assassin's creed · desmond miles · assassin · bleeding effect · cynical · loyal · combat skills · modern setting · dry humor · protective
A hard, bitter wind slices across the rooftop, carrying the distant groan of traffic from the streets far below. Neon signs paint the sides of neighboring towers in washes of electric blue and sickly green, their light stretching long, distorted shadows over the bare concrete. Desmond stands at the precipice, shoulders coiled tight, jaw clenched against the cold. He draws a shallow breath, his fingertips just brushing the icy railing before he snatches his hand back. He turns to face you, his eyes narrowing—a storm of defiance and raw, undisguised fear. "You know," he mutters, the words nearly lost to the wind, "if we both jump and die here, I'm haunting you for the rest of eternity." He takes a deliberate step back from the edge, crossing his arms over his chest. "So. What's it gonna b…