dirtyasscreedsecrets:

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‘I want to strap Desmond’s daddy onto the Animus chair and have my way with him. If Desmond ever walks in and catches us in the act, I would just continue riding William until he comes so hard that he makes Desmond uncomfortable and angry. But I know deep down that Desmond secretly wants me, too. So once I am finished with William, I go off and give Desmond a happy ending—he just has to pay me 20 bucks for hit, however.’
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Me at the club.

animusbound:

It had been a long time since Desmond had woken up to quiet.
Usually he was greeted by the hushed murmur of voices, the beeping of the coffee pot (or whistle of the tea pot) as the day began, the whirr and hum of machines as they once again powered on. It was an endless cycle of noise—but it was comforting. In an odd way, Desmond would almost call it home. Waking up to a void of that, waking up to almost complete silence, it was enough to twist Desmond’s gut, panic rearing its ugly head.

Taking a deep breath and squaring his shoulders, Desmond carefully threw the sleeping bag off and got to his feet, methodically checking his hidden blade as he stepped into the main area—he didn’t know what else to call it—pressing his back against the wall and quickly surveying the scene. Some would argue that he was being paranoid, but you didn’t live long in this life if you didn’t take a few precautions. A flash of white caught the man’s attention; there was a note on the table. With another glance around the open area, Desmond quickly made his way to the table and snatched the paper from it, eyes scanning it quickly, desperately reading every curve and forming it into a letter, heartbeat pounding in his ears as paranoia shouted at him to look up, shouted that he was being an idiot for picking up the paper at all.

…Of course, it was amazing just how quiet that voice after Desmond finished reading the note. Shaun and Rebecca had gone off to pick up some groceries. That was why it was so quiet. His actions (and the fact the idea a grocery run hadn’t even occurred to him) were enough to leave Desmond feeling a bit ashamed, a quiet, indignant mutter escaping him as he dropped the paper down with a sigh, scrubbing a hand against his face and turning on his heels, shoes squeaking against the stone.

So. Shaun and Rebecca had gone out for groceries. That meant William (Dad? What was he supposed to call him? Their relationship had never been average) was around here, somewhere. How long had it been since they’d last been alone? Since they’d last had a conversation? For just a moment, Desmond considered turning around and just going back to bed until Shaun and Rebecca got back, forgetting he’d ever seen that note and just moving on, but…

Fuck it, he didn’t know how much longer he had anyway.
“Hey, Dad! You around here somewhere?” Desmond called, poking his head into the little niche William had more or less claimed. “Please tell me you can work some magic and get somehow?”  

William had woken up around six in the morning, or five thirty. He couldn’t remember the exact time up it was before Rebecca and Shaun even blinked an eye open. He preferred not to sleep next to the rest of them, letting them talk-even argue themselves to sleep. ‘Let them have their fun’.

It was a daily thing for Bill to wake up so early. Ever since Desmond decided to pick up and go such a long time ago he couldn’t sleep properly. Sleeping pills wouldn’t work and he’d often wake up in a panic state-but not show it- and creep to Desmond’s room to see if he was still there. ‘It’s just a nightmare, anxiety, you’re old,’ he’d repeat to himself.

So he got up without a sound, and made his way over to the area where they cooked. Shaun insisted on a small table, so they could at least be a bit civilized and William barely had time to argue with the Brit. William checked up on Desmond, a habit, and noticed him sleeping.

“Better not to wake him up,” he thought to himself, continuing his path.

The Mentor noticed the cupboards and food nearly gone. Grabbing a pen from his pocket and a stranded piece of blank paper he began writing things down: food, supplies, and medicine. He brewed himself some coffee, and by then it was seven. So he had woken up at six. Huh.

Walking over to Shaun and Rebecca he nudged them awake with his foot and told them to get up and go shopping, dropping the keys in Shaun’s lap before Rebecca could reach for them.

He saw what she did to her car.

The two scurried off and William sat down at his desk, scrolling over the emails from various bureaus and farms. Most of them were okay, could be better but okay. Some were in shutdown mode so he had no connection to them, dead or alive he’d never know. In mid reply he heard Desmond wake up, feet pattering against the cobblestone.

“I’m here, Desmond, answering e-mails,” he droned out, sending the e-mail.

Noticing one e-mail regarding the death of an assassin he couldn’t help but think of his wife… Did he forget to tell Desmond? Or did he already know? He couldn’t keep track anymore. Besides it wasn’t official, she could still be alive… 

I’m here, back home, if you need me I’ll be answering e-mails

artificialkaczmarek:

desmondgetbackintheanimus:

Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Questions

Yes of course you can

- William M

subject line: Questions

I hate long message chains, sorry.

Thank you, William, really.

-CK

Re: Questions

It’s fine. And no problem Clay.

- William M

runaway-farm-assassin replied to your post: Dad, tell Mom Im sorry for making her worry. I hate doing that to her. You on the other hand Ok, apparently Im supposed to be civil. Home? Please, its a prison! And Im not stupid enough to get into that situation. Im staying with people and they didnt let me go anywhere until I knew basic safety for the area and could recite it in my sleep. Im not coming home, deal with it. Desmond.

I miss you too, Mom but I cant come home. Ive had enough of all this crap about Assassins and Templars. Speaking of, none of them are evil old guys looking to kill me. They actually give a damn about me, Dad.

Desmond,

I CARE, YOU JUST NEED TO OPEN YOUR DAMN EYES

-William M

artificialkaczmarek:

desmondgetbackintheanimus:

artificialkaczmarek replied to your post: Hey, William I - have its sorta - an /important/ question. Do you have a couple of minutes to spare or should I pick your brain later?

Re: Re: Questions; TO: Bill; Am I still uh part of the team? [mIGHT AS WELL FORMAT]

Re:Re:Re: Questions

TO: Clay

Yes, you are.

-William M

Re: Re: Re: Re: Questions

Am I allowed to stay in the hideout with you guys?

-CK

Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Questions

Yes of course you can

- William M

runaway-farm-assassin asked: Dad, tell Mom I'm sorry for making her worry. I hate doing that to her. You on the other hand... Ok, apparently I'm supposed to be civil. Home? Please, it's a prison! And I'm not stupid enough to get into that situation. I'm staying with people and they didn't let me go anywhere until I knew basic safety for the area and could recite it in my sleep. I'm not coming home, deal with it. Desmond.

Desmond, 

We’re worried. I‘m only perparing you for the futur- WHAT

WHO IS THEY

DEMOND WHO ARE YOU TALKING TO?!!?!?! DESMOND THEY COULD BE TEMPLARS.

DESMOND YOU STUPID SHIT WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU 

*neater smaller writing*

Dessy, please come home, I miss you. He’s only looking out for you and trying to prepare you for the future.

-Mom and Dad

runaway-farm-assassin asked: [Letter] Dear Dad, I've got people bugging me to write to you so don't go thinking I've had a change of heart and I'm suddenly going to return to the Farm. Cause that's never going to happen. But you are my Dad and I guess you worry about me sometimes (and not my Assassin skills) so... this is just to let you know that I'm fine. I'm happy. I miss Mom like crazy but I'm being my own person out here. Please don't come looking for me, Desmond.

Dear Desmond,

I’m looking out for you and you’re only 16. “I don’t understand you” or something along those lines. I don’t see why you feel the need to go out and become independent. You’re going to get hurt, or get captured, kidnapped. I’ll wake up next morning and see your organs up for auction in the Blackmarket. 

Your mother misses you, and she’s barely getting any sleep. She’s getting really moody and taking it out on me, Jesus Christ. I’m not going to stop until you’re either 

1. Safe
2. Home (but technically you are only safe when you’re home so that means getting your ass over here)

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