November 1st, 2018


Breaking Your Fast

Breaking Your Fast
Assassin's Creed Fanfic
Summary - Tiny Fill for the AC kinkmeme.  Desmond has always seen dead people.  Some are more annoying than others.


Desmond is busy slicing bananas into bite sized chunks when he senses the presence and responds before it can even start, “No.”

There is a disappointed huff, a slight chill he can feel on the tip of his nose but not through the thick material of his hoodie, and he doesn't even have to look up from his paring knife to know the figure in weather beaten cowl and robes will have his arms crossed with an equally weather beaten hand resting comfortably on a spectral blade. “I didn't say anything, mubtadi.

“You were thinking it, dai.” Desmond answers back, putting the bananas to the side and starting on the few strawberries that hadn't turned to mush in the freezer. He still hasn't decided if he's going to put the fruit in yogurt or oatmeal. Probably the yogurt. He ate so much damn oatmeal at the Farm, not because he had too, but because the alternative...

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