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Connor/Clipper: Freedom (5/?)
(Anonymous) 2013-02-24 10:45 am (UTC)(link)The ride for the frontier took a good eight hours. It was a sunny day, not too hot, and his horse ran well. Usually he would take the ship to Connor’s little village and back, but he hadn’t found suitable passage and besides, he could just stay in the inn till tomorrow. When he passed the haven, the sun had sunk already, leaving the sky blue and plum violet and littered with the first stars twinkling overhead.
It had gotten a bit livelier here lately than when he visited Connor the first time, some years ago. It was still no comparison to the city or an actual village that had been around for a few decades, but you saw workers and travelling folk alike and when you looked round from the main street, there was usually a little cabin or at least some people that disturbed the picture of wild forest.
By the inn, he gave his horse to the stable boy, wishing he was wearing a hat so that he could use it to fan himself. Nice as those hot summer days were, he could’ve done without the stuffy heat that took over in the evening, pressing down like a weight.
“The trip from Boston isn’t short. I should come visit you more often. It would be fair.”
Clipper started slightly at the voice so close by, but the sight of Connor brought a smile to his face. He felt warm again, but in a way that had nothing to do with the vexing heat that cooked him alive in his clothes.
“It’s alright, sir. I don’t mind making the trip. It’s beautiful land.”
However, it seemed like his words didn’t really register with Connor at all. He frowned, suddenly, and then to Clipper’s great surprise, leaned in as if he wanted to whisper in his ear.
“You smell...”
“Well, it’s hot and-“
“No, you smell like... like you are supposed to attract a mate.” Connor leaned back. “I can smell you. But it has been only three weeks since I found you in your room.”
A flush came to his cheeks. Clipper looked up to the assassin.
“I’m sorry about that, I didn’t realise. No idea why. Is it too distracting? We can meet up some other time.”
“You would have wasted the whole day on the road. Besides, I am not an animal, I can restrain myself,” Connor said with a faint smile. “Come.”
With that, he led the way to the door and there was, again, the unreasonable feeling of disappointment. Should he not be happy Connor was able to gloss over their innate differences, something most alphas would have taken as good reason to belittle him? Yes, he did like being treated as an equal. That wasn’t it. But it seemed like he had no effect at all on Connor. That was quite surprising, since most unbonded alphas, even betas, would go after every omega in heat. He had to be truly unappealing to be so easy to ignore – and it’s better that way, he told himself. Whatever strange unseasonal passion was living in him better not disturb the peaceful atmosphere of their companionship. His cycle changing was the only explanation he could think of for these dumb thoughts.
The Mile’s End Inn had a comfortable spacious main hall, still smelling faintly spicy, like the sap of freshly cut wood. Connor’s entrance produced a commotion among the locals, near everyone shouting their hellos. Godfrey and Terry even called Clipper’s name from the corner, raising their cups. Clipper went looking for a free table and found one by the window, soon joined by Connor, carrying two wooden mugs.
“Goat’s milk,” he said, setting the mug down in front of him. “I hope that is alright?”
“Very much. Thank you kindly, sir.”
“You should call me Connor.” Connor lifted his mug and took a sip. “I might be above you in rank as an assassin, but I am also a man. There are very few people who are still as close to me as you are...”
Because everyone else was dead. Clipper knew his pity showed in his expression because Connor avoided his eyes.
“You are young, s- Connor,” Clipper said gently. “I know the last years weren’t easy, but things might start looking up again.”
“Perhaps.”
“I was already wondering why you had no mate to keep you company.” Clipper cleared his throat. “Many people would be up for it, I’d wager... no one ever caught your eye?“
His friend looked at him as if he had taken leave of his senses. “Why would people look at me? You’re imagening things. I never saw the opportunity come up. A few omegas in heat, yes, but – that’s natural. They just wanted, er, part of me. Anyway, I had more important things on my mind.”
If you could have seen Connor blush under his dark skin and freckles, he would have done so now. Clipper bit his tongue so he wouldn’t laugh, happy that he hadn’t uncovered yet another tragedy in the poor man’s life – with his luck, a dead mate in his past seemed almost inevitable.
“Perhaps now that not everyone’s trying to kill you all the time, you could take a look around,” Clipper said. “Least I hope so? Last couple of guys we finished seemed more like leftovers.”
“I would like to tell myself it is done.” The man stared out into the black of night, thoughtfully nipping at his whiskey. “But I don’t think it ever truly will be. We might have just gained their attention.”
He lowered his voice and Clipper had to lean forward to hear him over the laughter and a drunken rendition of the Liberty Song.
“The Templars... they were not for the King, but their goals were still far from ours. They think this is their chance for a new world. But this world is old as well. My people have been here since the dawn of time. It is as little fit to be beaten into shape to match their ideas as the place they come from.”
“Then I suppose we’ll just have to keep them away, sir, I mean – Connor,” Clipper whispered back, with conviction. “It’ll be rough times in these parts, anyhow, until the government is all secure. I mean, I’m not pretending I know about politics and all that stuff, but since the Templars were patriots, they probably still have men in the military.”
“That is for sure. There have actually been patrols around the borders of these lands that don’t make much sense, considering it is a very peaceful place. Perhaps they are trying to fence me in...” Taking a large gulp of whiskey, Connor shook his head. “I would rather forget about that for an evening, though. I have been meaning to ask – how is your family? You mentioned they were with the King’s men. That is not always well-liked these days.”
The assassin looked at him with a sort of quiet, earnest care that had Clipper shift in his seat.
“They are fine, thank you. I got a letter from my pappy sayin’ that my brothers got in a few fist fights, but that seems to be the worst of it. Was a short note, though. They’re not really talking to me since I was a bit too honest last time my oldest brother came to visit. Told him what I thought about them redcoats dragging boys off.”
“I’m sure they will see reason in time.”
The music, now accompanied by a squeaking fiddle being tortured rather than played, picked up. The collective drunken mind had capitulated before the complex lyrics of the Liberty Song and the insistent bellowing of a group of Irish sailors, who knew the melody with other lyrics.
Here's a health to the company and one to my lass, Let us drink and be merry all out of one glass...
“I will get us another round,” Clipper said. “Would be kind of fun to see how much whiskey it takes before you join in with these fellas.”
“I don’t know the song.”
“No worries. It don’t seem too difficult to me.”
Laughing, Clipper picked up their empty mugs and made his way to the bar, where the couple was quite busy serving drinks to a small group of newcomers. While he waited to be served, though, a heavy hand suddenly landed on his back.
Clipper looked at two men with sunburnt skin and curly black hair, probably Spaniards or Portuguese, by the looks of it, and sailors judging by their sturdy outfits of leather wests and ragged linen.
“What’s a little man like you doing all alone around here?”
Clipper stared at the man who was half a head shorter than him.
“I’m with a friend-”
“Wouldn’t you rather be with us? Smells like you’ll need it. We’d be nice with someone as sweet as you.”
His hand closed roughly around Clipper’s jaw as he pulled him close.
In Connor’s company, it was so very easy to forget he wasn’t just Clipper, but Clipper the omega. The drop back to reality took him by surprise, leaving him momentarily speechless before the strangers.
Before he could gather his thoughts and slap the man holding him away, though, a figure moved fast like an apparition behind the two. Within a split second, Connor had roughly pushed them out of the way and stood before Clipper like a wall.
“That is close enough,” he said and even Clipper found the hair on the back of his neck standing at the tone. He moved slightly sideways so he could see the scene. In Connor’s face, a mixture of barely contained anger and disgust was showing. The shorter of the sailors seemed still barely sober enough to read the mood, looking vaguely troubled, but his companion crossed his arms in front of his chest.
“What’s it to you?” The tall, lanky one of the pair slurred, looking Connor defiantly in the eyes. “We weren’t doing nothing he wouldn’t like.”
“That is not for you to decide.”
“He’s not yours, is he?” The other asked.
Connor’s eyes narrowed.
“No.”
“Well, then I say you piss off and-“
“He’s no horse nor a piece of land. He belongs to no one.”
It was an answer that came so unexpected to the two sailors that for a moment they seemed ununsure how to handle it. Connor did not let their alcohol-addled minds come to a conclusion.
“I suggest you leave your hands off people who did not ask for them.”
“C’mon, you know how these omegas are. They want it, it’s in their blood. They’ll say no over and over, but they’ll be begging for it by the en-“
The bear standing tall on its legs preparing to strike had not been more frightful than Connor as he grasped the man by the throat and slammed him against the bar. Cups and mugs rattled and suddenly, they had everybody’s attention. The music died down. Wide eyes stared at friendly, always helpful Connor, seeming about to strangle a man.
Clipper was looking as well, feeling strangely calm and safe, despite the dangerous mood. Why wasn’t he as shocked? Clipper wondered. But then, no, he’d seen Connor spill blood, human blood. He’d killed alongside him. Connor said he was both and it was true: Clipper knew his master assassin as much as he knew his friend. And he knew he would not lose himself in rage.
Gentle but firm, he closed his hand around Connor’s shoulder, his voice a low whisper. “Connor, that guy’s not worth it.”
Under his hand, Connor’s muscles were hard as stone. However, his finger slowly unclenched. Stepping back, he gave the two sailors a wild look.
“Get out of this inn. Out of this village. I do not want to see you here ever again.”
The grandmaster of the Templars himself, whoever he was now, wouldn’t have been able to resist that tone, Clipper would have bet. The two reminded him of beaten dogs as they scurried out. Connor waited until the door had closed before he followed, each heavy step ringing through the silence.
With a lopsided smile, Clipper put the money for the drinks on the bar – even the sound of metal on wood clinked loud now – and excused himself, aware of all the eyes on the back of his head as he fled out of the door into the night.
Even when his eyes had gotten used to the darkness, Clipper couldn’t spot his friend. He let his gaze wander over the border of the woods, but if Connor did not want to be found, he could be invisible.
“Here.”
The voice came from his left. In a low crutch of a tall hawthorn tree, Connor sat, his legs hidden in the tangle of a thorny bush. Under the shadow of his hood, his face was unreadable.
“Thank you for your assistance, but I could have managed that,” Clipper said as he stepped towards him.
“I know, I...” Connor took a deep breath, hands flexing and unflexing, knuckles white against the skin. “I could not listen to them talk like that. About anyone – about you.”
“I’m not not saying that wasn’t good of you to do that,” Clipper clarified. “Alphas like that have no respect for anything that they want to put their pricks in, begging your pardon. It doesn’t hurt them to hear a few words from someone they have reason to be afraid of.”
“Sadly not.” Connor sneered, his lip pulling up just enough to show his canine teeth. They weren’t exceptionally long, but he still managed to look like a wolf with that face.
“Anyway... I should probably get back in and ask for a room.” Which was going to be very amusing indeed, at least to the village gossips.
“Room?” Connor lifted his head, hood slipping. “You can stay at my house. I have many empty rooms.”
Of course Clipper was aware of that, but he had just enough manners not to impose. Still, the offer lifted his spirit. “If you’re alright with it, I certainly won’t mind.”
Connor stood and leaped over the shrubbery, landing next to him in the grass – tall and strong and imposing in the best ways. As they walked to the stables, they did not talk, but the silence did not bother Clipper. It was comfortable, as was Connor’s presence by his side.
Perhaps his pride should have been wounded since Connor had jumped to his defense as if he was just a child. However, he knew that Connor meant every word he’d said. And could you really fault a man who’d lost just about everything for being a bit protective about the few things life had left him?
"I understand now why you are wary of alphas. I never knew how callous some were."
“You remember what you told me? You've got the bad ones, but a few good ones, too,” Clipper said, and Connor, leading his horse out by the reins, looked over his shoulder back to him and gave a surprised smile.
Clipper smiled back and cursed himself.
If only it had been all about the smell and the heat and all these things that were out of his control, but had become manageable through habit and determination. But after this evening, he feared that what made being with Connor so difficult and strange at times was much, much simpler than that.
He’d fallen in love with him.
Re: Connor/Clipper: Freedom (5/?)
(Anonymous) 2013-02-24 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)*cough*
Sorry, I'm really loving this story, and the slow buildup w/ their relationship and having background for how Alpha/Omega relationships work is amazing. (This meme is my first encounter for Alpha/Omega stories, tbh, so this story is helping me get a better idea on how everything works.)
Re: Connor/Clipper: Freedom (5/?)
(Anonymous) 2013-03-02 10:31 pm (UTC)(link)Thank you so much. This is my first writing take on the Omegaverse, too, and I hope I am not butchering it too badly. ^^"
OP
(Anonymous) 2013-02-24 09:42 pm (UTC)(link)i can't wait for the next part :)
Re: OP
(Anonymous) 2013-03-02 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Connor/Clipper: Freedom (5/?)
(Anonymous) 2013-02-26 07:22 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Connor/Clipper: Freedom (5/?)
(Anonymous) 2013-03-02 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)