#the farm and masyaf having a lot of similarities

[teecupangel]

Rather specific and weird but, how do you think Altaïr, Ezio, Ratonhnhaké:ton, and Desmond would react to having chronic migraines? Totally not asking because my chronic migraines are kicking my ass right now. Totally.

I hope you feel better, nonny, and I’m sorry this is so late TTATT

Altaïr:

Altaïr had been living with the pain in his head that comes and goes regularly since he was a child.

He knows how to hide it and he has no plans to tell anyone about it.

Al Mualim knows of it and has told him repeatedly how important it was for nobody else to know.

It was a weakness that Altaïr cannot show to others.

So he pretends he’s fine.

Everything was fine.

He’s fine.

He must be fine.

Ezio:

Ezio’s sickness in the mind as the dottore would call it always worried his family. He tried to hide it at times, especially when he knows that Petruccio needed more care and attention that him. He was the older brother. The least he could do was make sure his youngest sibling would be cared for. He can endure the pain.

“You’re an idiot.” Claudia would always say as she drags Ezio to his room and force him to lay on his bed.

“I’m fine, Claudia.”

“I know. You’re helping me practice.”

Ezio had hated this ‘practice’ when he was a child. A practice to when I have my own child, Claudia would say.

It was embarrassing.

But hearing Claudia read out loud a book for children…

Feeling the warmth of his blanket…

The relaxing scent of tea that Claudia would sip from time to time…

The pain in his head was still prominent but… Ezio couldn’t help but relax nonetheless.

“Thank you, Claudia.”

“Shush, babies don’t talk.”

Ratonhnhaké:ton:

Everyone in the village knew that Ratonhnhaké:ton would have this ‘episodes’ every so often. They always seemed to realize it even when Ratonhnhaké:ton is trying to hide it and tell him to go home and rest or, if Ratonhnhaké:ton is being a bit too stubborn, they’ll let him do something for the village that he could do at his own pace. Nothing dangerous. They’d always check up on him every so often and Ratonhnhaké:ton would try to finish it. But his mother would always come to him before he could and they would go home. His mother would tuck him after they ate and hum some kind of song as she held her son.

When he became an Assassin, he tried to hide it. It was easy to hide it among the people who didn’t know him.

But Achilles always knew.

“You’ll only be a danger to everyone and yourself. Rest and return when you’re better.”

Achilles tried to keep his distance.

But Ratonhnhaké:ton still heard the concern in his tone.

He always watched as Achilles walked away after saying his peace even though the sound of his cane tapping against the wooden floor made the pain in his head hurt a little bit more.

Rest.

Yes.

Ratonhnhaké:ton supposed he should take a rest.

He didn’t want Achilles to come back and hit him on the head with his cane later after all.

Not that it ever happened.

It was an empty threat and they both knew it.

Desmond:

Desmond is slave to capitalism. He has no choice but to keep on working even though he has a migraine. It’s absolute hell but Desmond has grown used to this.

Even back on the Farm, he would still continue to train when he was having a migraine. Nothing has truly changed.

Hell, this is an improvement.

The worst he could do was drop some kind of glass or bottle instead of falling or getting hurt himself.

It’ll be fine.

He’ll be fine.

(He does not realize that the lighting and the music of his job is worsening his migraines, he just thinks he need to power through it)

He would probably check online for medicines that can help make his migraines ‘easier’ or remember the medicine his parents used to give him (and yeah, if it needs a prescription, Desmond’s gonna steal it)