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tehluggage) wrote2010-12-05 04:02 am
tehluggage) wrote2010-12-05 04:02 am
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Assassin's Creed fic. ...Yeah, I don't even know. It's a product of Fridge Horror, Fridge Logic and four am weirdness.
Desmond is finding it harder and harder to wake up.
Oh, he knows that Lucy and Shawn and Rebecca are all real, and right there waiting for him, but he's spent maybe a month with them, if that. And honestly, most of that has been deep, deep inside the Animus, exploring the lives of his extraordinary ancestors.
Altair had been kind of a dick, no two ways about it, and Desmond doesn't particularly miss him.
But Ezio...Ezio is different. Ezio has - had? - a family that loves him, and that he loves. The murder of his father and brothers by that traitor Uberto had nearly shattered him, and Desmond along with him. Desmond has watched Ezio mature, grow into a good man and a great Assassin, one who does not stand for injustice, can decimate a regiment of Borgia thugs in minutes, and who takes the time to comfort a sobbing child.
When Desmond leaves the Animus now, it takes him time to understand again that Ezio, Claudia and Maria are long dead; have been dead for five hundred years. And it's hard. He knows them, knows their quirks, the way Claudia tilts her head when she's annoyed with Ezio, and the way Maria rolls her eyes when she's fed up with her two surviving children.
To Desmond, the Auditores and everyone they know are as familiar to him as his own parents. They are living, breathing people that he can visit any time he wants, and it hurts to hear Shawn talk about them in the past tense, in a tone of voice that expresses nothing beyond polite interest at each new historical tidbit.
He's really beginning to understand why the bleeding effect had driven so many subjects before him mad. To get to know all these people, to truly live among them, and then to have to wake up and remember all over again that they're long dead and gone? It's heartbreaking. Twenty-odd years he's been following Ezio now - at least, twenty-something years inside his head. Has it really only been a few weeks...? Desmond's not really sure anymore, and now...now he doesn't know if he can go through with it ever again, once they find the Piece of Eden.
He hopes not. It's so hard to wake up now...
Desmond is finding it harder and harder to wake up.
Oh, he knows that Lucy and Shawn and Rebecca are all real, and right there waiting for him, but he's spent maybe a month with them, if that. And honestly, most of that has been deep, deep inside the Animus, exploring the lives of his extraordinary ancestors.
Altair had been kind of a dick, no two ways about it, and Desmond doesn't particularly miss him.
But Ezio...Ezio is different. Ezio has - had? - a family that loves him, and that he loves. The murder of his father and brothers by that traitor Uberto had nearly shattered him, and Desmond along with him. Desmond has watched Ezio mature, grow into a good man and a great Assassin, one who does not stand for injustice, can decimate a regiment of Borgia thugs in minutes, and who takes the time to comfort a sobbing child.
When Desmond leaves the Animus now, it takes him time to understand again that Ezio, Claudia and Maria are long dead; have been dead for five hundred years. And it's hard. He knows them, knows their quirks, the way Claudia tilts her head when she's annoyed with Ezio, and the way Maria rolls her eyes when she's fed up with her two surviving children.
To Desmond, the Auditores and everyone they know are as familiar to him as his own parents. They are living, breathing people that he can visit any time he wants, and it hurts to hear Shawn talk about them in the past tense, in a tone of voice that expresses nothing beyond polite interest at each new historical tidbit.
He's really beginning to understand why the bleeding effect had driven so many subjects before him mad. To get to know all these people, to truly live among them, and then to have to wake up and remember all over again that they're long dead and gone? It's heartbreaking. Twenty-odd years he's been following Ezio now - at least, twenty-something years inside his head. Has it really only been a few weeks...? Desmond's not really sure anymore, and now...now he doesn't know if he can go through with it ever again, once they find the Piece of Eden.
He hopes not. It's so hard to wake up now...