06-16-2014, 02:26 PM
Connor realized that Jensen was holding the man's hand. He wondered what he had missed when he realized that Jensen was doing something with his magic. It was funny. 45 years of his life magic was just a something you saw in movies. And now, now it was a part of his life. Hayden. Ayden. Jensen saving his life.
He looked down at his bloody shirt again. Life had gotten very....strange. It gave with one hand and took away with the other. The universe seemed to make no sense to him. He'd lost any kind of faith that people were watched over. He'd never believed that things happened for a reason. Too much bad stuff happened to people for him to accept that. He couldn't believe a mother watching her child die of starvation in Africa was part of some plan or happened for a reason. If it was, or did, it was not the plan or reason of a god he wanted anything to do with.
What was real was the connection between people, between him and his parents, or his son, or even, as new as it was, Ayden. It was the only thing he really believed in anymore. Connecting with people. Strengthening bonds.
What they had done tonight, it was good. He believed that completely. If humans didn't fight the darkness then it would win. But he was going to have to change.
The man looked him the eye with a smirk. [color=##5a70b3]"Suggest you get your rocks off before going to ground, buddy. You go to ground thinking the way you're thinking, this night'll never leave ya."[/color] Honestly, the man sounded right. Right now he was all over the place, feeling one thing one moment, another the next. He needed to 'go to ground,' as the man said. He needed to find his center again. He needed to connect. He took another sip of rum. The desire to drink with these men had been an initial attempt, a sense of shared danger and camaraderie. But he wanted something deeper and more real. He wanted to go home.
Connor stood. "Well, I'm going to head out. I want to get home."
He looked at the man. "I don't know your name and you probably don't wanna give it. So i'll just say thank you and shake your hand."
After that, he turned to Jensen. "We did a good thing tonight Jensen. We saved those kids. Maybe we weren't completely smart about it."
He laughed. What an understatement. "But I feel good about what we did."
He thought of those kids escaping. He did feel good. Of course, the coming down was already coming on. It was part of the reason he wanted to go home. "Anyway, I'm glad you trusted that i would help you."
Then he touched his chest. "And thank you for saving me. I still owe you."
He nodded seriously and then smiled at the man. Just a crazy world. He walked away from the table, nodded to Charlene and smiling said, "Ma'am."
Before heading out the door.
continued in A Fine Line
Edited by Connor Kent, Jun 20 2014, 08:33 AM.
He looked down at his bloody shirt again. Life had gotten very....strange. It gave with one hand and took away with the other. The universe seemed to make no sense to him. He'd lost any kind of faith that people were watched over. He'd never believed that things happened for a reason. Too much bad stuff happened to people for him to accept that. He couldn't believe a mother watching her child die of starvation in Africa was part of some plan or happened for a reason. If it was, or did, it was not the plan or reason of a god he wanted anything to do with.
What was real was the connection between people, between him and his parents, or his son, or even, as new as it was, Ayden. It was the only thing he really believed in anymore. Connecting with people. Strengthening bonds.
What they had done tonight, it was good. He believed that completely. If humans didn't fight the darkness then it would win. But he was going to have to change.
The man looked him the eye with a smirk. [color=##5a70b3]"Suggest you get your rocks off before going to ground, buddy. You go to ground thinking the way you're thinking, this night'll never leave ya."[/color] Honestly, the man sounded right. Right now he was all over the place, feeling one thing one moment, another the next. He needed to 'go to ground,' as the man said. He needed to find his center again. He needed to connect. He took another sip of rum. The desire to drink with these men had been an initial attempt, a sense of shared danger and camaraderie. But he wanted something deeper and more real. He wanted to go home.
Connor stood. "Well, I'm going to head out. I want to get home."
He looked at the man. "I don't know your name and you probably don't wanna give it. So i'll just say thank you and shake your hand."
After that, he turned to Jensen. "We did a good thing tonight Jensen. We saved those kids. Maybe we weren't completely smart about it."
He laughed. What an understatement. "But I feel good about what we did."
He thought of those kids escaping. He did feel good. Of course, the coming down was already coming on. It was part of the reason he wanted to go home. "Anyway, I'm glad you trusted that i would help you."
Then he touched his chest. "And thank you for saving me. I still owe you."
He nodded seriously and then smiled at the man. Just a crazy world. He walked away from the table, nodded to Charlene and smiling said, "Ma'am."
Before heading out the door.
continued in A Fine Line
Edited by Connor Kent, Jun 20 2014, 08:33 AM.