02-06-2015, 10:57 AM
The kid's words were English...and yet he understood very little. He'd been through too much today, passed through too many emotional states, to many extremes.
He was numb. He just listened and remembered back in Jensen's apartment. Connected what he said now and what was said then. Human's with god-like powers. Something had happened long ago. And now...the memory was still there for these Atharim. They didn't forget. They still hunted.
He remembered the alley, thinking of them as some sort of Men in Black kind of organization. He smiled a little, suddenly thinking of his father and Hayden at the same moment.
A part of him was glad to hear his defense of Aria. What she had given him that night had saved him from death. He was drinking himself to death. She had given him back his son and his life. To know that she still struggled...he was glad.
And he noticed that the kid has lost the smirk. The mask of not caring, of pretense and indifference was gone. He challenged Ayden and her use of the power. Connor never thought of Ayden as a god from the stories. She was....Ayden. The woman he loved. She had a power. But she was still herself.
Connor looked at her, fiery red hair framing that sweet face. He smiled at her, watched the play of emotions on her face. This was a lot for her, despite what she could do.
Her face went pale and her eyes widened as suddenly a few strands of hair moved as if on their own to behind her ears. He turned to stare at the kid in shock.
It all clicked into place. He couldn't help but laugh softly. Another one. He shook his head and smiled. Poor kid. "Geez kid. Caught between a rock and a hard place. But I appreciate that. "
He needed a drink. He waved over the waitress. "Gimme a shot of rrum. Ayden? Kid?"
He was numb. He just listened and remembered back in Jensen's apartment. Connected what he said now and what was said then. Human's with god-like powers. Something had happened long ago. And now...the memory was still there for these Atharim. They didn't forget. They still hunted.
He remembered the alley, thinking of them as some sort of Men in Black kind of organization. He smiled a little, suddenly thinking of his father and Hayden at the same moment.
A part of him was glad to hear his defense of Aria. What she had given him that night had saved him from death. He was drinking himself to death. She had given him back his son and his life. To know that she still struggled...he was glad.
And he noticed that the kid has lost the smirk. The mask of not caring, of pretense and indifference was gone. He challenged Ayden and her use of the power. Connor never thought of Ayden as a god from the stories. She was....Ayden. The woman he loved. She had a power. But she was still herself.
Connor looked at her, fiery red hair framing that sweet face. He smiled at her, watched the play of emotions on her face. This was a lot for her, despite what she could do.
Her face went pale and her eyes widened as suddenly a few strands of hair moved as if on their own to behind her ears. He turned to stare at the kid in shock.
It all clicked into place. He couldn't help but laugh softly. Another one. He shook his head and smiled. Poor kid. "Geez kid. Caught between a rock and a hard place. But I appreciate that. "
He needed a drink. He waved over the waitress. "Gimme a shot of rrum. Ayden? Kid?"