Connor Grayson
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Post by Connor Grayson on Jul 21, 2015 22:58:53 GMT
Nobody can be bad at everything  There's no such thing as a perfect screwup
|I do not wish to interfere with your driving, but if you could SLOW
THE FUCK DOWN, I'd appreciate it|.
Leo was tense.
Connor swerved out of the way of an oncoming eighteen wheeler, the
flannel clad driver blowing his horn as Connor jumped up onto the cub as
his tail end fishtailed. The wounded bear cub strapped into the passenger
seat let out a small sound, her head sagging limply with the motions of the
truck.
An elderly couple walked out of a restraint dressed to the nines in fancy clothes
reserved for a night out on the town. They stared in shock as Connor's headlights
ran up their legs, illuminating their bodies.
With a frustrated exclamation of "ARGH!", Connor wrenched the steering wheel
to the left, taking the truck through a pair of palm trees that for some reason
where all over the sidewalks of L.A. He nearly broad sided a Corvette getting
his Ford Ranger back under control on the slick, rainy streets. Any larger of a
vehicle and he didn't think he'd have been so lucky.
Connor had woken up nearly an hour ago to gunshots.
In a typical wooded area, it might have been something of a common sound,
but Connor was a Park Ranger at Blackwater National Park, and it certainly
was not something that the man expected to hear.
Connor shot out of bed, Leo already up from his spot next to the second
story fireplace. They traded looks before Connor quickly began to dress.
|Rifle fire by the sound of it|, Leo said, his voice terse. |It is unlikely that
it is a fight.|
Connor all but growled as he tugged on his boots, "It's not people shooting
other people I'm worried about."
He rushed down his stairs, flicking on the flood lights mounted around the
cabin as he exited. He turned on his radio, speaking into the mic in a rushed
tone, "I have shots being fired on the west side. Requesting assistance and
local PD"
|Do you honestly think that they can help? Or get here that fast?|, Leo
asked in disbelief.
"No", came Connor's hot reply, "But it is the right thing to do."
|Hmm...|
Connor ignored Leo's skepticism, jumping instead into the park truck, peeling
out onto the trail and towards the sounds of gunfire.
* * *
The mother was dead by the time they got there.
Connor stood over the lifeless bear, feeling utterly helpless, his jaw clenched
tightly. he allowed himself a few heartbeats of sadness.
Next came the anger.
He was tired of people thinking that they were so superior to every living
thing around them. He was tired of people treating the Earth like it was theirs
to destroy. He was tired of people disrespecting their home, their lifeblood,
and all the while complaining that things aren't going to get any better. He
was tired of people taking what little protected land they had, and destroying
it for no good reason at all.
He was tired of people.
|Connor|, Leo said gently, |Behind the mother.|
Connor looked up duly, his breaths shallow as he fought to slow his heart
back down. He didn't want to look at the sad scene any longer. He wanted to
go home, curl up in his bed, and to hell with the rest of the world.
Then something moved.
Something small. And fuzzy. And-
And breathing.
Connor's heart leaped into his throat. He rushed behind the still form, where
her back lay. To what she was protecting sat breathing weakly and bleeding
slowly.
|It has been shot just above the right shoulder|, Leo offered.
Connor barely heard him. He was busy taking off his coat-the nylon one they
gave all of the staff-and carefully bundling up the cub. He looked at his friend,
who at some point had manifested beside him, steel slipping its way into his
eyes.
He ran back to his truck, not bothering to wait for his backup, or the black and
white that was no doubt taking its sweet fucking time to get out here. He gingerly
set his bundle shotgun, securing the seatbelt as softly as he could over the young
cub. He twisted the key, turning over the engine and said to Leo, who had
resumed his place back inside a piece of obsidian around Connor's throat:
"Hold on."
* * *
Connor had slapped a flashing red light on top of the cab of the Ranger that he
used when inspecting various areas around the park. It was a wholly illegal thing
to do, but Connor wasn't really concerned with things like the rules of the road
at the moment and didn't need to get pulled over. Time was one thing he didn't
have.
He skated on rubber and water the rest of the way to the Shelter. He had worked
with the privately own facility before and had knowledge of their equipment and-
more importantly-he knew that the owner would still be working this late. Or she
would be in early. He hoped.
As Connor pulled up to the Shelter he laid on the horn, hoping the sound would
attract the attention of anyone inside. The truck skidded to a halt, the headlights
illuminating the front door. Connor swung the door open, sprinting to the door
and pounding on it as hard as he could, yelling at the top of his lungs:
"LEAH! IT'S CONNOR! I'VE GOT A WOUNDED CUB! PLEASE OPEN UP!"
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Post by Leah Beauchamp on Jul 22, 2015 17:53:51 GMT
 chasing visions of our futures one day we'll reveal the truth She stifled a yawn, raising her hand to her mouth, eyes watering slightly as she attempted to read the time off the wall through bleary eyes.
12:45am.
She groaned and stretched out leisurely from her reading nook on the bench alongside the wall in her homy office. She shrugged off the blanket, letting it slip onto the bench as she stood and began to pad across her office, fuzzy fox slippers scuffing the along the tile floor. Teacup in hand, she opened her office door and slipped into the moonlit halls, the staff and volunteers having long since headed off for home. There was a quiet serenity that had settled in the halls and she smiled in contentment, relishing the peace that night brought. Today had been a busy, but productive day, a replay of the days events paraded through her mind as she stealthily made her way into the staff kitchen located down the hall and two doors over on the right. She didn't bother with the lights, why waste the electricity when she could see perfectly fine? She dumped the tepid tea down the drain, placing the cup in the sink. They had a new influx of creatures, from a bald python relinquished by its owner, to a tortoise that had almost been road kill and last but not least a nursing bitch and her pups. It was for them she had decided to stay the night. The mother had been caught by animal control and she had been a raging monster, the state shelter had said no and her establishment was on the list for the "problem" animals.
She had too big a heart to ever turn an animal in need away and that meant getting in some of the dirtiest, grungiest and aggressive animals from all around Los Angeles. It was a good thing she had the private funding, the volunteers and of course having a great animal connection didn't hurt either. It had taken her a good hour to calm the female dog, but eventually the creature sensed her own animal side and was was able to inspect and evaluate her.
She had been underfed, dehydrated and from the looks of her had a tapeworm or two, nothing good food, water, medicine and love couldn't fix. The puppies were a bit more complex to assess. The wriggling bundles had initially cowered behind their mother, safe behind her snarling teeth, that is until she accepted Leah and then it was game on. She'd tried to make her inspections as painless as possible, but it was apparent the pups just simply weren't used to humans. From her educated guess, the pups were about ten weeks old. Like their mother, nothing a little TLC couldn't fix.
She had waited until the shelter had cleared out entirely before she had headed into her office and stripped bare into the sweats and hoodie only, her foxy fuzzy slippers her companions this evening as she settled in for the long haul this evening. The puppies and mother needed to be monitored around the clock for the next twenty four hours to swap out the iv she had hooked up for the mother and to ensure none of the creatures had an adverse reaction to the shots she'd administered. Sometimes when running a shelter, it came in handy that your mother was a vet and forces early training.
She pushed the door open to the kitchen and slipped into the hall, making her way towards the back where the indoor kennels were. She fished her id badge out of her Cornell hoodie and held it up to the scanner by the door at the end of the hall. She yawned again as she waited for the click of the door to unlock. She pushed the door in once unlocked and heard the click of nails against the metal bottom of the kennel. She walked over to the source and knelt down to peer in on the large pen with mother and pups. The mother had stood and was looking defensively towards the door, prepared to defend her and her pups if necessary.
"Shh. Easy there girl. It's only me." She knelt onto the floor, grey sweatpants cushioning her knees on the tile floor as she held her hand out to the door for her to sniff. She took the mother in. She looked like a cross between an Australian shepherd and a Labrador, her coat taking after the shepherd and having the taller leaner build of the lab. Her dark brown eyes regarded her warily at first, then she tentatively sniffed her hand and relaxed settling back down as the pups slumbered on undisturbed. Leah smiled at the trust the dog showed her. Animals were like that. Even when they had been wronged by mankind, they always were eternal optimists, willing to trust again if shown the opportunity. Sure, there were scars, but animals had a way of being able to only grow stronger from them and move forward. A lesson, mankind in general could use.
She smiled slowly as her hands opened the door latch, careful of the iv cord running into the container with much needed fluids and nutrients for the mother. The mother rested her head on her paws in complete trust as Leah reached in carefully and patted her head, checking to ensure that the iv, taped to her right foreleg was still secure. Satisfied the mother was doing well, she dared to gaze at the slumbering puppies. One black and white one lifted it's head with a yawn, cute puppy tongue lolling as it looked at her with blinking eyes. She couldn't stifle the smile as she dared to scratch behind the pup's ear and he surprised her by leaning into her touch. It warmed her heart. She knew without a doubt that these pups were going to be okay now. She'd make sure of it.
"You're stinking adorable. I dread the day when you realize how to use that weapon against these mere humans," she teased and backed up, satisfied and reassured that mother and children were doing okay thus far. She closed the door with a parting pat for the mother, who regarded her with warm brown eyes as she stood and headed back towards the door. She checked on the other sleeping occupants, getting licks and whimpers of affection as she passed. Her heart was full, knowing she was giving these animals another chance. One occupant was wide awake, playing with his toys without a care in the world. She stopped in front of the bandit-masked raccoon with an arched eyebrow. She casually crossed her arms as she regarded her patient. He'd been the victim of a hit and run, but he was making a full recovery and she knew he'd need to be released soon.
"I'm thinking you're having too much fun living this cushy lifestyle." The raccoon stopped rolling around his rubber ball and cocked his head as if innocent. "Don't give me that look Mr. You will be having a date with nature soon. In fact, I'm going to add it to my calendar." She laughed and walked out, the door clicking behind her securely. She'd make another round in an hour, but for now a romance novel was calling her back to the nook in her office. Her hand rested on the handle to her private office, when a blaring car horn startled her nearly out of her skin, her skin suddenly frosted with white fur, her inner beast rising to the surface at the sign of alarm. She quickly recomposed herself as she rushed over to the front door of the shelter, a pounding of a door urging her on as she recognized a familiar voice.
"LEAH! IT'S CONNOR! I'VE GOT A WOUNDED CUB! PLEASE OPEN UP!"
She quickly threw back the bolts on the door, completely disregarding everything, her intimate appearance, the building alarm...She was focused now on one thing. A cub was wounded. It needed her care. Everything else be damned. She threw the shelter door open as the alarm went off. Her sensitive ears, cringed, but she had eyes only for the man and the bundle in his arms.
"Take the cub to the procedure room, last door on the left. What kind of wound is it?" She asked as she rushed over to the security panel and typed in the code, silencing the alarm to her ear's relief. She followed down the hall, listening for details as she stopped in the supply closest and grabbed her medical kit, rushing into the procedure room flicking on the lights as she entered, taking in the cub finally with her own eyes. She smelled the blood, that coppery tang and scented death. Her heart broke a little bit on the inside. The cub was clearly alive, so that let her mind conclude the mother hadn't made it. "Bastards." She hissed through her teeth, scenting the gunpowder residue. Only humans could wreck this kind of havoc. She immediately applied pressure to the source of the wound in the shoulder, realizing only vaguely that Connor had yet to tell her what was wrong. Doesn't matter. Focus on the cub. That was the only thing her mind had room for as she flew into action. Her fingers began to apply indirect pressure to the arteries around the wound to stem the flow of blood as she whispered quiet reassurances to the creature. It would be a mercy if the creature just passed out. She acted quickly and keeping pressure applied with one hand reached into the kit and grabbed the shot, shooting it into the tissue, applying the local anesthetic. She probed the wound, uncaring or unmindful of the blood on her hands or anything or anyone else in the room. "Help me hold the cub. This is going to hurt," she directed to Connor, knowing he wouldn't hesitate to help.
Her fingers began their invasion of the wound as she probed for the source of destruction. "Found it," she said in triumph as she grabbed the tongs and surgically removed the embedded bullet, bits of flesh clinging to the metal object as she placed the metal destroyer onto her surgical tray with disgust. She grabbed the antiseptic and splashed it over the wound, grabbing a razor, the buzz of the electric device humming as she removed the hair around the wound and then a patch on the cubs arm. She splashed the wound again, cleaning it out of hair and blood. She turned then and grabbed the suture kit biting her lip, a look of focus, as she began to pull the gaping hole back together. The final stitch in place, she stepped back and grabbed an iv bag and stand shooting a mild anesthetic into the vein of the tube, as she inserted it into the cubs arm where she'd shaved, exposing the paler skin. She checked the cubs vitals. The heart was strong. There had been blood loss, but the iv would help and so would the sleep. She stepped back and sagged against the wall. The cub was going to be okay. There was no other option, anyways, she wouldn't let the unthinkable happen on her watch. She stopped staring at the cub to then finally look at the local forest ranger. "What the hell happened?"
She had deciphered for herself most of what had happened, but she wanted to here the whole thing from his lips. Her hair hung in a blonde wild abandon, hands covered in blood, but she wasn't bothered by that in the least as she crossed her arms across her chest, eyebrow arched silently regarding him. "She's going to be okay." She nodded to the now slumbering bear cub, the drugs doing their magic, but now Leah was wide awake. Her anger simmered under the surface at the situation. Who the HELL would shoot a cub? She wanted to rip and maim the douchebag and made a mental note to take a little trip out to the scene of the crime. She after all had a wonderful sense of smell and when she caught the scent, the little fucker would wish they hadn't been born.
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Post by Connor Grayson on Jul 22, 2015 22:10:10 GMT
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[attr="class","post"] [attr="class","text-lyrics"]Nobody can be bad at everything A lot of things happened at once. The alarm blared in Connor’s ear the second Leah opened the door, her hair awry. From the looks of it, she had just woken up. Either that or the shelter had added “adorable fox slippers” to its dress code. Any thoughts as to her capability at such an early hour went out the window though as she took one look at the ranger and his charge before keying in the code to the security system and getting to work, telling him where to take the injured cub and inquiring as to the circumstances that put the cub in this state. Connor jogged as fast as he could, but carefully. He rolled his heels to alleviate as much of the impact of his feet with every step. He wasn’t sure what worse could be done to the little cub, but Connor was sure as hell wasn’t going to chance him being to the one to cause it. He absently noticed Leah catch up to up in time to let him into the evaluation room. That was one of the main reasons why he had come here instead of the Park medic. He knew how Leah felt about these animals, and if anyone doubted her intentions for a second, all they had to do was look. The shelter was almost always filled to capacity due to Leah’s unwavering ability to turn away a stray, no matter its condition, age, or species. Not to mention the fact that she often spent the night at the clinic. Her office had what amounted to a small bed, which she liberally slept in. it looked like she had done so tonight, a decision that might have just saved a young cub’s life. Connor handed the little one over, being sure to support her weight along as was needed. It let out a small, tired sound as he did; her head rolling slowly as she slipped in and out of consciousness. His jaw clenched again in anger as Leah set to work, rendering him once again useless to help. All he could do was stand out of the way and hope. It was then that he remembered that he had never answered Leah’s question about the cub. “There must have been some hunters…” he started quietly, unsure of what to say. There was just so much he didn’t know. All he could do was guess. “…The mother…The mother must have…” Connor trailed off, a mixture of anger and sadness mixing tears in his eyes. He wasn’t one to get invested in an animals’ case like this, at least not so emotionally, but there were some things that no matter how old you got, still kept on. Connor was an orphan. He didn’t really think about it all that much, not anymore anyway. Sure, there was a good chunk of his childhood that he spent alone and scared. Without family. Without Friends, but there was even more of his years as a child where he had Leo. Imaginary friends were a dime a dozen in the orphanage, but young Connor’s was real. Leo was Connor’s best and oldest friend, his mentor, brother, and caregiver. Leo protected him from physical threats and beatings, and saved him from the deepest, darkest depression that he had ever faced. He saved Connor from lonely nights so dark that no matter how hard you cried; how much you wanted someone, anyone to be there, the emptiness still remained. He saved him in every way that another could save a person and he wasn’t sure what he would do without him. But a child’s pain is a child’s pain and it didn’t die easily. All he could think about was what kind of life this small cub would have now that it’s mother was gone. |It will be okay boy. Everything will be alright in the end. If it isn’t alright, it isn’t the end.| Leo used the tone from when Connor was a child. He wasn’t sure whether that was reassuring or not. Leah brought him out of his thoughts."Help me hold the cub. This is going to hurt” Connor rushed to the table, putting his hands where Leah instructed him to. He tried to distance himself from the cub and its small body, trying to ignore the feel of its skin, the stick of its blood and the faint fleeting beat of its heart, but Connor was no surgeon. He lacked the mental discipline to not think about the little patient.
|Empathy| Leo supplied, |The emotion is called empathy Connor, and it is only a weakness if you allow it to be| Connor stayed with Leah and the cub throughout the procedure, nothing but respect for the young woman. Despite what he could tell was anger, she was able to remain composed and do her much needed work. Now, this next part Connor later attributed to his adrenaline starting to run out and his focus beginning to waver from the rough ride over, but he couldn’t help but notice just how amazing Leah looked. Even in her sweatpants and hoodie and slippers-no, especially with her slippers, she was one hell of a woman. Connor berated himself silently for his lapse in attention. She was a colleague and a trusted professional. He had no place rooting around in his contacts for a date. What would he even have to offer someone Like Leah Beauchamp anyway? “Hi, I’m Connor Grayson. I’m a 24 year old orphan with no higher aspirations than a park ranger and a Lion living in my head and occasionally at the foot of my bed. Want to grab some coffee?” Honestly. He was tired, and emotionally exhausted from the night’s events, so when Leah snatched the bullet out of the cub’s shoulder, Connor quietly back away until his back hit the wall behind him. The rest of the procedure was a blur as Grayson stood out of the way to allow Leah to do her work. When she sewed the last stitch shut and cleaned the entry wound, Connor only stared dully, only partially engaged with the events around him. Then once finished, saying softly, “She’s going to be okay”. It is unfair that such a simple sentence carry so much weight and reassurance with it. Connor sunk to the floor, a crippling weight easing its way off of his shoulders at the news. He looked up at Leah tiredly, though his eyes showed nothing but gratitude. “Thank you.” He said, his voice cracking slightly on the last syllable. “I’m sorry for coming to you like this. I…” He shrugged lamely. “I didn’t know where else to go…”[attr="class","text-lyrics"]-There is no such thing as a perfect crewup the leviathan @ GS & BRSW[newclass=.icon-bg]padding:10px;border:1px solid #000;height:100px;width:100px;margin-right:10px;[/newclass] [newclass=.iconhere]-moz-transition: all 0.9s ease-in-out;-webkit-transition: all 0.9s ease-in-out;-o-transition: all 0.9s ease-in-out;[/newclass] [newclass=.iconheres]-moz-transition: all 0.9s ease-in-out;-webkit-transition: all 0.9s ease-in-out;-o-transition: all 0.9s ease-in-out;opacity: 0;[/newclass] [newclass=.iconheres:hover]-moz-transition: all 0.9s ease-in-out;-webkit-transition: all 0.9s ease-in-out;-o-transition: all 0.9s ease-in-out;opacity:1;[/newclass] [newclass=.notestxt]padding-top:20px;font:small-caps 10px 'Times New Roman',serif;color:#fff;text-align:justify;padding:10px;overflow:auto;[/newclass] [newclass=.text-lyrics]display:inline-block;font: italic 9px/100% Times New Roman,serif;text-align:center;letter-spacing:1px;width:80%;border-bottom:1px solid #000;line-height:0.1em;margin:10px 0 20px;margin-left:30px;[/newclass] [newclass=.text-lyrics span]background:#fff;padding:0 10px;[/newclass] [newclass=.post]font:10px Times New Roman,serif;color:#1c1c1c;padding:0px 20px 0px 0px;height:350px;width:330px;text-align:justify;overflow:auto;line-height:130%;position:relative;margin-top:-400px;margin-left:100px;[/newclass] [newclass=.post::-webkit-scrollbar-track]border:1px solid #000;background-color:#fff;[/newclass] [newclass=.post::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color:#000;[/newclass] [newclass=.post::-webkit-scrollbar]width:4px;background-color:#fff;[/newclass] |
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Post by Leah Beauchamp on Jul 28, 2015 3:11:46 GMT
speak until the dust, settles into the same specific place.
“I’m sorry for coming to you like this. I…I didn’t know where else to go…”
If there was one thing she couldn't stand, it was to see anything or anyone hurting. For some reason though, it twisted her insides more than usual to see the twenty-four year old man in front of her crumpling to the ground in a tired heap. When was the last time he slept? She pondered silently. He thanked her with a shrug of his shoulder, a lame noncommittal act that she found completely endearing and heart wrenching all at the same time. She looked down at her blood stained hands and hoodie. She wanted to comfort him, but best not to spread the gooey residue around. She nodded her acceptance of his thanks, her smile small, but warm and reassuring. "Anytime Connor. I mean it. Anytime you need me. I'll be here." She put every ounce of conviction she could into those few words before turning to attempt and clean herself up. She released a gentle sigh as her slippers shuffled across the room with her to the sink. She was thorough, allowing the warm soapy water to wash away the terror of the past forty-five minutes.
Wiping her hands on the paper towel, she chucked it in the trash before checking the bear cubs vitals, pleased to find everything okay. She looked over at the man sitting on her exam room floor and turned her attentions to the next creature that desperately needed some attention. This ordeal had shaken him, she could tell. Something about this whole situation had struck a raw cord within him. She couldn't stop her nature, her desire to soothe, protect and nurture and it didn't hurt that Connor was a near and dear friend. Friend. Keep telling yourself that one. He's your friend. Probably would flip his shit if I turned all furry on him, she silently checked herself. She wouldn't deny her nature though to comfort and the small pleasure of just being in his company. She walked over to him slowly and turned her back to the wall they now shared and allowed her body to slide down against it so that she was planted on the floor right beside him, legs touching and shoulders resting amicably alongside one another. She looked over at him with a sweet trusting smile, "You saved this cubs life. You did everything you could and because of that," she gestured to the sleeping creature, "She has a future. You're a good man Connor Grayson." She bumped his shoulder with her right one playfully, hoping to ease him, to make him relax just a smidgeon.
Her teasing smile faded as she regarded him carefully. His eyes had this look to them, tired yes, but also a raw emotional glaze. He looked haunted and it tore her apart to see him like this. He may just be a friend, damn it, but sometimes even friends could use a shoulder to lean on or a listening ear.
"You okay Connor?" She looked at him with true concern and care in her eyes, letting him know in that intentional stare, that she wasn't just talking about the cub. She would open the door for him to talk, but she would never barge in and force him to reveal things he didn't want to. That had never been and would never be her style. Healing often times varied from patient to patient, from one individual to another and to force a person into a one-size-fits-all box was often times more damaging then therapeutic. She dropped her gaze from his handsome profile, as much as she would rather just drink him in, that could get a little awkward and she was not about to ruin this partnership that they had going because she had gone and ruined it all with her girly feelings, creeping him out. She waited, allowing him to gather his thoughts or brush it off, she wouldn't be offended no matter what he said. Pretty sure he could do just about anything and I'd forgive him, she mused silently, her body wiggled slightly at her wayward thoughts. Focus Leah. He's tired, emotionally distraught. You're tired and hell? When did i last eat? Her brows furrowed an adorable "v" forming as she tried to remember the last thing she ate and drawing a blank.
People like her were too busy caring for others to ever even notice they had their own issues they needed to attend to. Food for Leah, when she was helping or caring or pretty much doing anything, was never much of a priority for her. Her mother would wail at her, practically force feeding her when she was home from Cornell, but why bother stopping to eat when there were things that needed her attention? She was notorious around the clinic for working too hard and too often, her staff pretty much taking the roll of her mother by placing food in front of her as she worked. I think it was a bite of Stacie's ham sandwich... That had been around 12pm.
She looked at her fuzzy white fox slippers, just silently enjoying Connor's company, even if he was just as tired and frazzled as she. They must look like a hot mess right now, her in a blood stained hoodie with still clean white fox slippers and he tired and bedraggled in his own bloodstained tee and jeans. He at least had normal clothes on. Shit. She suddenly became very aware that she was literally, only wearing her hoodie and sweats. Don't be awkward Leah. He doesn't know. Be cool, calm, collected and..-
Her stomach growled. Loudly. She blushed in embarrassment and buried her head into her crossed arms, as she felt the heat of the pooling blood on her features. She lifted her head fractionally exposing only her hazel-green eyes with a look of sincere apology in them. "I am so embarrassed. Sorry. I totally just... yeah." She finished lamely, lifting her head and just shaking it slightly back and forth...I mean what else was there to do but laugh it off? Way to make an impression there Leah. For your next encounter, why don't you just tell him that you also shift at least once a day into an adorable arctic fox... She rolled her eyes at herself and looked to him with a teasing smile. Well. It is, what it is...
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Post by Connor Grayson on Jul 29, 2015 1:34:07 GMT
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[attr="class","post"] [attr="class","text-lyrics"]Nobody can be bad at everything Connor stared at the aluminum operating table, the small brown bundle lying silent breathing weakly, but steadily. He allowed himself a moment to ease some of the tension he had been carrying for the past hour, slumping even more where the wall met the cool linoleum. He looked back up at Leah as she spoke, her voice soft and reassuring "Anytime Connor. I mean it. Anytime you need me. I'll be here." Gods help him, he believed her. He watched Leah as she went about cleaning herself from the operation. He couldn’t help but admire the woman a bit. She seemed so sure, so driven in her convictions. He knew, without an ounce of doubt that she would put herself on the line for what she believed in. People don’t so that anymore. Not really anyway. Even Connor himself tried to keep some distance from things and people that her cared about. It wasn’t out of spite or malice, the man just wanted to protect himself. But Leah, she didn’t seem the type to care about that sort of thing. As he sat there in his tired stupor, unaware of just how much he was staring, he couldn’t help but wonder if he’d ever be able to care as unabashedly as her. Some of his tension resurfaced when Leah slid down next to him, her body so close to his. She spoke up again, a note of thanks and playfulness on her lips. "You saved this cubs life. You did everything you could and because of that she has a future. You're a good man Connor Grayson." She nudged his shoulder with hers at the last statement. She seemed to mean it. He let out a small snort, but otherwise said nothing. He didn’t feel like a good man. Sure, the cub would survive, but to what end? The people who had caused this would probably never be caught, and she would never have her mother back. He felt more than a little useless, and even more tired. He was glad the cub had survived, but the Ranger had learned long ago that the universe doesn’t deal with neat and simple happy endings. |I hadn’t realized that I had raised a cynic| Leo said primly. Stow it, came Connor’s sharp reply, but there wasn’t much conviction in it. |You did some good tonight boy, can’t that be enough?|Is it ever? Connor wasn’t sure how Leo could manage to sigh when he didn’t have lungs at the moment, but the spirit managed. The sound was equal parts weariness and sadness. He paused before speaking again. |You need to appreciate the little victories in life Connor. There may come a time when they will be hard to find.||Go ahead and wallow in your self-pity, but I won’t be a part of it.| His piece said, Leo became silent. Connor felt as if a wall had been thrown up. Nothing strong, if he had needed his spirit he knew that Leo would come, but there was definitely a sort of barrier between the two for the moment. "You okay Connor?" Leah’s voice brought him back to the room. Her eyes searching his with care. Gulp. Those eyes. She was looking at him with those eyes. Even in his fragile state, he couldn’t help but feel the warmth from them. Connor wasn’t a man used to genuine kindness and concern from people, and even less accustomed to a friend. It was hard for him to react in an a-typical way. He settled for shrugging his shoulder again, saying slowly with a breath, “it’s not important…Long night y’know?”The silence in the room stretched as the pair sat on the pristine floor. Connor couldn’t help but let his eyes wander towards Leah’s adorable fox slippers. The sight added to what he could only guess where her pajamas equated to a homey and warm appearance. Without thinking about it he pictured her in a fire-warmed house, the smell of honey-suckle and sunlight hanging in the air like a warm spring breeze. She turned towards him, her eyes alight and her smile blinding. Connor could feel his heart speed up as she- Grrrrrgaagrggrgle…Connor blinked himself back to reality and out of his daydream. His eyebrows lifted and he slowly turned his head towards the source of the sound- none other than little Leah. She blushed deeply, a wholly amazing look on the woman, before burying her face in her arms. "I am so embarrassed. Sorry. I totally just... yeah." Just as Connor was going to say something witty and charming, she brought her face up and out of her shelter, her eyes on his again and her face turned up in a wry smile. He looked at her for a few beats, he face blank as he blinked silently. Then he barked out a laugh. Breifly he forgot about all of his worries and hang-ups. He just laughed. It felt good. He went on like that for at least a solid minute before settling down into a small giggle fit. “I…Sorry….Want to grab something to eat…?” Grayson said in between breaths. He wasn’t sure whom he was asking, Leah or himself. All he was certain of was that she had a way of getting under his skin, and not entirely in a bad way. 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