Desmond gasped as he exited the memories of Altaïr that the Animus showed him. It was always a shock to be dragged back from the past and into this cold and white room.
"You alright, there?" Rozalin's brown eyes blinked at him from her own Animus.
"Yeah... I'm fine..." he gasped as he stood up.
"Why don't you two go rest. It's been a long day..." Lucy announces as Rozalin follows through, grasping Desmond's hand in hers and leading him to his 'room' (cell).
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100 Theme Challenge
FanfictionA Challenge with 100 themes. The goal is to make it a drabble (something that is no more than 100 words) but I usually end up making ficlets instead...