"You're not helping, Shaun." Desmond winced as the shirt was pulled over his head. This was fucked up. What else was the universe planning to throw at him? He was a bartender turned Assassin turned Avian. Shaun better not be right about anything extra.
He watched Shaun's wings fluff out, stressed. Desmond didn't blame him for being worried. Whatever had triggered this, it wasn't something even remotely normal. He craned his neck to look over his shoulder. Jesus. The joints weren't nearly as big around as Altair's. Closer to Ezio's. But that was still pretty fucking big. His sides and shoulders ached...when he pressed his fingers against the skin, he could feel the flight muscles underneath.
Desmond snorted. "Fuck's sake, no. He'll find a way to blame me for it." he finally took the glass of water and downed both pills, chugging the rest of the water down in his thirst. "I need to get food in me...pretty sure these damn things are draining me dry."
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Date: 2015-02-24 06:32 pm (UTC)He watched Shaun's wings fluff out, stressed. Desmond didn't blame him for being worried. Whatever had triggered this, it wasn't something even remotely normal. He craned his neck to look over his shoulder. Jesus. The joints weren't nearly as big around as Altair's. Closer to Ezio's. But that was still pretty fucking big. His sides and shoulders ached...when he pressed his fingers against the skin, he could feel the flight muscles underneath.
Desmond snorted. "Fuck's sake, no. He'll find a way to blame me for it." he finally took the glass of water and downed both pills, chugging the rest of the water down in his thirst. "I need to get food in me...pretty sure these damn things are draining me dry."