Unexpected [Part 3]
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esp_dragonFandom: Assassin's Creed: Brotherhood
Summary: Desmond is still trying to figure out the tentacles.
Rating: PG-13
Contains: Swearing. Light Desmond/Shaun.
Notes: Yep, still fordogmatix's Five Acts post. :3
Changed the summary since this isn't about Ezio anymore. XD;;;
I find it funny how I can do something resembling attraction when it's xeno-senses/instincts, but I'm at a loss when the characters are human. :P
I'm prooobably mixing Shaun up a bit?
Genre: General/Romance?
Word count: 494
Total word count: 1,248
Status: Work in Progress
Desmond's mind was drifting and he knew it. The problem was, he couldn't do much about it because he was pretty sure now that he hadn't just gotten tentacles but also some additional instincts.
Instincts that were telling him that the tentacles/he wanted to touch Shaun.
He was so fucking glad reverse-telepathy or whatever it was called wasn't part of this package of changes. He couldn't have it, or else Shaun wouldn't be so complacent encased in his tentacles.
"So are you going to hold me like some giant teddy bear for the rest of the day or…?"
Desmond winced, trying to get his mind back on track. Right. "I'm still trying to work out how to control these." It seemed like it would be a simple thing to do (move tentacles away from Shaun) but the reality was rarely that easy. Just trying to make sense of what his new appendages were telling him –the temperature of Baby, how much dirt was coating the ground, attempting to keep track of multiple boneless 'legs' when he was used to two- was hard enough; trying to sort out which particular tentacles were telling him they were touching Shaun was worse. And there was still the fact the tentacles didn't want to let go.
Shaun crossed his arms, sighing. "Do you think you could scoot over to my desk then? I still have some work to do, you know."
Desmond stared at him.
"What?" Shaun raised an eyebrow. "You've got enough legs to walk."
"I – yeah, but…"
"So, come on then – those e-mails aren't going to send themselves." Shaun made shooing motions with his hands.
There really wasn't a good argument against that, so Desmond mentally prodded at the tentacles and hoped they'd respond.
They did, acting as if he'd been born with them, heedless to the fact that his head felt like it was being overloaded with information. He glided off Baby, tentacles tugging him in the direction he pointed them at.
The tentacles around Shaun didn't move, of course, and as soon as Desmond tried that, the rest of his tentacles faltered, trying to wind their way around air.
"Concentrate on one thing at a time, yeah, Desmond? Leave the multi-tasking to the ones who are actually able to do it."
Desmond shot him a dry look, but didn't comment; he wasn't going to give Shaun any more ammunition.
They made it to Shaun's desk, Desmond's tentacles circling his chair like a dog settling down to rest and Desmond just groaned when the tentacles gently sat Shaun down, but didn't budge from his waist. It also meant Desmond was hovering around Shaun's shoulder.
"I'm starting to think I should be taking a hint," Shaun said under his breath, quirking an eyebrow at him.
Desmond wasn't going to respond to that either, and he definitely wasn't going to mention Shaun stroking a stray tentacle a couple of times before he started typing on his computer.
Previous Part
Summary: Desmond is still trying to figure out the tentacles.
Rating: PG-13
Contains: Swearing. Light Desmond/Shaun.
Notes: Yep, still for
dogmatix's Five Acts post. :3 Changed the summary since this isn't about Ezio anymore. XD;;;
I find it funny how I can do something resembling attraction when it's xeno-senses/instincts, but I'm at a loss when the characters are human. :P
I'm prooobably mixing Shaun up a bit?
Genre: General/Romance?
Word count: 494
Total word count: 1,248
Status: Work in Progress
Desmond's mind was drifting and he knew it. The problem was, he couldn't do much about it because he was pretty sure now that he hadn't just gotten tentacles but also some additional instincts.
Instincts that were telling him that the tentacles/he wanted to touch Shaun.
He was so fucking glad reverse-telepathy or whatever it was called wasn't part of this package of changes. He couldn't have it, or else Shaun wouldn't be so complacent encased in his tentacles.
"So are you going to hold me like some giant teddy bear for the rest of the day or…?"
Desmond winced, trying to get his mind back on track. Right. "I'm still trying to work out how to control these." It seemed like it would be a simple thing to do (move tentacles away from Shaun) but the reality was rarely that easy. Just trying to make sense of what his new appendages were telling him –the temperature of Baby, how much dirt was coating the ground, attempting to keep track of multiple boneless 'legs' when he was used to two- was hard enough; trying to sort out which particular tentacles were telling him they were touching Shaun was worse. And there was still the fact the tentacles didn't want to let go.
Shaun crossed his arms, sighing. "Do you think you could scoot over to my desk then? I still have some work to do, you know."
Desmond stared at him.
"What?" Shaun raised an eyebrow. "You've got enough legs to walk."
"I – yeah, but…"
"So, come on then – those e-mails aren't going to send themselves." Shaun made shooing motions with his hands.
There really wasn't a good argument against that, so Desmond mentally prodded at the tentacles and hoped they'd respond.
They did, acting as if he'd been born with them, heedless to the fact that his head felt like it was being overloaded with information. He glided off Baby, tentacles tugging him in the direction he pointed them at.
The tentacles around Shaun didn't move, of course, and as soon as Desmond tried that, the rest of his tentacles faltered, trying to wind their way around air.
"Concentrate on one thing at a time, yeah, Desmond? Leave the multi-tasking to the ones who are actually able to do it."
Desmond shot him a dry look, but didn't comment; he wasn't going to give Shaun any more ammunition.
They made it to Shaun's desk, Desmond's tentacles circling his chair like a dog settling down to rest and Desmond just groaned when the tentacles gently sat Shaun down, but didn't budge from his waist. It also meant Desmond was hovering around Shaun's shoulder.
"I'm starting to think I should be taking a hint," Shaun said under his breath, quirking an eyebrow at him.
Desmond wasn't going to respond to that either, and he definitely wasn't going to mention Shaun stroking a stray tentacle a couple of times before he started typing on his computer.