Usually Connor lurks around the house doing chores, and keeping out of the way quietly, but with an air of relative contentment. Today there may be some underlying tension in the air, like the brooding dark before a storm. Even for his kind, Connor's got a powerful quickening, and that's bound to have some subtle effects for the magically sensitive.
He's still sitting on the floor, trembling all over, but dry-eyed. He hasn't really cried in years. His voice comes out in a cracked whisper, dull and flat. "What?"
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Date: 2010-09-14 03:08 pm (UTC)He's still sitting on the floor, trembling all over, but dry-eyed. He hasn't really cried in years. His voice comes out in a cracked whisper, dull and flat. "What?"