Okay, here we go! This is currently listed as the final chapter for this bit, where it's shorter snippets for the group as a whole. It's possible that there might be more in the future, but it's not a promise.
Anyways, I've had this just in my wip folder for uh, literal years at this point, so I thought it was about time to just post it. There's also some outisder!POV of the first chapter of Desmond's story, which is my take on the first Assassin's Creed game in this sense8 fusion AU.
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2023 AUGUST 31 Thursday
"Fill us at daybreak with your kindness, that we may shout for joy and gladness all our days.
And may the gracious care of the LORD our God be ours; Prosper the work of our hands for us!"
~ Psalms 90:14,17a
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one of the funniest things in disco elysium hands down is when you learn your prime suspect for the murder fled days ago because she heard the engine of kim's car and kim's only response to that is 'well i'm so sorry that my car fucks i'm sorry that my dick is huge. anyway'
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It has been quite a while since I last wrote anything for my Assassin’s Creed x sense8 AU, but listen, comments are currency in the writing vending machine, and I was recently give A Whole Lot of currency, okay? New chapter incoming when I can figure out how to end this particular one in a way I like.
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Ezio smirked at Desmond, then.
“No,” Desmond said, scowling at him. “He is not the Malik to my Altair, no matter what you keep implying.”
“But Aveline is not there to be Altair for him,” Ezio protested mildly.
“And he’s not going to get one, because he’s not a good Malik anyway,” Desmond said. “Malik, I think, would be offended by the comparison.”
For one, Hastings was belligerent and sardonic, but nowhere near as pointed or as sharp with his words as Malik could be. Malik was deadly if given reason. For another, Hastings had yet to apologize for things said in error and anger. Not with words, and not with actions, in case he found words troublesome like many people they knew could. Desmond wasn’t holding it against Hastings, necessarily. But he wasn’t going to give him any quarter.
Ezio sighed, like it was the worst fact in the world. “That is true, I suppose.”
“Give it some time,” Elise said, and patted him on the shoulder consolingly. “I’m sure they’ll be a good Altair and Malik when they’ve gotten used to each other. Remember, Altair and Malik have known each other their entire lives.”
“That’s true,” Ezio said, brightening.
“Sometimes I hate you,” Desmond grumbled.
“You really don’t,” Elise said fondly.
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