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Second Fill - The Honey Moon - Part 37c/?

[(Anonymous)]

It was when he was inside his husband's office again, with the door shut silently behind him, did Connor allow himself to breathe normally once again. Thankfully, he hadn't encountered any trouble in the hallways. No servants. No guards. No squeaky floor boards. Just darkness, as he navigated himself to his destination using only Eagle Vision and the pale moonlight filtering through the curtains of the windows along the way.

It was too risky to light a candle. Even though none of the servants up and about at this hour to see him, the Assassin reminded himself of the guards patrolling outside. Especially, if Haytham's two Assassin hunters had remained behind. He couldn't take the chance that they would see even the smallest flame and come investigate. There was no way he would be able to outrun them, let alone defend himself in his current state. Connor shuddered as more of Lee's fluids leaked out of him, and he made a mental note to stop by the washroom on his way back.

Clutching the robe tighter around his trembling frame, he hurriedly made his way over behind the ornate desk. Kneeling down in front of the locked drawer, he fished out the set of stolen keys from his pocket and proceeded to try each one. The first three did not fit, the fourth one was much too small, and Connor was beginning to doubt the fifth until...

Click

The drawer unlocked.

Anxiously, he pulled it open and amber eyes widened at the contents within.

The first that caught the half-native's immediate attention were the familiar set of beads and feathers he had often worn in his hair prior to his captivity. They were a reminder of his Mohawk heritage, and also a symbol of his resolve, when he decided to become a hunter for his people. The Clan Mother had not been surprised of his decision, or when he had sheared off his long braids (a ghost of a smile touches Connor's face as he can't help but remember the shock upon Kanen'tó:kon's face) and merely taken him aside to even out his hair. It was Oiá:ner who had given braided the long lock of his hair and selected the beads that hung from the bottom. It was when the thirteen year-old Omega had finished training the last of his Alpha brothers how to hunt before setting off on his journey, both the Clan Mother and his childhood friend had seen him off, but not before giving him the two small feathers.

His fingers twitched as they moved on their own accord to take them back. Lee had no right to keep what rightfully belonged to him! However, his hand stilled before he could even touch them.

A cold realization washed over him as he withdrew his hand. If he took back what was his, Lee would know. Not only would his tormentor find out, but punish the Assassin in the worst way possible... by destroying something dear to him. Just as Charles threatened to kill his remaining recruits, there was no doubt in his mind that his husband wouldn't take his precious mementos and burn them before his eyes.

Connor trembled as he stared longingly at his beads and feathers while they silently beckoned to him. He knew the world wasn't fair, but why did his Templar husband have to deny him of everything? Even his trunk of sentimental items had become nothing but bargaining chips that could be ripped away from him at any time.

Blinking back furious tears, the Omega quickly turned his attention to another item resting in the drawer and swallowed hard as he picked it up with eager hands. Amber-brown eyes lay fixated on the ornate barrel belonging to an old, but well cared for, pistol. As he checked the weapon, he was dismayed that there was only one round. One shot. He sucked in a breath, and thought about the sleeping Alpha in his quarters.

So very, very tempting.

Then his beloved and friends would die soon after. The Grandmaster would make sure of that. One by one, he would be forced to watch their execution. If he was pregnant, his father might spare him long enough for him to give birth to a grandchild. A son or a daughter that would be ripped away from him the moment the infant was born. Then he would either rot in some prison or worse, be given to another Templar, because he was nothing but their property... their whore.

Before Connor fully realized what he was doing, he took the pistol in one hand, released the safety, before lifting the barrel to his temple. At least this way, he could finally be free.

Re: Second Fill - The Honey Moon - Part 37c/?

[(Anonymous)]

:O

Connor! This is so heartbreaking. Finding the beads and feathers and then realizing that he can't take them because Charles would know that he broke into his desk...And then getting ready to shoot himself...

Oh Connor...

//hugs Connor//

You can really see the depression firmly sinking in. Poor Connor.

I wonder if he stops himself or if he gets caught and stopped before he pulls the trigger. How scary and disheartening it would be if Charles stopped him.

:O

Re: Second Fill - The Honey Moon - Part 37c/?

[(Anonymous)]

My Connor is a little OOC here with the suicidal thoughts - and it's only his first week (though it feels like a few months :p ) - but don't worry, I plan on being ...a little nice to him towards the end.