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esp_dragon) wrote2014-03-21 09:49 pm
esp_dragon) wrote2014-03-21 09:49 pm
Frozen
Fandom: Prototype/Assassin's Creed
Summary: Alex and Desmond find themselves far from home.
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Written for Dogmatix's prompt, 'Alex/Desmond - snowed in. (Like, ice planet of Hoth-level snowed in)'
Uh, I read the prompt and instantly assumed they got zapped to a Hoth-level planet, oops. XD;
Genre: General
Word count: 394
Status: Complete
Shit. Wherever Alex and Desmond were, there weren't any signs of living civilisation in sight in any direction. Alex had been able to snatch a few bird-like creatures as they flew overhead, but their memories hadn't given him any useful information except for more white expanse everywhere.
He'd been gone long enough though and Alex turned to head back to Desmond. They'd been able to find a small empty community of hovels, holing themselves in one. It was shelter, but there wasn't anything Desmond could eat there (not that that was surprising; they didn't look like they'd been touched for years).
At least the cliff made out of ice would make it easier to get back. Alex jumped off the edge, gliding towards where Desmond was, one of the bird corpses clenched in a hand.
Desmond was where he'd left him, huddled on the bed (or sofa. It had been carved out of the wall), bundled up in whatever they could find.
"Hey," Desmond said, smiling wanly, his face paler than the last time had seen him.
"Hey. I found something you might be able to eat." He held the bird up for Desmond to see before setting it down on the nearest surface.
"Sooo…" Desmond said, eyeing the bird, "we're not in Kansas anymore, are we – shit! You're boiling!"
Alex had peeled Desmond out of his cocoon and sat next to him, leaning on him.
"Or you're frozen," Alex retorted, frowning. He didn't feel the temperature like Desmond did, but if they were stuck in the middle of nowhere…
Exhaling, Alex sent out his tendrils to wrap around Desmond, who yelped but otherwise didn't complain, settling down with a sigh after a few seconds. Which was troubling in itself.
Once Desmond had warmed up and eaten, they would leave. Staying would mean Desmond would die for sure, and if they didn't find somewhere with people (he should say 'sentient beings' by the looks of the wildlife), then they would have to consider if he should infect Desmond…
Summary: Alex and Desmond find themselves far from home.
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Written for Dogmatix's prompt, 'Alex/Desmond - snowed in. (Like, ice planet of Hoth-level snowed in)'
Uh, I read the prompt and instantly assumed they got zapped to a Hoth-level planet, oops. XD;
Genre: General
Word count: 394
Status: Complete
Shit. Wherever Alex and Desmond were, there weren't any signs of living civilisation in sight in any direction. Alex had been able to snatch a few bird-like creatures as they flew overhead, but their memories hadn't given him any useful information except for more white expanse everywhere.
He'd been gone long enough though and Alex turned to head back to Desmond. They'd been able to find a small empty community of hovels, holing themselves in one. It was shelter, but there wasn't anything Desmond could eat there (not that that was surprising; they didn't look like they'd been touched for years).
At least the cliff made out of ice would make it easier to get back. Alex jumped off the edge, gliding towards where Desmond was, one of the bird corpses clenched in a hand.
Desmond was where he'd left him, huddled on the bed (or sofa. It had been carved out of the wall), bundled up in whatever they could find.
"Hey," Desmond said, smiling wanly, his face paler than the last time had seen him.
"Hey. I found something you might be able to eat." He held the bird up for Desmond to see before setting it down on the nearest surface.
"Sooo…" Desmond said, eyeing the bird, "we're not in Kansas anymore, are we – shit! You're boiling!"
Alex had peeled Desmond out of his cocoon and sat next to him, leaning on him.
"Or you're frozen," Alex retorted, frowning. He didn't feel the temperature like Desmond did, but if they were stuck in the middle of nowhere…
Exhaling, Alex sent out his tendrils to wrap around Desmond, who yelped but otherwise didn't complain, settling down with a sigh after a few seconds. Which was troubling in itself.
Once Desmond had warmed up and eaten, they would leave. Staying would mean Desmond would die for sure, and if they didn't find somewhere with people (he should say 'sentient beings' by the looks of the wildlife), then they would have to consider if he should infect Desmond…