Desmond Miles ❖ 010

[failssassin]

Who: failssassin, ischarming, eventually nolessthanseven and halfthelady
Where: Outside the Lightwood Mansion in Espoir, very late at night (backdated to right after Desmond's dream)
Style: Starts in third, but first for speed?
Status: Closed.  PM if you want in though
Warnings: Violence, blood and language Stupid immature boys rolling in the dirt punching each other.  Might be sexy.  Bring the

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[ischarming]

When Jace was angry, there was very little that could chase his anger away. The ones who were the best at getting him to back down weren't even here and he was actually glad they weren't. If they were then they would have stopped him. That wasn't what he wanted. No, he wanted to teach the bastard a lesson with his fists. No one was allowed to say things like that about Clary who was more precious to him than anyone else.

Standing there in a t-shirt and jeans, he waited. Desmond should be here soon and the Marks he had his senses wide open. He had no weapons on him but he didn't need them.

So when he noted some movement, he turned towards it, golden eyes blazing with anger. "Are you coming out or not?

[failssassin]

"Why? Are you afraid of the dark?"

Desmond couldn't help himself. The mere sound of Jace voice was grating to him. Still he took a step into the moonlight as he undid his hoodie, not wanting to bloody it, and let it drop to the ground before he undid the straps of his Hidden Blade. No matter how he couldn't stand Jace, the young man was still an innocent and the novice had no intention of breaking the Creed over his arrogant ass. He wasn't worth it.

The weapon joined his hoodie on the ground and he tried to push away the ball of nerve building in his stomach.

"Happy now?"

[ischarming]

"No. I'm pissed. Nice to meet you."

And with that, Jace rushed forward to swing a fist at Desmond's face, all the anger he felt in that one punch. He was furious currently and not about to let it go just yet until he got it out physically. That was just the way he got rid of stress. Beat up some loser who was stupid enough to get in his way.

Today, he'd decided that Desmond was said loser.

[failssassin]

"Can't say it's reciprocated."

It was easy for Desmond to see the punch come, he wasn't that much of a beginner in fists fight. Raising his left arm to deflect the oncoming fist, he sidestepped out of the angle and threw his other fist at Jace, aiming at his side.

There was a sort of rush of adrenaline that coursed through him, one that heightened his instincts, the same rush that he used to have before any of his ancestors would get into a fight in the Animus.