#desmond and lucy

[callme-mag]

Day 3: ENGINE

*Background engine noise*

This day was complicated because I was coming up with a lot of ideas but at the same time I was blank.

I opted for this famous scene from AC 3, the loading screen.

While I was drawing the scene, I noticed how everyone is in their own world: no one exchanges glances, no words, far away from each other.

In this AC, there was a certain distancing since Lucy's death.

The mails we read before her death had jokes, support between them, even going out to eat.

But in AC3 the emails were just about information, reporting something new, and Rebecca was very stressed and anxious (She no longer had Lucy's support.).

And this scene that we overlooked explains well the change of air in the group.

CODEXTOBER: @orphiceonian

[ethan-acfan]

I like to imagine that after desmond lived through Altair's memories, he would be unable to sit still. Because altair is almost always moving around and chasing targets, I imagine that Desmond would get used to that. However, it's kind of hard to keep on moving when you're in a cramped sanctuary, so just imagine desmond like climbing the fucking walls and scaring the shit out of everyone.

Lucy: "Has anyone seen desmond?"

Desmond, who is on the ceiling right above her: *whistles to get her attention*

Lucy: "WTF HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN UP THERE?!"

[cippicat]

Assassin's Creed turns 17

Seventeen years ago Assassin's Creed was released and we knew our Mentor Altair, and Desmond

[sneaky-eel]

I wanted to at least do something for pride before it is over.

[teecupangel]

Imagine des in the past but he's just so flipping beautiful that people automatically start rolling out the red carpet wherever he goes. All his hood does is give him a different kind of beauty. (ghost kenway)

This reminds me of the full Isu Desmond idea we had before (although that one had Desmond’s beauty more on the side of ‘obey me or fear me’ XD) so have this instead lollol

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“What.”

Lucy kept quiet, watching Vidic look ready to down an entire bottle of ibuprofen.

“I let him go.”

Lucy could see the vein throbbing angrily around Vidic’s forehead as he gritted, “Why would you do that, Daniel?”

“He asked.”

Lucy took a small step back as Vidic finally shouted, “And why would you agree to that?! Don’t you realize how important Desmond Miles is?! We need him-”

Lucy listened half-heartedly as Vidic continued on his tirade, staring at the phone currently on speaker so Vidic could hear Daniel’s report while he was writing an email to be sent to Alan Rikkin.

Now, the email laid half-written and Vidic was banging his palm against the table hard enough that the pens stored in their holder by the side of the monitor was slightly moving.

Lucy herself was unsure what to say in this situation.

She only heard the rumors about Desmond Miles and they were all so ridiculous.

He managed to escape the Farm by asking for help from one of the men driving out for a supply run.

That was it.

He just asked.

According to Bill, that was just how Desmond was.

People just wanted to do things for him.

That was why Lucy suggested they bagged him as soon as they see him, cover his face up with a sack and don’t let him say anything.

She felt her phone vibrate and glanced at Vidic.

He was still busy scolding Daniel so she should be safe.

She looked at her phone and blinked.

It was from Daniel’s second-in-command.

She had never received a message from him at all.

It could only mean one thing.

He was snitching on Daniel.

She quietly opened the message and blinked.

[Cross is so lucky. Desmond let him lick his foot.]

Lucy turned off her phone.

She was not looking forward having to tell Vidic about that.

[wolfofartblock]

[hauntedparadisebandana]

More Desmond hcs cause I love him so much.

Desmond is the type of person to sleep everywhere but where he's supposed to. The others can't figure out if it's because of the bleeding effect and his episodes or if he's genuinely sleeping in weird places. They had an idea to lock his room door at night, but they didn't want to treat him like an asylum patient. There's been a few instances where Shaun has walked into the kitchen and has found des sleeping on the counter or even inside the cabinets.

"Hmmm, I'm in a chamomile mood today," mumbles Shaun as he walks into the kitchen yawning.

He fills the kettle with water and puts it on the stove. He lazily leans against the counter and waits, trying not to fall asleep. Then, a muffled voice fills his ears.

"You making tea? I want some too, please."

Shaun's eyes shoot open like he's seen Jesus himself. He stands up straight and frantically looks around.

"Christ, I'm hearing voices... I should've done the evaluation." He runs a hand down his face, rethinking his life choices.

"Nope, no ghost. Just your good pal Desmond." At this, Shaun is confused. Where is his voice coming from? He then gets the bright idea to look inside the cabinets, the only place Desmond could hide. Crouching down his opens up a door, and lo and behold, desmond is in there.

"Why on earth are you in the cabinets desmond?" Shaun says with an exasperated sigh.

"I'm actually not sure, I just woke up in here. Ugh my back hurts."

"Well, yeah, you fell asleep crammed inside a cabinet."

"About that tea, though, I want some."

"Oh- uh yeah, sure, tea for you too." He closes the cabinet door, "Wait!" The door opens again, "what is it, Desmond?" "Can you add honey to mine, please? " "Yes, you can have honey."

The same goes for rebecca and Lucy. Rebecca remembers the last time she tried to go to bed peacefully, she didn't.

Rebecca yawns and turns over, eyes still closed. She's feels something is off, it's warmer than usual, way warmer, and her bed feels...heavier? She opens her eyes, coming face to face with Desmond. All snuggled up under her sheets, leg thrown over hers, staring like this was an everyday occurrence.

"Jiminy Christmas! Fuck Desmond! what the hell are you doing in my bed?!" Rebecca whisper yells.

"Your bed so warm, you mind if I sleep here? I think my heater is broken in my room."

Rebecca sighs out loud,

"Did you make sure it was plugged in? Cause you did that last time des."

Desmond thinks back to his heater. Now that he thinks about it, it probably wasn't plugged into the wall. But who cares? He's warm now.

"Probably not, but it's too late. I'm already lying down."

"Ughhhhhh, fine, you can stay. Just don't hog the blanket, and don't kick me."

"Ok ok I won't. Goodnight becca."

"Night des."

FYI, Rebecca got kicked at least 3 times that night.

Lucy has had her share of being scared shitless by Desmond, too, in her room as well.

Lucy sits up and stretches, just waking up. Checking her clock, she sees its 5am, no use in going back to sleep now.

"I could really start the grocery list today. The fridge is pretty empty -" she freezes, holding back a yell with her eyes wide as she stares straight into the corner at her hanging chair. Something tall, resembling a person is in it, its way to dark in her room to see.

She shudders, reaching for her bed side lamp she flicks it on in a hurry.

"Oh what the hell."

There sits Desmond, sitting inside Lucy's chair with a blanket draped over him, he even brought his own pillow. Yet he's so tall. He looks a bit uncomfortable.

She stands up and walks over to Desmond, patting his shoulder.

"Des wake up, you can sleep in my bed."

"Hmmmm?" He groans, not fully awake yet.

"You can sleep in my bed. You look uncomfortable over here."

"Hm, thanks," Desmond goes to stand, "Ugh, wait, headache."

"From the bleeds?" "No, stood up too fast."

Lucy grabs Desmond by the arm and leads him to the bed. "Sleep now, I know you barely get any as it is." She expects a rebuttal but is surprised when he is fast asleep again, and this time, he looks comfortable. She leaves him there, making her way into the living room where Rebecca and Shaun are watching whatever is good on TV.

"Shaun, Becca, we need to get this Desmond sleeping situation under control."

"Agreed"

"Agreed"

[digitalninjaa]

the fun part about drawing your favorite characters is that you can do it however tf you want i can give desmond ugly and unkempt stubble if i want to and nothing is telling me i can’t do that

[tali-zorahs]

remember when?

[clingyduoapologist]

Tragically doomed by the narrative but only because our writers are shit at making one

[rk1kincorrect]

im like 4 years late im sorry

[aliesafenlock]

Susan Rigvava-Dumas as

Mrs. Danvers in Rebecca

Lilli Vanessi in Kiss me Kate

Norma Desmond in Sunset Boulevard

Lucy Harris in Jekyll & Hyde

@gwouinaelle @luvdegreen @mean-lesbians

@alicesbread @cooter-n-tooter

[ethan-acfan]

Ok, you know those AU's where desmond's ancestors can hear Desmond and know he's controlling them. What if desmond survived the temple and after a series of events had to go through Shay's memories. I feel like Desmond would like Shay, especially after that voice note you can listen to in Valhalla. The one where desmond talks about how having freedom also includes having the right to take away your own freedom.

[yesuranium]

smart blonde woman who can kick ass and was associated with an evil organization in the past + her boyfriend who has killed lots of people and is the only one that can save the world Duo

[sulfies]

So thats where he was…tucked away at a corner

[teecupangel]

Imagine if, during brotherhood, when Lucy started focusing more on getting the apple and less on keeping desmond safe, desmond's eagle vision started seeing her as an enemy. And he is sitting in the sanctuary and is messing with his eagle vision and does a double take when he realizes lucy is red

It starts off as red footprints leading to the villa.

Desmond found it during one of the few short breaks he was allowed to have. He figured he’d check the villa while he could still be hidden by the darkness of night and just… move around.

One of the things he missed from when they were in that hideout in Rome had been learning to move the same way as Ezio did.

Well…

Mostly, it felt like Ezio but, sometimes, before he could even understand what was happening, he would jump or move like Altaïr.

If he let his instinct takeover, it was like…

It would switch to whoever would have the better move that Desmond needed right now.

Not once did it felt like he was moving on his own.

That was why when his Eagle Vision activated on its own while he was just walking by the fountain, he knew that it was Altaïr’s habit and not Ezio’s.

Ezio used his Eagle Vision when there was a need to. Even if it was just a poke in his mind that he needed to, he would use it.

Altaïr used it regularly. Every three seconds or even less if he was feeling more paranoid than usual.

Altaïr used it like it was his real vision.

He used it like he was ready to be attacked at every given moment.

And now…

There were footprints glowing in red where everyone believed they were safe.

Desmond was immediately on alert, fearing the worst.

Templars.

Abstergo had found them.

He hurriedly followed the footsteps and it led him to Mario’s study. There were many footsteps all around the study but they all led to the hidden entrance.

There was no time to analyze the movements of the footprints. He followed the path quietly, his movements feeling more like fusion of Altaïr and Ezio making their way towards their target.

The Hidden Blade wrapped around his arm felt both light and heavy at the same time, his mind clearer than it had ever been.

He has his mission.

He has his targets.

He knew what to do.

But he stopped dead in his track, his heart beating louder and louder that it drowned out Shaun’s complains of him appearing ‘out of nowhere’ and to make a sound or something next time.

The grounds were littered with red footprints and Desmond finally had an answer to the silent question he had upstairs.

“It looked like only one pair of footprints but why was is moving all over?”

Seeing the footprints here and the locations of all their equipment, Desmond realized that the owner of these red footprints had been helping in moving and setting up the equipment they used.

And now…

“Desmond, are you okay?”

A familiar voice.

The woman who saved him from Abstergo and brought him to the Brotherhood.

The woman now shrouded in that sickening red glow in his Vision.

Can he truly believe his Vision?

Hell…

Seeing the dim blue glow of both Shaun and Rebecca, Desmond was reminded that he was still an outsider.

The three of them were close, members of the Brotherhood.

Even if Desmond was to tell them of the red glow he saw…

Why would he even believe that these two, more white than blue, would even believe his words over hers?

It would be easy to destroy any of his accusations.

‘Desmond has been in the Animus for too long.’

‘It’s the Bleeding Effect. Who knows? Maybe he’s seeing me as someone less. Someone like Lucrezia Borgia?’

Worst case scenario, they might sedate him and push him into the Animus under the excuse of ‘this is for your own safety’.

Desmond couldn’t even be sure if this paranoia was his or Altaïr’s.

Hell, at this point, it could the both of them and Ezio’s as well.

What he did know was…

“It’s nothing.” Desmond blinked.

The world burst into colors once more.

And Lucy Stillman stared at him with the same concerned expression she always had.

Was she truly concerned?

Was she acting?

Desmond couldn’t be sure.

What he did know was…

He needed to figure out if Lucy was red because she had her own agenda that would be detrimental for him.

Or…

If she had turned her back from the Brotherhood and was a Templar sent to keep Desmond-

Ah.

Ezio’s memories.

That was what she was after, wasn’t it?

The Apple.

Like how Vidic desired the map from Altaïr’s memories.

Well…

He would play along for now.

He’d make a plan while he lets Ezio’s memories play out.

It’s alright.

Now that he knew he was alone.

He had all the time in the world to plan.

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(I will say that if this was an actual fic, I would suggest naming this Red Shoes as reference to the fairy tale the Red Shoes)

The red footprint is based on the one you can find in AC Brotherhood as explained in the trivia section of Eagle Vision wiki.