I had a very sudden thought of Desmond running from Ezio and Altaïr (they’re chasing him for answers. You know, the usual time teleporting shit) and he manages to make it to the top of a tower that doesn’t have a jump point on it.
Ezio and Altaïr seem victorious with the end of the chase so near, both of them smirking as they look at the strange hooded figure in front of them.
Desmond sighs softly to himself. He really didn’t want to have to do this but he guesses he’ll have to if he wants to get out of this. He watches as his ancestors draw nearer, both of them moving slowly as they watch for any sudden movements.
Desmond allows them to get a meter away before he smirks at them, spreading his arms out and falling right off the edge of the tower.
Both mentors feel their hearts jump to their throats, rushing over to the edge to watch as the mystery man falls to the floor below. Right as looks as if he’s about to hit the floor something unfurls from his back, catching the wind and letting him swoop up and away from the ground.
Desmond can’t help the giddy laughter that escapes him when he feels the wind rushing through his feathers and hair, breathless with the rush of adrenaline that courses through him as he comes back up to hover in front of his ancestors. The looks on their faces are well worth the chase they made him go through.
The wings are brown with golden flecked tips, reminiscent of an eagle as they flare and flap behind the stranger to keep him steady. Surprisingly the hood had stayed put - the rest of cloak flaring out around him as his wings kick up the wind - only allowing them to see the way the man gives them a pleased smirk and nod of the head before he takes off. If it wasn’t so mesmerising and slightly impressive the two mentor’s would have felt miffed with the obvious snub.