTC

Jessamine was out of breath by the time they climbed into the safety of the mansion and she could still her heart thudding in her chest. It was rather quiet, but she had no doubt that the rest of the occupants were ridding the sudden influx of Noctarae that had come out of nowhere. A flicker of concern passed on her face, but it was quickly gone, her Shadowhunter mentality kicking in ( ... )

failssassin February 1 2011, 05:29:53 UTC

"I'm fine" he weakly protested, nearly stumbling as she pulled him forward. Okay, maybe he wasn't as fine as he thought. He hated that letting his instincts kicking in while fighting meant Bleeding Effect episodes afterward. He didn't want Jessamine to think that he couldn't fight. Well, more like he didn't had stamina. It was all about ego here, and all about no disappointing the young woman. No doubt this was a trait passed down from his ancestors, but still Desmond knew he'd have to muse on why this was important to him, but now was not the time ( ... )

halfthelady February 1 2011, 05:37:15 UTC

Jessamine couldn't help but colour a bit at the comment but she rolled her eyes nonetheless when she caught the smirk on his lips. She tried to look offended but it was difficult to do so when she was trying her best not to look embarrassed. "Well we tried dining and look how that turned out." Jessamine gave him a little smirk of her own before turning to hurry to the nearby bathroom. "I should hope so. If you have enough effort to jest like that, then you have to be capable of removing a piece of clothing ( ... )

failssassin February 1 2011, 05:43:26 UTC

"Well, you will never be able to complain that I'm a boring date, that's for sure." The bartender averted his eyes away for a short moment when he realized that each time they've gone out together, strange things had happened to them. Like kissing out of the blue because of an enchanted ornament floating over their heads. Or monsters coming out of nowhere ( ... )

halfthelady February 1 2011, 06:09:47 UTC

A humored smile passed on her lips and her eyes met his for a moment before she averted hers back to the task at hand. Her tone though didn't give away whether or not that boring dates were a good thing or not. "That's true. They're more lively than the outings than I'm used to at home ( ... )

failssassin February 2 2011, 00:30:22 UTC

"Yes, one is enough" He was of course referring to the scar running through his lips. That one had an embarrassing story, one that he'd always be remembered of when looking in the mirror ( ... )

halfthelady February 2 2011, 05:14:25 UTC

Jessamine gave him a slight smile. At least he only had one. By Shadowhunter standards, the amount of scars that she had was nothing in comparison to the number that the others had, but in this world, she supposed that it would be odd for a young lady like her to have more scars than someone like Desmond ( ... )

failssassin February 2 2011, 05:21:52 UTC

Well, it wouldn't be odd. Not by the Assassins' standards, anyway ( ... )

halfthelady February 2 2011, 07:04:41 UTC

"Ah, the dangers of working in a shady, dark club," Jessamine cooed although her tone held a hint of slight disapproval. She had seen Will come back home with far too many scars that were from silly bar fights and she couldn't say that she was a fan of them. If anything she thought that they were downright barbaric. "I do hope that you didn't participate willingly ( ... )

failssassin February 3 2011, 03:30:58 UTC

"No, it wasn't. I'm not a big fan of getting punched, to be honest" he said as he gave her another small smirk.

"I have." But it hadn't explained that much. "And I've heard your slips and seen you fight as well, Jessamine." His tone, while soft and inquiring, made it clear that there would be no side-stepping the matter this time.

"You're one of them, aren't you? One of the Shadowhunters, I mean." If she was, she would be half-angel, right? Or something akin, if he remembered correctly. He wanted to ask what was so terrible about being a Shadowhunter, but he decided not to push his luck for the moment. More answers would come in time, surely. "Your scars, they come from training or from fighting?"

He only tensed when the blond started to work on the second wound, this time schooling in his groan and hiss. The whole area was throbbing but he was starting to be able to bear the pain. Her laugh brought a real smile to his face, her choice of words bringing a slight coloring to his cheeks.

"Would it? I'm touched..."

halfthelady February 3 2011, 06:16:16 UTC

"Oh good." She gave him a pleased smile that was perhaps tinged with a hint of warning. "Because if you were that type of person, I'm afraid I would be terribly disappointed ( ... )

failssassin February 3 2011, 06:22:02 UTC

He raised an eyebrow slowly at her words, his smile never faltering: "I'm glad I don't then." Because his ancestors were disappointed in him enough to last a century ( ... )

halfthelady February 3 2011, 06:29:39 UTC

"I assure you it was very much against my will..." Desmond's sudden touch caused Jessamine to almost let out a gasp. It was sudden enough for her to truly jerk the towel away from his side and for her eyes to widen. If anyone in London had even dared to do that, she would have more likely than not slapped them across the face. Things like that didn't happen unless the two people in question were intimate with each other and married and the last time Jessamine had checked, she didn't share either of those statuses with Desmond. Even she couldn't tell whether or not the flush colouring her cheeks was from anger or embarrassment ( ... )

failssassin February 3 2011, 06:44:10 UTC

The crease between his brow deepened at that. No one should be put through training against their will. Even him had had the chance to say no to his training. Not that he would have had chosen otherwise, even if he had known about the side effects then. The stakes were too high now and there was a part of self-vengeance against the Templars for all they put their Animus' subjects. While Desmond wanted to know how Jessamine had found herself training to be a Shadowhunter against her will, he could clearly see how tensed she had become since he started to question her and decided to drop the subject for the moment. Especially that the young woman had been kind enough to treat his wounds. That and he didn't wanted another bruise to be added to the count ( ... )

halfthelady February 4 2011, 05:48:22 UTC

Jessamine was glad that he dropped the subject. She didn't want to remember the training that she had to go through and all the dreary Latin lessons when she had wanted to be anywhere but there. In reality, the lessons hadn't been that bad but a part of her had rejected the idea that she grew to dislike it. The constant reminder that she was a Shadowhunter first and a lady second didn't help matters either. Even if he had asked more, she wouldn't have hurt him - she just would have been more inclined not to speak of her past again ( ... )

failssassin February 4 2011, 05:54:45 UTC

Like with the many things that had happened around Jessamine, Desmond knew he'd have to muse over why he felt so comfortable around her. She barely knew him, especially that he wasn't one to share much about himself, and he was only starting to understand who she really was. Still, he couldn't deny that he felt at ease around her and that scared him a little. How long before he forgot himself and let out vital details about himself? The bartender didn't really want the young lady to know that he was an Assassin. Not only for her sake, but because he doubted that she'd approve, even if it was to save his world. He could remember well the look in her brown eyes when she had seen his dream. For a moment, the novice wondered if Jessamine's several past slips were because she was feeling comfortable and at ease around him. Strangely, a part of him hoped for it ( ... )

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