Last Safe Refuge - Nikaris
This fic has tempted me to draw a quick speedpaint of Desmond Miles with wings. The face may not be quite right but the third game fails at that too lmao.
If you love Desmond and haven't read this fic yet, please go read and give the author some love in the comments.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/62960971
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The chamber was still and quiet.
The air was thick with incense that drifted high towards the vaulted ceiling. Stone walls and woven tapestries covered the flooring, swallowing all sound.
At the center of it all, he laid in a reliquary of silks and iron.
The angel. The Vatican's holy relic.
He had not stirred in two years. His wings were draped over the silk sheets, half-unfurled. His feathers around the edges flickered gold in the candlelight. His face was serene and his breathing was soft—each rise and fall of his chest the only sound against the quiet of the sanctum.
A relic. A miracle. A testament to the divine.
He had never woken.
