Find Your Center

Connor MacTirre. 21. Beta Wolf Yoga Instructor. NYC - Beacon Hills, CA "The obstacle is the path."

[zenwolfconnor]

Just an admiration of your restraint, nothing more.

Are you hungry?

[halcd-blog]

I hesitated. Should’ve known better.

Always. What are you in the mood for?

[zenwolfconnor]

It happens.

Chinese. Sound good to you?

[halcd-blog]

[It isn’t that she’s frightened. Not at all, really. But she has a thing about being touched, and about guys who tower over her. (That is to say, almost everyone.) His hand pins her to the wall, and for a second, she can’t breathe. Her mind takes her back to the days with Deucalion, when she dealt with this all too much, and had to stand up for herself, lest she appeared weak. For a moment, she’s afraid. Then, she remembers that this guy — a gun holstered on his hip without any sort of subtlety; hunter? or idiot?  — is human. Regardless of what he thinks he can do, she’s not his prey. Between him and her, she will be the bigger threat every time.

She takes his wrist in her hand, her grip tightening until she feels the bones break beneath the skin. Ripped from his evil monologue of whatever he was talking about, he pulls his hand away with a cry of pain. He staggers to the side, his shoulder hitting the wall, and tears spring to his eyes as he cradles his ruined wrist. She breaks his other hand, too, if only to prevent him from shooting her in the back as she leaves, and she walks away from him. She doesn’t want to kill him; getting rid of the body would be too much work, and it’s not even noon yet. She’s content to just leave him where he is. Only a handful of steps away, she stops cold when she meets a pair of familiar eyes. She’s only quiet for a moment.] Whatever you’re going to say — don’t.

[zenwolfconnor]

Just an admiration of your restraint, nothing more.

Are you hungry?

[zenwolfconnor]

Text → Noelle

Noelle: ...okay. but let me get through the rest of class.

Connor: You don't have to if you don't want to, but I'll be outside waiting when you're ready, alright?

[lahcymcdown-blog]

AESTHETIC SERIES: THE LOFT CREW

“Are you okay?”

“You’re not actually asking me that, are you?”

“…No.”

“Good. I don’t think you’d like my answer very much.”

[zenwolfconnor]

[zenwolfconnor]

Text → Noelle

Noelle: oh. um, no, you don't have to. but i might take the bus home and skip softball practice.

Connor: I want to. And I wouldn't recommend the bus. Please, let me pick you up?

[zenwolfconnor]

Text → Isaac

Isaac: No, that was all. Sorry.

Connor: For what?

[zenwolfconnor]

Text → Noelle

Connor: Sweetheart, do you want me to pick you up?

Noelle: Huh?

Connor: I can feel you. It's something done within pack. You feel distressed.

[zenwolfconnor]

Text → Isaac

Connor: I don't understand any of you {unsent}

Connor: I'm fine.

Isaac: Okay.

Connor: Is that all you wanted? Or did you need something else?

[zenwolfconnor]

Text → Isaac

Isaac: ...I'm not nearly as passive aggressive as you think I am.

Isaac: Jackson and Lydia are going to be fine. It's just a sensitive subject. I'm asking if you're okay.

Connor: I don't understand any of you {unsent}

Connor: I'm fine.

[zenwolfconnor]

Text → Isaac

Isaac: Because of what happened with Jackson?

Connor: Oh.

Connor: I have no intention of upsetting him further. I'm going to stay away from him. And Lydia. If that's what you're concerned about.

[zenwolfconnor]

Text → Isaac

Isaac: Hey. Are you okay?

Connor: Why?

[zenwolfconnor]

Text → Noelle

Connor: Sweetheart, do you want me to pick you up?

[zenwolfconnor]

Alright. Would you like to move out to your car, where it’s more private?

[capwhittemore-blog]

[Jackson nods, dragging himself to his feet.]

[zenwolfconnor]

Okay. Would it be alright if I helped you?

[zenwolfconnor]

…would you like me to call someone?

[capwhittemore-blog]

Lydia’s calling…

[zenwolfconnor]

Alright. Would you like to move out to your car, where it’s more private?

[zenwolfconnor]

You’re a werewolf with a very short temper. It’s not completely out of the question. 

…then again, it’s been repeatedly established tonight that we don’t know each other, so I apologize.

I don’t plan on it. I’m sorry, it’s… the comparison thing, it’s something I’ve done with Cora, to help with understanding, but that was wrong of me to do so without your permission. 

Jackson… sit down. You’re hyperventilating. 

[capwhittemore-blog]

No, we don’t, and we’re in public, and… [Jackson glares, intending to tell Connor to fuck off, but he really is feeling sick, so he slumps back into the chair, holding his face in his hands.  He’ll be fine in a few minutes.  Then he’s out of there.]

[zenwolfconnor]

...would you like me to call someone?

[zenwolfconnor]

Jackson, wait, it wasn’t-

{Connor gets up quickly and moves around the other boy, blocking his path but distinctly staying out of his reach.}

It wasn’t a jab, or at least it wasn’t meant as one. I just brought it up as a not wholly dissimilar state, that is all. I’m sorry for doing so and I won’t bring it up again. I’m sorry for upsetting you. 

{Connor moves out of the way, again keeping an eye on the other boy’s hands and the distance between them, before going back to where he’d been sitting before.}

[capwhittemore-blog]

[Jackson glares at Connor, his hands curling into fists when he sees Connor watching them.]  What do you think I’m going to do?  Jesus.  [He turns to face Connor when he sits back down, not taking a seat again himself, his jaw set in a firm line.]  Don’t you ever– ever– do anything like this to Lydia.  [The idea of someone doing this to Lydia, bringing up Peter Hale like that…Jackson feels sick.  He feels like he’s going to throw up.  He feels like he can’t breathe, like he’s burning up, like– fuck.]

[zenwolfconnor]

You’re a werewolf with a very short temper. It’s not completely out of the question. 

...then again, it’s been repeatedly established tonight that we don’t know each other, so I apologize.

I don’t plan on it. I’m sorry, it’s... the comparison thing, it’s something I’ve done with Cora, to help with understanding, but that was wrong of me to do so without your permission. 

Jackson... sit down. You’re hyperventilating.