A Confession of Character post ACR ficWarning: Heavy spoilers for AC RevelationsA Confession of Character post ACR fic by alexb49
Characters: Desmond Miles, Shaun Hastings
People seem not to see that their opinion of the world is also a confession of character.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
There was still a hint of fall color in the otherwise cold and dismal grey of upstate New York as it settled in for the winter.
His thin blazer did nothing to shield him from the elements but Shaun was out in it anyway, pulling his collar just a little bit tighter against the brutal wind. No time to get any proper clothes for this horrid weather. At least he had his usual coffee to sustain him. No espresso bars, no shops; he'd had to rely on the good graces of a petrol station for his fix. Of course, it was absolute rubbish, bitter and bland like everything else here. A sterling metropolis, this was; a village whose bovine inhabitants outnumbered the bipedal kind by a good margin. It had been easy to find a tiny place t
through the gray woods came...Title: through the gray woods came lanterns with wagons and horsesthrough the gray woods came... by alexb49
Fandom: Assassin's Creed 2
Genre: AU for the modern assassin era
Warnings: Drug use, hints of slash (there will always be slash), experimentation with tense
Rating: PG 13
I own nothing. Ubisoft owns AC and likes crapping all over it. I treat my toys a little more gently.
His whole body awakens all at once and Desmond fights off the dreams that have come to haunt him. Strange words and even stranger memories make the roof over his head seem foreign. Out of place.
Easy enough to do when you’ve been making your way out west under the best of circumstances. Hopping from between every one horse town to another.
It had been three months, though. Three months in La Porte. The boarding house almost seemed like home and it had been an awfully long time since he could say the same about anywhere else.
He throws an arm behind his head and worries that are more commonplace