Mizuki and Date though like. Imagine being 8 and your parents are filthy rich and going through a bad divorce. Your mom treats you like shit, lashing out at you, hitting you, saying she wishes you were never born all because you were behaving like a child. Your dad is more comforting, but he doesn’t do anything to stop the abuse and he spends his time invested in a completely different family, a girl who you love and look up to but he loves her more than you and it fucking shows. Then your dads new friend, some fucking bachelor in his late 20s, is just like "wow you guys are the worst fucking parents ive ever seen" and next thing you know your dad is sending you off to live with him. And it’s just a massive kick in the head cuz you go from a rich lifestyle to living in some really shitty tiny ass apartment with this guy who’s clearly never been around a child in his entire life and he doesn’t know how to behave and does a really bad job of censoring himself like he has a bunch of dirty magazines that he can’t hide very well cuz it’s literally a studio apartment and also he talks to himself sometimes, it’s really weird. He doesn’t even have the slightest clue what he’s doing
And he’s the best parent you’ve ever had
Because fuck, it all really hurts. You have to cope with having never received any love from anyone, and with the fact that your parents clearly don’t want you and can’t even be bothered to send you with anyone even kinda responsible. And this guy has a scary job with crazy hours and you don’t know anything about him and neither does he. But still, he never once hits you or tells you you’re not allowed to cry. He just gives you space and doesn’t push you to feel any sort of way about him. And sometimes, he’s even kind. He makes you some stew, even though it’s a bit chunky. He lets you sleep in the bed and takes the couch for himself, even though he complains about the massive back pain he’d never trade his spot for a second. He pays attention to events at your school and gives you your favorite stuffed animal when you make good grades, even though you called it ugly. He gets worried sick when you come home with bruises and puts on a goofy voice and trains you to defend yourself and you develop some highly deadly skills and even though it’s really abnormal, he buys you a bench press so you can get stronger. There’s this distance there, and you feel really weird caring about someone who you aren’t related to, but you find yourself wishing it was meant to be like this all along, that maybe, he’s secretly your real dad and he loves you like his real daughter
And when you say "I’m back" he says "welcome home"
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Sense Ubisoft decided to give us jack shit on Desmond's mother I wanted to do my own little head-canon of her.
Desmond's mother is a cold, no-nonsense woman. A prodigy in her own right who was probably one of the options for the next mentor, but preferred field work. Her acts of love are through services and what is a better service to those she loves then ridding the world of templars. The longest she probably went without being out in the field was when Desmond was born and it isn't till he is 5 or 6 that she goes back out. Now she is working twice as hard. Not just for her fellow assassins, but now she has a son. A son who will be forced to do this same exact thing if she doesn't do something.
So she is around less and less. One day here, two days there. And maybe she thinks she is doing her family a favor. She deludes herself into thinking this will push Bill and Desmond closer together. Desmond will love Bill more because he is there and she is not. But it has the opposite effect. As he gets older Desmond starts to resent Bill. He can never be good enough. Never strong enough or fast enough. He is subjected to a constant stream of belittlement from his father. Bill works all the time and Desmond hates that he is forced to have dinners at an empty table all alone while Bill is in his office. So close but still too far.
But his mother? Oh his mother is his hero because all this time he has been building in his head the idea of what his mother is. An ideal mother. "Yeah she isn't here cause she is keeping us safe. Everyone says how great she is. The best of the best." He tells himself. Then as he gets older he starts to compare Bill to this idea of his mother. "If mom was here she'd be able to explain this better to me. She is really smart.", "When mom gets back I'm sure she can help me with this move. She's the best.", "Once mom gets here we can have dinner like a family, maybe we can cook together." on and on.
Finally, at 16, his mother is home for the first time for a longer than a day. Two whole weeks in fact. And he is so excited only for that reunion to be awkward and kind of cold. He doesn't get those meals together like he hoped. Training with her is worse than his father. With Bill he had learned when the man is actually paying attention and where, which allowed Desmond to slack in other areas, but with his mother she is always watching. She nitpicks every movement and doesn't seem to understand why he can't get something on the first try. She pushes Desmond well past exhaustion and makes him train even past that. Desmond's carefully crafted view of his mother is destroyed in just a few days leaving him empty and convinced that neither of his parents actually love him.
From Desmond's mother's point of view the reunion is "cold" because she doesn't know what to say to her son. She has been gone for so much of his life and the only things she really knows about him are through Bill. She knows he has potential, but he is "disinterested" and "never takes anything seriously" so in training she pushes him. She has been a field agent this whole time. She knows that a single misstep can mean death and Desmond is already 16. In a few more years they will send him on his first mission and she will be damned if she lets him die. Those missed meals together? She is with Bill in his office helping with his work and on occasion they will sit there with a bottle of scotch between them, talking about life before. Before he had to be mentor, when they had at least a little time to themselves. A little time for each other. She doesn't see what she is doing to Desmond.
When it's time for her to leave again she doesn't question Desmond's lack of smile or how he says he is going to go "train", she only thinks 'Good. He is going to start taking things more seriously.' She doesn't think anything is wrong when she gets off the plane and she drives to the safe-house. She doesn't know that Desmond has snuck out. Ran away from the home he believes never even cared about him. Nothing is wrong until Bill calls her and says the three words the shatters her world.
"Desmond is gone."
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This is based on @zero-saito’s reply for this post
@teecupangel what if the day Desmond was born was a date that the sky turned green like that?
The sky turned green the day her son was born.
It lasted until he stopped crying.
Or so they say…
She had been too tired to care about such things, holding her son as he cried his heart out.
Her heart ached when he cried for so long.
As if lamenting his birth…
They said it was an auspicious sign.
She saw it as an omen of what was to come.
She had him because it was part of the contract she had with William Miles.
William Miles believed she would fall in love with him.
She doubted it the moment he agreed to her father’s proposal to ‘sell’ her off.
A child born of the Ibn-La'Ahad and the Auditore bloodline…
That was what her son was to her father.
To her husband?
He was just as fucked up as her. Unlike him, she never pretended to be normal.
He probably loved her son in his own way but he also saw him as the successor to such mighty bloodlines.
And this green sky that greeted her son’s birth.
It was only auspicious to them.
To her…
To her son…
It was a curse.
He hated the color green. He preferred the whites and reds that his mother usually wore.
He liked dark skies, of rain and storm…
He hated the word ‘auspicious’.
He hated his birth date.
But most of all…
He hated the Farm where the green sky appeared.
So he ran away.
And she stayed behind.
Screamed his name while standing at the opposite side of where she saw him run.
Swore she saw him run deep into the green forest, not towards the cliff that led to the blue waters that will carry him farther away from them faster than his legs could.
He ran away.
And she stayed.
Because she was not the mother he should have had.
But she was the distraction he needed that day.
.
When the entire sky was covered in the curtains of colors everyone found beautiful that early morning when the Solar Flare was supposed to hit the earth…
She saw the green curtains.
And did not think of it as auspicious at all.
She felt her phone vibrate but she didn’t need anyone to call her to know.
The world was saved.
But her son was cursed by this green sky once more.
She wondered if he knew why she wasn’t with him during his last moments.
Did he hate her?
That was fine.
She deserved it.
She was not a good mother.
But…
She was raised to be the perfect distraction by her own father.
So she took out her phone.
It was a message from William Miles.
[He’s dead.]
What an auspicious day for them all then.
They sacrificed her son for the world.
And she…
She never said goodbye.
No.
She doesn’t deserve a goodbye.
She closed the notification and pressed the volume up button on the side of her phone.
And watched as Abstergo’s Philadelphia branch explode.
It was unnecessary.
She had done her part pretending to be her son by appearing in CCTV the day prior but this…
This is her being petty.
What a bad mother she was.
William Miles was probably crying when he sent that message to her.
He probably managed to say something to her son before his death that would help him grieve.
But she had nothing.
She deserved nothing.
No tears fell from her eyes.
But her mouth moved.
And laughter burst forth.
Madness?
Hysteria?
She didn’t know anymore.
He hated the color green.
But he liked white.
Like the flash that appeared before an explosion.
He liked red.
Like the blood of the Templars that was caught up by the blast.
He liked dark skies.
Like the smoke that kissed the sky of the fire that was created afterwards.
She was a bad mother to her son.
But she was a good Assassin.
And perhaps…
That was all she needed to be to honor his memories.
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