Unexpected [Part 2]
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esp_dragonFandom: Assassin's Creed: Brotherhood
Summary: Ezio has been poisoned – the effects are not what he expected them to be…
Rating: G
Contains: light Desmond/Shaun.
Notes: Still fordogmatix's Five Acts post. :3
Genre: General
Word count: 340
Total word count: 754
Status: Complete?
Desmond's tentacles tightened around Baby, and he really hoped he'd imagined the groan of metal giving way. They couldn't be that strong, right? The others' faces told him otherwise, and wincing, Desmond tried to tug them free; it didn't seem to work, his tentacles coiling further like they were trying to anchor him there. Not that he'd be able to go anywhere anyway, not without falling on his face first, and Desmond felt one of his tentacles twitch in an aborted attempt to become a foot.
Was he supposed to be carted along on a trolley now if he wanted to go anywhere?
"Well then," Shaun said, false cheer in his voice, stepping closer, and Desmond opened his mouth to warn him away –he couldn't control these, they had a mind of their own, what if they- except as soon as Shaun moved, there was an explosion of activity, Desmond's tentacles whipping towards the other man and latching on to him.
There were yells all around, but they died down once everyone realised that Shaun wasn't being ripped apart but just being held there, his feet hovering a couple of inches above the ground. Gingerly, Shaun pushed at the tentacle circled around his waist – and that was all the tentacles had done, keeping the rest of him free to move as he saw fit.
Desmond still felt like his heart was going to give out from sheer mortification.
"Uh – I'm trying to – they're not-" he babbled, trying to find the right switch or movement or thought that would make the tentacles let go but they seemed utterly content and unwilling to budge.
"Hm. I have to say, this is certainly the strangest comfort hug I've ever given."
And Shaun wasn't helping, the tentacles curling further around him at those words.
Desmond wasn't going to pay attention to the croon that echoed in his head, or how something in his mind settled down like a purring cat once enough of his tentacles were touching Shaun. Really. That was just his imagination.
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Summary: Ezio has been poisoned – the effects are not what he expected them to be…
Rating: G
Contains: light Desmond/Shaun.
Notes: Still for
dogmatix's Five Acts post. :3Genre: General
Word count: 340
Total word count: 754
Status: Complete?
Desmond's tentacles tightened around Baby, and he really hoped he'd imagined the groan of metal giving way. They couldn't be that strong, right? The others' faces told him otherwise, and wincing, Desmond tried to tug them free; it didn't seem to work, his tentacles coiling further like they were trying to anchor him there. Not that he'd be able to go anywhere anyway, not without falling on his face first, and Desmond felt one of his tentacles twitch in an aborted attempt to become a foot.
Was he supposed to be carted along on a trolley now if he wanted to go anywhere?
"Well then," Shaun said, false cheer in his voice, stepping closer, and Desmond opened his mouth to warn him away –he couldn't control these, they had a mind of their own, what if they- except as soon as Shaun moved, there was an explosion of activity, Desmond's tentacles whipping towards the other man and latching on to him.
There were yells all around, but they died down once everyone realised that Shaun wasn't being ripped apart but just being held there, his feet hovering a couple of inches above the ground. Gingerly, Shaun pushed at the tentacle circled around his waist – and that was all the tentacles had done, keeping the rest of him free to move as he saw fit.
Desmond still felt like his heart was going to give out from sheer mortification.
"Uh – I'm trying to – they're not-" he babbled, trying to find the right switch or movement or thought that would make the tentacles let go but they seemed utterly content and unwilling to budge.
"Hm. I have to say, this is certainly the strangest comfort hug I've ever given."
And Shaun wasn't helping, the tentacles curling further around him at those words.
Desmond wasn't going to pay attention to the croon that echoed in his head, or how something in his mind settled down like a purring cat once enough of his tentacles were touching Shaun. Really. That was just his imagination.