((For Jelani))

[1stmacleod]

After his last time in the Nexus, Connor's looking a little worse for wear again. After a brief respite, he's back to sleeping badly. Sometimes he dreams he can see a himself in happy family gatherings, but he's always standing outside the window, in the cold or worse. He usually wakes himself beating his fists against dream-glass.

He really doesn't have anywhere else to go, though, except here and back to his own world. So he lurks. He's found one of the edge places, where Nexus dissolves into a patch of wilderness. So he sits, and gives the crowds a brooding stare, watching from the outside yet again.

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[1stmacleod.livejournal.com]

"I'll take that out of you, next lesson." He grins back, and he'll probably have forgotten by then anyway. "And you picked me for a teacher, so what does that say about you? Anyway, how do you dance with fire?"

[jelani.livejournal.com]

"With style!" She winks, laughing. "An' watch it, or I might never show ya." Not like she's ever showed many. Only one. She's one of those who usually dances alone.

[1stmacleod.livejournal.com]

Connor rolls his eyes, but he's willing to take an evasive answer, for now. "Sure lass. Go on and find yourself a new practice sword." He's in a better mood, but tired and in need of a shower.

[jelani.livejournal.com]

"Will do!" She shifts the bundle over to her shoulder, and taking care not to smack Connor in the face with it she hops in to give him a quick hug. And then she's off. "See ya later, teach!" She calls over her shoulder, waving as she goes.

[1stmacleod.livejournal.com]

He's got good reflexes in a fight, but he doesn't see the hug coming, and he's left standing there looking sheepish and awkward. He smiles after her, though. It's good to have a student again.