Moon: So, I tried this out...hopefully I'm not making Desmond to OC...so this is me warning ya all, I have no idea what I am doing.
He could feel it mostly when he was in the state between awake and sleep. The feeling of someones arms around his waist, fingers gently wafting through his hair or stroking his cheek. Desmond tried to dismiss it as just imagination.
But sometimes it happened when he was fully awake too. He wondered if it was part of being in the aniums. Part of the bleeding effect.
But he didn't dare mention it to Lucy. Not to mention Rebecca and Shaun.
Was it hallusination maybe?
But he couldn't see anything around him or anyone when it happened like he usually did with the bleeding effect. It was just...feelings.
Arms, hands, the warmth of another body.
Desmond flushed and rubbed his face. «Desmond, arey ou alright?» He looked up and nodded to Lucy. «Just a bit hungry and tired. Any chance of getting some coffee and a bit to eat before I head into the animus?»
Shaun snorted. «There's a pot of coffee and Rebecca went out on a food run. She'd be back soon.» The englishman drawled.
Desmond nodded, taking a deep breath. Well at least this ment spending a bit of time out of the animus. He liked it when he got some time off from the machine and his ancestors memories to be honest.
'Dez-mund...'
His head snapped up and he looked around in panic. That...that had sounded like a italian accent, a very familiar one...but no, that couldn't be...
He swallowed and licked the scar on his lip. No, he was hearing things.
'I'm going insane, that's what's happening.' He thought, rubbing his temples. «I'm gonna go wash while Rebeccas out, take the oppertunity to at least not stink as much.» He told the other two and quickly moved to the bathroom.
Throwing his clothes into the washer, Desmond stepped into the shower quickly, relieved they had moved to a area which had modern day facilites as now they could at least clean off and eat properly.
Under the radar of the templars of course.
Always under the radar of the templars. Desmond sighed, leaning his forehead against the tiles as he turned on the shower, shivering a bit in the water before it finally heated up to the tempature the other wanted it to become. The young would be assassin just stood there for a few moments, letting his head be blissfully empty, no worrying about the templars, no concern over the bleeding effect, no thinking of when they'd have to run of next time. Just a blissfull emptyness in his head before he finally shifted and washed quickly, scrubbing every last inch of himself.
After he stepped out, he threw his clothes into the drier and moved to the sink, shaving carefully. He almost nicked himself with the razor as he noticed amber eyes staring at him in the mirror, those all to familiar amber eyes.
Desmond's pulse rose, his eyes widen, his grip tighened before he twirled around, staring at the emptyness behind him.
«...I'm loosing my mind.» He hissed, his hands in his hair as he tried to pull himself togheter.
«Desmond, are you sure you're alright?» Lucy frowned to him, worried about the other as Desmond made his way to the animus 2.0. The other looked at her before nodding quickly, licking his lip scar again, a nervous habit he had since he got it.
«Yeah, I'm fine Lucy. Food and a shower hit the spot so I'm ready to go again.» He said, brushing of her concern though he still felt freaked out from earlier. But he didn't want to tell them how far he was loosing his mind. No, he really didn't want to share with them how far he was suffering from the bleeding effect.
'Hearing Ezio and seeing Altair in a mirror are not good signs.' He thought as he got plugged into the animus. 'Not good at all...'
