Date: 2015-03-10 06:49 am (UTC)
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There were an increasing number of inventive curses going through Shaun's mind as he sat there and watched Desmond stumble over the words. He was honestly trying not to watch his back, to see those bones slowly moving under skin, but it was hard to hide the occasional wince when something noticeably changed in front of his eyes.

His options had become rather limited, at this point, and though it felt extremely weird to do so, Shaun pushed off from the chair and grabbed for the pills again before clambering onto the bed himself and arranging himself in front of Desmond, legs folded and wings half spread as if the internal temptation to wrap them around his fellow Assassin had decided to follow through on that impulse without his brain's permission.

"Keep breathing, you're fine--" He probably wasn't at all, but Shaun knew that saying so likely wouldn't help at this point, and if they could manage a bizarre sort of denial for the time being maybe it would help. "And while I agree that Masyaf could be a fascinating place to visit, I was thinking more along the lines of beaches and warm climates and free drinks, yeah?"
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