Frowning softly and pushing her headphones down around her neck, Rebecca grazed her eyes across the Monteriggioni Assassin's vault. Desmond and Shaun slept in sleeping bags over in one corner, Desmond snoring loudly on his back, Shaun rolled up into a little ball with earplugs in.
Her own sleeping bag sat messy from the night before across from an immaculate, empty one. She'd stayed up late running diagnostics on the Animus, checking its performance, as soon as the day's session had ended, the boys had gone to get some sleep and Lucy had left somewhere, not having been seen since.
Rebecca stood from her chair and rubbed her eyes, all of the artificial light was eventually getting to her, irritating her. She flexed out her stiff limbs and looked over the many Assassin statues with silent respect, making her way upside into Monteriggioni. Her fingertips brushed idly across the walled stones which held the past Auditore villa up from the earth, still musing their immense infrastructure, how all the struts held after all that time astounded her.
Walking up through the halls and out into the courtyard, she closed her eyes and tipped her head back, breathing the fresh, nightingale-tinged air in deeply before lifting her lids to gaze at the aphotic sky, speckled and splotched what seemed sporadically with stars.
A small smile peeked at the corners of her lips, slowly pacing across the cobblestone towards the training ring. Wildflowers and bushels of leaves and buds rounded the area, perked up between the cracks of the pavement, petals shut closed in preparation for the impending dawn. Her shoes clicked softly against the ground, a slender silhouette in the shine perched upon the stone railing, shoulders slightly hunched, feet linked over the edge.
Quietly walking towards the other, Rebecca sat down opposite her, pulling one knee onto the wide railing and placing a hand on her calf, the other raising to lay over her shoulder.
"Lucy." She murmured softly, grinning as the woman flinched, her hands gripping the stone to keep her balance. "…Jumpy, tonight, are we?" The technician rubbed her shoulder, tipping her head to better see her face, smiling. Letting out what sounded like a light, forced laugh, Lucy shrugged her other shoulder.
"As much as you keep me on my toes, you know how I don't like being scared when I assume I'm safe, Bec'…" Looking down, she quirked her mouth, rethinking. "…Actually… Never mind. I guess I just wanted to think that for a moment." She responded in a small voice, giving her an equally strained smile before crossing her arms in her lap.
"Right, don't worry about it." Rebecca chuckled and swung her legs over the side of the ledge, propping her elbows on her knees and holding her face in her hands.
"So, what's up, Luce'? You got out here real quick after the session ended tonight… Is something wrong?" The technician asked in hidden concern, the other didn't take well to people worrying about her, looking at her downcast face from the corner of her eye.
The side of Lucy's mouth pulled up into a slight, lopsided smile, waving a hand absently.
"It's nothing… Nothing to worry about." Mumbling, she began to pick at the minute frays of her pants, her brow knitted in what seemed like concentration.
"Okay." Rebecca responded simply, she knew better than to force things out of her, it lead to nothing, if she wanted to talk, she would.
Kicking her legs in the air slowly, she listened to dusks sounds echoing around them; the ambient crickets of cicadas, the incessant electrical buzz, the scurrying of small insects and animals, their light breath which formed into condensation in the chilled atmosphere… She swore she could hear Desmond's snoring from that far away, making her smile again.
That smile persisted through the trickling time until a particular shine beside her arose, changing to a sorrowful up-curve of her lips, reaching out to wipe away a stray tear seeping from the corner of Lucy's eye, the moisture reflecting the moonlight which shone heavily down on them, their only luminance.
Sliding across the ledge, Rebecca slung her arm over her shoulders, pulling her closer and rubbing her upper arm, placing her other hand over Lucy's slightly trembling ones. She turned her head and pressed her lips above her ear, humming softly.
"What's wrong?" The technician whispered against her hair.
"Why…Why is this so… Difficult…?" She responded, bowing her head and leaning against her, a few more fleeting tears trickling down her cheeks to drip off and sink into the material of her jeans. "Everything… Our whole ordeal, the Assassins and Templars…Why…" Lucy lifted a hand to cover her mouth, stifling a soft sob.
"That's just how it's always been, As long as there are dictators, hell-bent on destruction, the Templars… There will always be the righteous to push them away, the Assassins…" Rebecca murmured against her blonde strands, sliding her other hand to card through the soft hair as he shook in her hold.
"And we can't just stop this whole thing? Break the charade? Lead a normal life?" She turned her body into the technicians, trembling fingers curling against her clothes, head beneath her chin.
"We're in too deep to give up, now, Luce'… We gotta' see this through to the end, no matter the outcome, we make it our own, no matter what…" Rebecca shifted her legs, one either side of the stone railing, holding her tightly as she shuddered again, pressing a light kiss to her hairline. "Hey, hey… Come on, now…" She placed two fingers beneath Lucy's chin and tipped her face up, resting their foreheads together and looking to her shiny, azure eyes with a small smile.
"We'll be fine, I know it… You're the strongest out of all of us, and you've gotten us this far… You can't stop now, how'll Des' and Shaun react, huh? No doubt they'll break down and cry…" Rebecca grinned widely; coaxing a shaky laugh and smile from the other, soft sniffles. "Yeah… Now, that's what I like to see… We'll be okay…" She closed her eyes and wrapped both of her arms around her shoulders, instantly melting against the warmth which met with her lips, sighing lightly against Lucy's soft ones.
They stayed as that for a few moments before Rebecca moved to gently mouth her lips, the other's parting in accordance. Running her palms up and down her spine, she reveled in the smooth cadence which swept over them, forgetting their war momentarily as their mouths worked sweetly against each other.
She pulled back as Lucy shivered, able to see the prickles of gooseflesh on her forearms where her jacket was rolled up to her elbows.
"Come on." Rebecca whispered with a smile, hopping off onto the ground and taking her hand, tugging lightly. The blonde climbed off and gripped her fingers a little tighter, falling into slow step together. They walked wordlessly back into the villa, the technician glancing over her shoulder and up towards the glistening constellations before rounding the corner, heading down into the vault.
Looking over the underground hideout, Rebecca couldn't help but grin, again, at the sight before them: Desmond was snoring as loud as ever, sprawled out as much as the sleeping bag would allow, and Shaun had moved spots altogether, now sleeping on the opposite side of the area, curled up tight. She looked at Lucy beside her who had a smile peeking at her lips, giggling and nudging her with and elbow, pulling her towards their sleeping bags.
The technician peeled her overshirt away, dropping it down and beginning to work on her boots, hopping on one foot, eventually gaining her balance as Lucy stepped out of her jeans, jacket neatly folded upon the ground. Kneeling beside her sleeping back, Rebecca unzipped it wide as to allow both of them to slide in, gripping the blonde's thin ankle after climbing inside, her big blue eyes looking down at her unsure before smiling and crawling in beside her. She conformed to the other's warm body, the zip being done up behind her, hugging closer, arms wrapping around her shoulders.
Lucy pulled back to look at her, frowning softly.
"Thank you." She mouthed, basking in the small grin that was given.
"You're welcome." Rebecca whispered back before leaning down to press their lips together, carding her fingers through the letdown blonde hair, resting her chin atop her head and closing her eyes.
Once morning arrived, they'd have much to answer from the boy's, but, that was the least of what they cared about then, and there.