,,, Connor's blog is getting a massive overhaul. DBH verses will remain here but by request only. Human verses and exclusive au's will take center stage. Things will be more fandomless/oc/hc based.
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#5
Connor shook his head at the news story. Reading about a woman who died in a car crash is grim enough. Details on her losing a limb is not what he needed to start his day off with. He sighed. Exhaustion weighs on him today. He figures things would let up a little bit. The only time lately he’s had time to himself is when he’s on lunch breaks. Or if he forces himself out once his work is done for the day.
Today is one of those rarities where he is finally able to breathe. He chose to stop in here for his time off. He could go anywhere. Maybe he should visit his brothers. But here he was instead.
“Do you want to get food?” Connor asked her with a smile.
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18 notes • Posted 2021-01-07 19:15:07 GMT
#4
Connor sat in his car for ten minutes after arriving. Leaving the tower before his daily shift was over was an easy decision. No one would complain about it. No one would say anything to him. He was the boss. He could do whatever he wanted. That is exactly why he feels at fault.
Genevieve said he was married to the job. That’s all he ever cared about. Sometimes he wished that was true. He wanted to only care about his job.
Despite his anger today he still cares about Gen. That doesn’t mean he can forgive her for what she accused him of. He sighed, opening his door and leaving his vehicle. The few steps he had to take for the front of the apartment complex were brief.
He should have gone to her shop. It was too late in the day. She’d only be at home and that’s where he knocked now. On her door when he reached her floor; Connor rubbed at his face, visibly tired and emotionally drained.
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19 notes • Posted 2021-01-22 04:43:30 GMT
#3
"I'm not really interested in any surprises for my birthday," he dismissed it more often due to getting older. Maybe also due to his 'mother' always trying to push things on him when he was younger. "But thank you. I appreciate the gesture."
21 notes • Posted 2021-08-15 13:39:55 GMT
#2
“You are the last hope. You know what to do, Connor.”
He knows what must be done. He knows what must be accomplished. There is only one mission. Following behind Lieutenant Anderson comes with added leverage. The human is conflicted towards him. Despite their terse and tense partnership there is more benefits in allowing the human to lead. It will get him closer to his next target.
Elijah Kamski’s home stood out among the snow. A picturesque abode along a wintry image of Detroit. The lake itself added a crystalline backdrop. Matching Mr. Kamski’s villa with an ambiance of sheltered, isolated and cool; the RK800′s eyes flicker along the expanse. The home is neither welcoming nor foreboding. It just is.
The matter of his existence is just that. It just is. It just becomes.
Deviancy is a thing to destroy. Destruction is beauty painted in blue. Cut down with bullets of precision and implanted through circuitry skulls without little hesitation.
Two Tracis died in an alley. He batted no eyes. He stalled no intensions. He moved as the executioner, pulling back on the barrel and unleashed his sentence. Both died from his gun. Both bled out onto soaked asphalt swirling beneath their lifeless husks.
All in all they were no longer part oft he problem. They were the end. Hank did not like that.
Connor said nothing as they approached the door. His eyes fixed solely on the front. Though a glimmer of something happened in that moment. A thought process blipped into view with the flicker of yellow. It disappeared quickly. Connor forced himself to remain emotionless. He could not determine anything until pulling the information required to find Jericho.
“Well here we are,” the lieutenant glanced over to Connor. It was brief. Maybe not brief enough because all he could see was that damn machine from the Eden Club’s alleyway. Just when he was starting to think - ah fuck it. Hank rang the bell.
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21 notes • Posted 2021-01-25 22:16:28 GMT
#1
“Why am I automatically considered a villain? I never wanted things to go sour. She was everything to me. She still is....”
Any threads I have yet to move here from the old blog probably aren't being moved. From newer threads please tell me what plots you would like to keep. I'm going to clean out things that have sat for a while. Also inbox purged and not accepting new asks until I decide to reblog some memes.
Connor is still canon to the DBH universe but I have since discontinued following new people from there. Any blogs he follows/interacts with have been his mutuals for a long time. I'm just done with that rpc and happier for it. You will see human verses a lot more often here but canon is still there for plot if you're interested.
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"How could you ever hold me back when you were always the first support I had? My first love. My forever love. I say it because I can never stop thinking about you, Genny." Speaking the truth called back to their relationship growing up and leading into adulthood. Every moment he spent is a moment he treasured with her. Above all else she will continue to be his life's highlight. Connor doesn't want to move on because there is nothing.
He watched as she refused to look him in the eye at first. None of this can change what they had but he wants to have it again. "The future is ours. It always will be ours. If you let it."
Connor stepped closer. Able to look into her eyes, listen to her pleas to the opposite, the urge to prove her wrong filled him. If he could convince her to give them another chance his life will be exactly what he needs.
"I still love you. I still want you more than anything. If you want me to give up on that, if you don't feel that way anymore I promise, Genevieve. I promise I will let you go. That's all a man can do for the woman he loves. Love her enough to give her what she wants. Even if it means losing her."
"Cruelty is the prominence of society. The nature of man is to judge without measure equal or asked for." While she is here presenting herself so kindly, Connor chose to give her the same respect. She has not done anything to him. Yet. She is a reporter. Journalists can never be underestimated. There is a story to be told and she obviously wants to know as much of the truth as possible. Whether he tells her depends.
There is too much he is holding inside following the failure of his experiment. Too many unanswered questions even for himself. Connor can only wonder how long he can be in his self-induced isolation before he goes insane? Time is the only measure he has with this.
"The truth." He nodded as he sat down. The chill of the wind currently made him feel alive. An irony when he handled so many of the dead. It's almost as if he needs to have that crisp bitter wind to know he is among the living. Staring at his hands only made it reality. What he pieced together should not have been meddled in. "You mentioned the rumors yourself, Eloise." Connor offered a smile, brightening his expression for the first time. The shadow of the handsome young doctor full of ideas shined through briefly. Just as quickly he returned to that disillusioned shell of himself. "A maker of monsters."
Connor leaned forward. He looked her over. "You want a story from me. Something that will boost your name in the media. As nicely as you can present it I know that's why you came to see me. I cannot blame you for wanting to find answers. Sometimes I wonder myself about the aftermath. If this thing is really dead. In a way he-it isn't. I still have nightmares of it and what it did to my fiancee."
The sorrows of a man who brought it on himself. He might as well have killed her with his own bare hands. "I have a lot of guilt. With no one to trust it with."
Suspicions come with the territory of what he has done. He had a spike of anxiety following the escape of his creation. Living with the fear of someone constantly over one's shoulder does not a life make. Connor is aware of what he did. He is more aware than anyone. Rumors in this case are true. She is someone who would not believe in a wild story so easily. There is a reason she is here.
Connor nodded, opening his door wider. "Forgive me. Come inside, Dr. Knights."
Greeting her with the same respect, he did not miss her emphasis. Connor never did finish his tenure. He still has received a calling. Patients seeking his expert hand. A grieving woman once came asking if he could bring back her son.
It was all unethical. Knowing his choices have made people seek out what is impossible; he locked the door behind her.
"Daniela. Would you like something to drink. Wine. Brandy? I was just about to settle down for the evening but I am always open to host a guest." An intelligent and beautiful guest but he has other things to focus on. The reason behind her visit.
They were not rivals at the university. Rather they were in their own worlds of science. Connor did believe her to have a sophistication in her work unlike most. That is likely why he is so open in letting her come to him now. "Maybe you will tell me what you want to know. That is why you are here."
Genevieve brought with her a calm before the storm. No matter what he began to plan or what would come, he could always count on her to be the anchor. He very much wanted to be soldered to her now. Close and unable to let go for too long. Connor felt guilt spike through him at the thought he was neglecting his fiancee. If he could bring her completely into the fold he would. He is afraid of what she might think of him. If he could avoid that he will do anything.
Connor's smile brightened for once. Studies have done nothing but drown him in the possibilities of life and death. What can they truly divine from the mystery? If he can prove that life can be rejuvenated, continue on after death it would be worth all his work.
"You would never be a distraction. I have to apologize to you, Viv. I know I have been distant. It is nothing to do with you. Only that this particular research is time consuming." Connor did not lie. It did take up much of his existence currently but he needs her to know. "Soon it will be over. When it is, whether a success or failure, I will never be far away from you again. You have my word."
With the declaration he dipped his head to kiss her lips. Several pecks to warm the connection between them. While he worked with cold, lifeless things in his search, Connor chose to come back to the warmth of his love.
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[ @unitedxfront dropped for Frankenstein au @ here ]
Everything went off much as he anticipated. Every equation hit the mark with the ongoing storm rumbling above. Even this old stone castle held firm. Among the most violence of gales, destructive of lightning it stood the test of time. Tonight made no difference in its sturdy appeal.
Energies ran wild within the scientist. In the making, hard work, blood, sweat and tears shed itself in one image. The image of a man once dead but pieced together expertly. A puzzle that needed stitching but he took to the lightning, his flesh rejuvenated. All that would call him mad, laugh at his theories will soon quake in their fervor of shock and awe!
"ALIVE!"
Connor looked up once as the word echoed loud, miraculous in the swell of the laboratory. Even as he was insistently held back from the table as his intruders, his disbelievers tried to stop him, sway him from some so-called madness. Genius is equal to mad desires. Apparently the thrill of science can cause men to lose themselves. But he did not. He only saw what everyone else saw. His creation's hand rose. It moved! He is there among them parts sown together, compiled from fresh recently deceased. Oh but it is no longer dead flesh. It lives with the ignition of electric god!
[ @embraced-chaos dropped for Frankenstein au @ here ]
The determination of proper segments in a person is due for some analysis. Working on his own project sent the doctorate study off to survey a working medical procedure. Always with a knack for watchers it is the best way to learn. Students are always accustomed to the live performance of surgery, autopsy and beyond. This would be an interesting case. Far more interesting as it will lead him away from to a great feat in the end.
Connor hoped it would. All his hard work remained private this far. He had yet to physically put together his project. This is the starting point.
He noted the examiner today. A woman working the field. Women have come a long way. He is appreciative to see more of them entering the world of science and medicine. Unfortunately for him his calculations and planning are not beneficial. They would never be in the eyes of those who don't understand. That is why he keeps his reasons being here to himself.
[ @rxseguided dropped for Frankenstein au @ here ]
Packing up his supplies would only bring about questions. That is why he chose a time after courses. The university could not keep an eye on him forever. Choosing to pick up everything he put into this, turn away from building to a doctorate may be foolish. This is too important. Tonight he plans to remove any trace of his existence here but the laboratory on site is still in his access.
Connor had the key still. From the last he used it, entrusted as he is one of the top students here. It has nothing to do with his name. Only with his skills.
Dropping things off in a trunk, he reached into the pocket of his long coat. Gray as the day has been; cloudy and restless the weather matches his mood. He knew the appropriate item would be there. He just has to get his hands on one of the fresh specimens. The human brain is after all the most integral to man's intelligence. Whether that can be replicated after death is a mystery he unlocks with each piece of paper he privately details, draws in diagram and scrawls in equation. Hopefully there will be no one here; he stops at the door to use the key but the door itself is already slightly ajar. Connor pushes it in, gazing around the supply shelves on entrance. Maybe no one is here after all but who leave this unlocked? The only other key belongs to the dean. He is not here. Either way, it hardly matters as the displayed brains in glass jars draw his attention.
[ @theyearningtofly dropped for Frankenstein au @ here ]
The smell was decidedly similar. The musky dirt of the graves. Mounds shoveled up and over to release the caskets of the newly deceased. How the metal struck with a melodic tin, shuffling each grain of the earth for a nefarious operation. He did it once before. Now again coerced in a way, he is back to this forsaken path.
That aroma only matched the electricity in the air. The bubbling song of beakers rose to percussion of a thunderous storm. All of it in the name of one thing.
Connor's throat ran dry. Almost closing in the boiling anticipating of a night unlike any other. His eyes filled with a mix of awe inspiration and an edge of anxiety. What if this is not the way? Let it be the way or let him die on a pile of the bodies he has sinned upon breaking from their eternal sleep. It floods his subconscious only a moment before the sparks ignite catching and conducting nature's deadly force into his hands. The hands of a man who is not meant to wield lightning's strike. But it comes. It surges and rains down in fissures of light, reflecting off coils and probes, alighting the bolts attached to the table that houses her wrapped figure. As it dies away, he moves, reaching over carefully to remove the cloth protecting his subject's eyes. With one pull he is looking into the opened eyelids, lashes feminine and lovely surrounding her lively gaze.
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[ @itsagraywcrld dropped for Frankenstein au @ here ]
"You will catch your death out here."
"Maybe that is exactly what I want to catch." He answered her so calmly it was clear how he felt these days. Never mind the reminders. It's everywhere around him. Why else did he try to establish a new place, setting in a new home? The manor is too big for someone who has nothing but an empty void in him. But it's better than the alternative....
Cassandra meant well but she didn't understand. Nor did other people as apparently there is a guest here. Another person trying to get information, tap into secrets he will disclose to no one? What if someone tried to replicate what he did? What will become of ridding this monster then? Another to take its place? No, he cannot let that happen.
Connor, however, made sure to look presentable when he met this young lady outside. She already made herself comfortable on the veranda and privately he's thankful to be out of that house. "Ms Gray?" he greeted with a bit of a smile. "I heard you were looking for me. I can only assume why that is."
[ @diivinerose dropped for Frankenstein au @ here ]
The remnants of that failure remained heavy. The imposing weight of the scientific world on a man who left his entire university career behind. Despite never finishing he found himself known as the 'young doctor who created a monster'. If he had not felt the need to kill it in the end, he's sure people would have turned on him too.
Connor chose to isolate himself much as he did prior to these unsettling events. He had survived. He had grown perhaps a little wiser but the drive for that terrifying unknown received a new spark. He was not expecting anyone he knew at his door. Nor was he expecting an actual colleague who attended the same university. The will of the woman who seeks to become proficient in a man's field always garnered admiration from Connor Stern.
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