#malik isn’t as carefree as yusuf

[teecupangel]

I'm sorry you probably have a lot of fic ideas but I need to get this sentence out before I lose my Staying Up After Midnight Nerves

Den Mother Desmond

Feel free to leave fic ideas, nonny. Even if I get busy, I’ll get to it sooner or later. XD

Not gonna lie, I was tempted to make this a continuation of Desmond Jerusalem Bureau’s Lighthouse since I did have him asking Malik what he wants for dinner last time but you used the word ‘den’ and that immediately reminded me of the Assassin dens in Assassin’s Creed Revelations soooo… have a confused Ezio.

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When Ezio saw the bright form running across the rooftops, he chased after it immediately. It wasn’t just curiosity…

It was like his entire body had moved on its own.

A few moments later, any questions he had were wiped off his mind.

Only one thought persisted.

‘Get it at all cost.’

He didn’t even know what ‘it’ was until he was closing in. At that point, it was as if all the Assassins in Constantinople were chasing it as well.

No.

Not it.

A man.

Desmond.

Or, at least, that was what he said his name was after Ezio caught him and asked his name.

Ezio… wasn’t entirely sure if he believed everything Desmond had told him once they were alone in an empty bedroom in the den in Galatea.

A part of Ezio didn’t want to believe it.

After everything he had seen, Desmond’s explanation did give him the answers he had been searching for all these times.

But it also left him…

A bit lost.

And that was the reason why he was unwilling to believe it.

Then Desmond kept running away and Ezio always found him.

It had gotten to the point that Yusuf talked to Ezio about it.

Desmond was too bright in their Eagle Vision. The Assassins would either get blinded or they would find it hard to focus whenever they used their Eagle Vision and Desmond was nearby.

And that was a dangerous risk that they would not afford here in Constantinople.

So… Ezio made a deal with Desmond.

The reason why Desmond kept running away was because he was trying to get all of Altaïr’s memory seals to get Altaïr’s Apple, hoping the Apple could tell him why he had been sent to this time.

Desmond insisted there must be a reason why he was here and Ezio had to stop himself from telling him that he was here for Ezio’s sake.

Ezio didn’t understand why he was so sure of that and he couldn’t just say that out loud. Not when it was clear that Desmond was pretending that he was alright.

But Ezio could see it in his eyes.

Desmond was also a bit lost just like him.

So Ezio promised him to find the remaining keys and they would travel to Masyaf together to get Altaïr’s Apple.

The look of grief in Desmond’s eyes when he said that made Ezio’s heart clench.

There was something in Masyaf that Desmond had lost and…

Well…

Ezio knew what it was almost immediately.

No.

Who it was.

If what Desmond said was true, if he truly did relive not just Ezio’s memories but Altaïr’s memories as well, then it was normal that Desmond would still grieve his death.

To Ezio, Altaïr has been dead for centuries.

But to Desmond…

Only a month or so has passed since he learned of Altaïr’s death if his stories were to be believed.

So Ezio asked Desmond to stay in the Assassin den in Galatea. It was the most fortified of the dens and it had the biggest space. He only hoped his time in the den would give Desmond some time to relax (or distract himself with something not life-threatening).

Ezio had hoped this would help Desmond with his grief as well. Not just to grieve for Altaïr’s death but to grieve over what had happened to him, to grieve for the life and the people he lost by being thrown into Ezio’s time.

What he did not expect was… the changes the den would go through because of Desmond’s boredom.

It started out small.

When Ezio returned to the den to resupply his bombs, he noticed that all of the bomb components have been organized. Each component was even already placed into specific pouches with the exact amount needed for one bomb. There were even instructions nailed to the side of the boxes, explaining the steps needed to make a bomb as well as a brief explanation of each component.

The Arabic handwriting was unfamiliar to Ezio but then he saw the Italian instructions written below it.

It was Ezio’s own handwriting.

He was sure of it.

Which meant… Desmond had written it.

He had noticed Desmond had the same handwriting as him and Ezio was sure he was missing a few key pieces of information about the Bleeding Effect but Ezio did understand that it was the Bleeding Effect that helped Desmond copy many of Ezio’s skills and techniques.

And, apparently, handwriting…

Ezio didn’t say a word about it though. If Desmond was keeping himself busy by organizing things in the den, he was free to do so.

Maybe he’d even find a way to organize the mess that Yusuf called the record room.

…

…

…

But Ezio did not expect it to escalate to this level.

Now, the Galatea den feels like… home.

The scent of a homemade meal in the air made Ezio’s mouth water. There was no more equipment or paperwork lying haphazardly on one of the tables or on the floor (and that one time that Ezio saw a sword stuck to the ceiling that Yusuf just waved off but offered no explanation to). The novices were busy preparing the tables with plates and cutlery while other novices were trying to finish their chores so they could eat as well.

The other Assassins seemed excited to eat as well, some even going as far as poking their head into the kitchen before quickly ducking away as if they had been caught.

Curiosity getting the better of him, Ezio walked inside the kitchen and Desmond immediately turned around and smiled at him as he said, “Welcome back, Ezio. Lunch’s just about ready.”

Ezio walked towards the table where a novice was chopping fruits that would probably be served together with whatever Desmond was cooking, “It smells wonderful, Desmond.”

Desmond turned around to focus on the cooking pot as he replied, “Thanks! I tried adding a few more herbs this time. Yusuf brought back some meat he got from the market and-”

“Ow!” Ezio shouted as Desmond quickly turned around and hit his hand by throwing one of the ladles near him. Ezio turned to stare at Desmond with a betrayed look on his face and it took all of Ezio’s willpower to not cower when he saw Desmond was now glaring at him.

“Have you washed your hands, Ezio?” Desmond asked.

“Of c-” Ezio’s mouth immediately closed when Desmond raised an eyebrow. Ezio sighed as he said, “I’ll wash them now.”

Desmond nodded before turning to face the pot once more. Ezio looked at the slice of fruit he was just about to take and blinked when the novice chopping fruits slid the plate filled with sliced fruits away from Ezio.

Ezio raised an eyebrow at the novice who began to glance between him and Desmond for a moment before finally staring at Ezio with an apologetic expression on his face as he slid the plate further away from Ezio.

Ezio sighed…

And went to wash his hands.

[ourcrazym]

Character trait meme ft OneShotRevolt

bold any trait that does fit your muse, italic any trait that fits your muse in some verses but not in others. [I’ll do this as always and sometimes]

Thanks @erenaeoth for this tag.

I’d tag this forward but the only person who has any OC’s I know of isn’t on tumblr for the moment.

This is my character: Malik Amari

Ana Amari’s big brother. The only political rival to his father Yusuf Amari. Fareeha’s uncle. 

Saved Fareeha from certain death when Yusuf Amari (a staunch conservative) was out for Fareeha’s blood (after finding out that Fareeha is a lesbian)

Basic Traits

active. cheerful. creative. genius. gloomy. goofball. hot-headed. romantic. self-assured. unflirty. art lover. bookworm. foodie. geek. music lover. perfectionist. ambitious. cat lover. dog lover. childish. clumsy. dance machine. erratic. glutton. kleptomaniac. lazy. loves the outdoors. materialistic. neat. slob. snob. squeamish. vegetarian. good. evil. bro. family-orientated. hates children. insider. loner. jealous. mean. non-committal. outgoing. paranoid. self-absorbed.

Bonus Traits

animal affection. high metabolism. muser. dastardly. domestic. essence of flavour. business savvy. quick learner. home turf (prefers). alluring. collector. gregarious. career-minded.

Reward Traits

animal whisperer. long-lived. kindness ambassador. expressionistic. poetic. piper. world-renowned actor. mastermind. tormentor. vicarious. matriarch/patriarch. i am the master. role model. fresh chef. potion master. (cheese) melt master. shrewd. thrifty. a true master. professional. webmaster. handy. museum patron. in the know. player. companion. survivalist. naturalist. angler’s tranquility.  appraiser. treasure hunter. natural leader. hilarious. beloved. perfect host. regained humanity. unstoppable fame. over-achiever.

Character Value Traits

responsible. irresponsible. good manners.Bad manners. emotional control. uncontrolled emotions. mediator. argumentative. compassionate. insensitive.

Satisfaction Reward Traits

always welcome (in other people’s homes). gym rat. observant. speed cleaner. great storyteller. heat acclimation. cold acclimation. waterproof. mentor. morning person. night owl.  speed reader. storm chaser. stoves and grills master. creative  visionary. entrepreneurial. frugal. independent. shameless. steel  bladder. incredibly friendly. beguiling. antiseptic. carefree. (has) connections. fertile. great kisser. hardly hungry. professional slacker. savant. seldom sleepy. super green thumb. needs no one. sincere. memorable.