Desmond Miles ❖ 16

[failssassin]

Who: failssassin, somarium and some lovely MISTLETOE
Where: Somni Shopping district
Style: Starts in third, but will follow the lead!
Status: OPEN!!! Come get your kiss/brohug from the novice!

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[stfu_desmond]

It had been awkward for her after the hospital. She’d had to locate some place to live, which was mostly out of the way, but it did her well enough for the time being. The woman still held onto the hope that she would wake up from this strange dream and find herself back in the Auditore’s villa, but that hope was beginning to fade rather quickly with each passing morning that she continued to wake in this ridiculous city fabricated on dreams

[failssassin]

The crop of blond hair instantly gave the Assassin's identity and out of instincts, out of habit, Desmond's hand shot out to stabilize her as Lucy stumbled backward. The expression she gave him sank his heart and he instantly felt like an ass for not being there since the first day she had arrived in Somarium. How he had wish for some friends, or people he knew other than his ancestors when he had first showed up in the dream world? And now that he could have given support to Lucy, someone that had done nothing but support him since they had met, he had ran away tail between his legs. Granted, the reason he invoked for that might be a careful thought, but Lucy didn't deserved to be left behind

[stfu_desmond]

It bewildered her as to why she was kissing him in the first place, but she didn’t pull back immediately like she probably would have given any other circumstances around sharing a kiss with the novice. Instead, she felt herself tugged closer to him and like him, kissed deeper with him. The overwhelming need to kiss him had faded with the mistletoe but still her lips moved against his own. Her chest burned with an ache to fill her lungs and pulling from him, she felt her cheeks flush to a hot red as his forehead pressed to rest against her own.

What the hell had just happened? Why the sudden need to kiss him? Why the inability to stop herself from doing so? And why had she kept going once it was gone?

“Desmond…”

Why was he apologizing? She was the one that had leaned into him and kissed, wasn’t she? Squeezing her hands against the fabric of his sweater, Lucy gazed over him; embarrassed.

“I- I’m sorry. I don’t know why I did that.”

[failssassin]

The hand cupping her head shifted so his thumb ran slowly on her jaw, touching her cheek for a moment more, as if Desmond unconsciously wanted to prolong that moment of closeness between. And then he drew back, his embrace loosening around her as he straightened up, his head shaking lightly.

"Don't apologize. It's this world screwing up with us." So saying, the novice reached for one of the mistletoe's leaf that had landed in Lucy's hair as it had 'popped' once they had kissed. He hated to think that their first kiss, and probably their only one, hadn't been initiated on their own volition. But he hated more the fact that he would still cherish this moment for the rest of his life now.

"This is not the first Christmas these ornaments are floating around. I've seen my share of girls slapping boys last year" he said with a small amused smile, keeping to himself that he had fallen prey to the mistletoe curse the year before.

[stfu_desmond]

A gentle tingle caused goosebumps to trail along her neck from the touch against her skin. When he drew back from herself, she pulled as well, stepping away from him, embarrassed. Her blue gaze locked onto the leaf he was showing her, raising her brows curiously to it. She recognized it, of course, as the leaf of a mistletoe plant. The plant made sense, at least the kiss did due to the plant, but the overwhelming feeling of needing to kiss him didn’t. The mistletoe typically represented kissing, not forcing one into it

[failssassin]

Desmond could understand her annoyance at being forced to kiss him but the young man still took it the wrong way and felt the stabbing pang of disappointment that he had been the only one between them to enjoy their kiss. Ignoring that pain and pushing all other thoughts into the back of his already crowded mind, the novice nodded:

"Yeah. It's something it likes to do regularly. When it's not enchanted ornaments, it's flood and monsters." For the moment, Desmond chose to keep to himself the false memories they had been given at one point. It still felt surreal to him that he had been somewhat happy with his life then. "I suppose none of us really gets bored here." That last part had been said with his usual sarcastic tone: none of the 'visitors' of this world were happy with what they were constantly put through.

Even though Lucy wasn't looking at him, the bartender gave her a flat look. "None. I'm not Ezio." The year before, he had been lucky enough to only kiss one girl and the young woman hadn't mind that much.

[stfu_desmond]

Even had she known that he was taking everything incorrectly, Lucy likely wouldn’t have opted to tell him otherwise. It wasn’t that she didn’t care about the man or that she wanted him to be disappointed with her reaction, she simply found it irritating that their first kiss had been initiated via the ‘magic’ of some strange city and she couldn’t change that. Lucy also didn’t really want to tell him about any feelings for him beyond their work related relationship to begin with, it wouldn’t help anything and in the end would make things considerably more difficult for them whenever they managed to get back to Rome and back to working, wouldn’t it? The blond didn’t often like to have her emotions and feelings out in the opened in the first place

[failssassin]

"That was my reaction when I was first told about it when I got here. Until I got face to face with them." And as if to prove he wasn't lying, Desmond reached for the hem of his coat and shirt, lifting the left side to show the three scars he had gotten when a Noctarae had clawed him last Spring. The scars were now faint white line, but it was easy to see that he hadn't acquire them back in their world.

"We had blizzards and floods too. Oh, and a giant statue ruining the city. It's been a blast, really." The more they were talking, the more Desmond was seeing how he had really missed Lucy. Not only since he had woken up, but since he had showed up in Somarium. He had missed their banter, missed her support and the way she seemed to making everything worth fighting for. It made the thought of what he had done to her even harder to bear and Desmond forced himself not to think about it at the moment.

It was his turn to cross his arms over his chest, his lips turning into a slight pout: "Well, maybe, but apparently some skills