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Midnight Maiden
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Desmond finished lowering her to the ground, making sure to set her head down as gently as possible. He wasn't trying to hurt her, but he needed his answers. "Our alleged kid," Desmond snipped right back at her. He found the whole kid/future thing pretty unbelievable, but he honestly wasn't sure what to make of it anymore. His life was just crazy enough that something like this could happen. Or maybe the kid was nuts and suffering from the Bleeding Effect. Who knows.
Moving down, he looked uneasily at her. He was about to get massive creep points for this, without a doubt, but covering your back came before feeling creepy. "Rid, Don't reach for your rape whistle. I'm just checking to see if you have your scar."
Pulling her shirt up just the slightest amount he quickly peeked to see that there was infact a scar there, he pulled it back down quickly, maybe a little faster and harder than was necessary.
Embarrassed Desmond is Embarrassed
Then he backed up to a very safe distance, and sat down. The shock he had given her wouldn't last for long, and shouldn't leave any lasting side effects. If he'd had it dialed up to full power it probably would have fried her brain a little, but he almost never used that power setting on his allies :|
"Good. You're my Rid. You wouldn't have been the first impostor I've met." Then he just kind of sat there, just staring at her. He hadn't planned on meeting up with her again. Ever. He'd sent her away to keep her safe, but it had seemed like trouble was intent on seeking out the both of them. Trouble's name was Connor.
"Besides. How would I know if you're an illusionist or not. You haven't exactly been the most forthcoming about stuff." This coming from... the Mentor of the Assassin Order. The secret priestly killers that fought shadow wars with the descendants of Cain.
Totally not hypocritical Desmond :|
Eugh. The way that Desmond handled setting her down with such care made Ridley sick to her stomach. Dammit, Desmond.. You aren't supposed to care. Please.. stop.. caring... the blonde pleaded mentally, as though the assassin would actually be able to hear. Or, more preferably- so that he wouldn't know just how badly she wanted to protect him from herself -that it would go through to him as a command. That she could just bend him to her will just like everyone else. But as much as she longed to do this... She couldn't. And she hated it.
Any and all of these thoughts left her mind as Desmond hovered over her. She frowned deeply at him, obviously aggravated.. But she couldn't help the bitter laugh that came with his words. "Don't get your hopes up, Hoodie.. I wouldn't let you rape me, even if you wanted to." That edge, though. She hardly seemed to care when the male lifted her shirt.. Though, she was unable to keep from rolling her eyes with a snicker of amusement at the way he abruptly tugged it back down harder than necessary... Which probably was a bad idea, considering that tugged the shirt down a tad further than it should've been. Oops.
Despite the fact that Ridley still couldn't quite move yet, she shot a teasing grin up at Desmond, amusement playing at those golden eyes. The eyes of a Dangerous Creature. "You know, your embarrassment is kind of cute, Hoodie. Ironic that you're older than me, and yet, so much more childish. Hehe." Well.. The jab could've been much worse, in any case.. But her amusement faded as her thoughts began revolving around the scar Desmond spoke of. For once in her life, Ridley's torso was being examined in a way that wasn't.. Well, for lack of better phrasing, in a way that wasn't just sexualizing her. And oddly enough.. The latter was much less embarrassing to Rid than the former.
And of course Desmond had to go and call her 'his Rid'. It felt almost as though her was mocking her, to the blonde. Rubbing salt in the wound, so to speak. "Hmph. I'm not your Rid.. Only person I belong to is myself," she defended, moving her head slightly to face away from Desmond. Feeling was slowly returning.. But Ridley was still jittery, and wasn't quite ready to try to make major movement.
Anddddd.. Then Desmond went and made his next jab, saying she wasn't very forthcoming. Ridley just huffed in annoyance, shaking her head slightly. "Oh, please. I get that you're bitter about what happened, but you don't need to act like that's all there is to me, and that you know everything about me to even start to judge me," she snapped, clearly rubbed up the wrong way. "'Cause let me tell you, Desmond Miles..." Oh no. Not only had she used his name instead of a nickname, but it was his first and last one. "...You don't know jack about me." This was more than likely true. There were people that had known Ridley her entire life and still had never really known her. He doesn't know me.. And he never will.
"Besides.. You know I didn't lie to you even once. I told you that I'm a monster. A villain. The bad guy.. A traitor. You name it and I told you. All of you. The fact that you were too stubborn and blind to see that isn't. My. Fault," she defended, snappily. It was a horrible day for Rid.. And it was getting to be too much. She was stressed, and maybe that was why she was trying so much harder to push him away. "..Look, what do you want, anyways? Why are you here?"