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"I don't have any better plans." The joke returned as he kicked at the other lightly, Dante had spent a long time running away from the Tana; obviously Connor had as well, Anders had been out looking for himself for so long that he'd forgotten why he left in the first place. Maybe this place, this shitty little wolf town with all these crazies was exactly where the three of them were meant to end up. "Hey- hey, easy: no need to be fucking rude, but uh, yeah. Fuck that. I hate fighting, better to let knuckleheads like you and Anders beat your skulls together." Dante laid back and rapped his knuckles against his temples, "Because we all know there's not much up there anyways."
"You say no need to be rude and then prove my point. Yikes, man. I knew you wouldn't be able to get in there. I'd have to scrape you up off the floor. Then how would I explain that to your adoring fans?" Connor was just glad to know that they weren't uncomfortable around each other. Or even just having a conversation like they were complete strangers. In actuality, it felt like the two of them had grown up together and neither of them had ever left. That was a good thing. That was what he had to keep telling himself or else he'd think it was a reason to leave Rome entirely. He didn't want to leave now though. This would just be one more reason to stay now. "Hey hey, easy for you now. I've got brains up here," he said as he tapped his temple. Walking over to the counter, he leaned over it to grab the drip coffee. "It just runs on a bunch of bullshit." He grabbed a Monster can and proceeded to pour it directly into the coffee.
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"I didn't know you had any musical talents," that's because Connor and Co. did not, but it did take a lot of courage to play the spoons in this day and age. All that mattered was the trio seemed to have fun attempting to make some ears bleed; that was what Lubefest was about when one really thought about it, the borderline festival grounds always gave off a 'Mother I crave violence' vibe.
Connor was a friendly guy by nature because that was really all he had. Also, it cost literally nothing to be a decent person to people. His mother used to tell him that often. It made more sense now that he really was always scraping for cash. He'd been lucky enough to not have to worry about where he was going to be living, but that was about all he didn't have to worry about. At least he had some family back though. That certainly helped. "Yeah, I play the spoons like nobody's fucking business. Wait until you hear me on the drums. It goes so crazy, your head would explode." He couldn't play the drums at all, but it wasn't like he took any of that elven truth serum.
Moments like this were times that Inan would remember after Connor was gone, be it by circumstances, or the natural flow of time there was a good chance that Inan would still be here long after the lycan was gone. It was macabre to some, perhaps, but the elve was accustomed to loss by now and he knew what it felt like when a large part of himself disappeared. Whatever Connor was to him, he could feel that it was significant and that these small feelings of happiness were things he'd carry with him.
"And you've won a lot of these fights?" Because there was knowing how to fight and then there was actually winning those fights, so often those two were very different things. Warders had to know the difference between a fight they could win, and a fight that was worth throwing their life away for; all too often that was what it came down to. Halani crawled onto the warder's lap if only to weasel her way closer to Connor as she did, the fox was incorrigible, spoiled, and this was entirely Connor's fault. "I never used to let her inside before you, none of them, actually." Inan looked towards the dogs in a pile together in the corner, "You've turned these wild animals into glorified house cats." Halani purred as if to punctuate Inan's point.
Inan always had this way about him where the words he spoke had a hint of judgment. Or maybe that wasn't the right word to use to describe it. The right word was probably 'condescending'. Lucky for Connor, he never got offended by anything and he was also positive that Inan never actually meant it that way when it came to him. At least, he hoped. The lycan definitely had a thought in his head that he was rubbing off on the elf to some extent. Sense of humor-wise only though. Well, in other ways, too, but that had nothing to do with the way either of them spoke to others and more to do with having an extra spring in his step every day. Nevertheless, he leaned in close to the other, not much distance between them now. "Of course I have. You want a demonstration? I can give you a demonstration."
The only reason he ended up moving back slightly was because Halani decided to make her presence known again. Connor knew she loved him. So his hand rested on her head. "I'll save the demonstration for next time, I guess. Wouldn't want my dear daughter here thinking I'm not giving her attention." Lifting his gaze from the fox between them, he looked back at Inan. Cute little martian. He just wanted to eat the elf up. "Well, you started letting a dog stay inside so they probably thought it was okay," he joked as he leaned in again. As he pressed his lips to Inan's, he spoke again. "I can always build them their own little cottage. I'll set them up real nice so we have this place all to ourselves." He let their lips meet again in a kiss he decided to deepen this time.
More and more, these critters that should have been kept out in the wilderness had been making themselves awfully comfortable within the cabin. Halani, the wily trickster, had very clearly used Inan's weakness for Connor to weasel his way into some form of domesticity. Even the dogs had been getting bold, traipsing in after Connor from the cold and leaving their muddy paw prints on the floor. There were homes for people and then homes for the wild. Inan hadn't crossed the two much until Connor started to live under this roof. Some nights the small, four-walled home was more barn than cottage. It was warm, Inan didn't think he'd find a way to be grateful for that.
"I had to build the fire at some point." Because he had, in fact, been watching Connor for most of the time, but he'd taken his eyes off of him briefly to feed the wood stove a few times. A playful loop in the elve's need to speak only in truths. "If it didn't sound like you were fighting for your life, then I'd assume you were dead." Inan playfully added because there had to be quieter battlefields than the man in front of him.
"It's for luck, and to remind you of me while you're fighting at Lupercalia." Inan promised as he tied the bracelet around Connor's wrist with enough slack so it wouldn't feel tight. Light like the air, Connor might feel the brush of the threads fall across the back of his hand, but he'd probably only really notice it when he looked at it. "Because I'll be cheering for you." He stood so he could take a seat on the couch, a curious question at the forefront of his mind as he brushed his fingers lightly through the other's hair. "Can you even fight?" Inan remembered saving his life at The End; it was generally easy to differentiate between the lycans who could fight and those who just gave into their instincts.
A fire. Yeah, that made sense. If it wasn't for Connor's natural elevated body heat, he was sure this place would've felt cold. Then again, he had fixed the pipes a lot by now. This cottage was barely standing before he got here and he almost wondered how Inan had ever lived like this. Not that he was the type of person that lived in the lap of luxury anyway. He was used to it so much that the rundown place felt like home. It was much better than jumping from place to place with no solid place to rest his head. If Inan hadn't taken him in, he wasn't sure where he would've been now. Maybe Dante or Anders would've been nice enough to offer him some place to stay. Actually, he wasn't even sure about that either. The two of them both looked like they would live in a dirt pile and be happy about it. He supposed that was something the three of them had in common. That had nothing to do with his place here though. A chuckle left his mouth at the other's words instead. "Good to know my snoring gives you hope for my well-being," he joked as his finger curled to nudge Inan's cheek.
He looked on as Inan tied the bracelet around his wrist. It felt light which meant that Connor would have to be sure to take care of it. Gifts from others were things he cherished. It was why he still wore the Fenrir carving around his neck and it was why he would wear this hand-woven bracelet for as long as it would let him. His gaze was still on the gift as Inan stood to sit next to him. "I think I'd think of you without even trying to." He rested back into the couch, partially turning to face the other as he did. The elf's fingers running through his hair caused him to close his eyes, a smile resting on his face. "Of course I can," he stated with a nod. "I trained a lot while traveling. I never wanted to get caught in a situation I couldn't fight my way out of."

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"Suit yourself." It wasn't like Anders had anything to stand on, either. He wasn't in a pack at the moment, no matter how often Serkan wanted him to be. Though something told him that had more to do with than just their friendship; something about a gym and he didn't need a shirt – Serkan had mumbled after that. "Have you sought forgiveness elsewhere?" Crimes in the Tana – old and ancient ways, he was almost sure that Runa would've straightened them out by now.
Well then. He hadn't expected Anders to just bypass his question altogether, but maybe his cousin just didn't want to answer it. 'How have you been?' was certainly a loaded question to most. Connor thought he would ask again, but he really didn't want to get swerved again. That would just be embarrassing. "Forgiveness?" Brows furrowed as he shook his head. That was a word he wasn't sure he should be familiar with. "I don't think I deserve forgiveness, man."
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Quintessential of Napoleon, he saw the Waffle House as some weird diamond in the rough and pounced upon it; whoever lorded ownership over it in the past was now a figment of the past. When the Waffle House was crowded it was a kettle set to burst, bellicose lycans who cared little for the actual meal, but it currently stood as a ghost town and Carmine flicked a cold french fry at Connor as the two merely sat within the deserted place. "I think everyone is getting ready for Lupercalia," another french fry was flicked calculatingly at Connor, "Waste of time, really." If they didn't have the qualifications now he didn't see what lifting weights and wrestling with each other would amount to in a few short weeks.
Connor merely picked up the french fry that had landed on his chest and popped it into his mouth. There would never be wasted food around him. Not if he had anything to say about it. "Lupercalia is a waste of time? You mean to tell me you're not interested in throwing your hat in the ring? You and your noodle arms could win alpha, I'm sure of it." He looked around the empty Waffle House and then back at Carmine. "My cousin told me I should've done it, but I thought probably not."
"Right, secret recipe. Got it got it." Somehow the notion of either of them being parents made him laugh, Connor especially though, where was he even staying? Still, the conversation shifted to something that was more serious and Dante let it flow naturally in that direction. "I left when I was eighteen, I didn't really see myself going back." Ten years had passed and absolutely nothing had changed, same little village, same way of life, and same old school practices. "Then my dad died at the beginning of the year and now I definitely don't see myself going back." Runa made a good alpha, she was built for it, and while Anders was always waxing on about Norse this or Norse that, Dante was glad to put it behind him. He didn't believe the way his brother believed, and he didn't really want to. So far the Gods that Rome had come across were just a bunch of dicks, somehow Dante doubted the Norse pantheon, whatever they were, would be any different. "I don't think you're missing much. Maybe you could be alpha here, you plan on fighting?"
Connor had his own reason for having left that everyone in the pack definitely knew about. His mother's handless body was enough of an explanation for him to want to run. It wasn't as if he had thought that the pack would've killed him on the spot. No, it was the mere fact that he had done it that bothered him. Running away had seemed like the most logical thing to do in his mind at that age. He'd been...so young. Younger than Dante was saying he was when he left. "Guess we should stick together then, huh?" It was phrased jokingly, but really it was the truth. He didn't have anyone from his past in his life that didn't look at him like he was a monster outside of the two cousins he'd run into here. Having Dante around probably wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. "Me? Alpha? Yeah, right. I don't know any of these people and I definitely wouldn't tell them to follow me," he stated as he stood up. "But I'll be fighting. I assume you won't be. I think a stiff wind would knock you the fuck out, string bean."
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Content and peace defined these quiet days. At the same time, the elves ascended, and prosperity followed. Inan's magic had increased marginally compared to the noble elves, but that had never immensely mattered to him. His way had always been with the blade or the arrows he was so fond of. Even if that were not true, he'd have chosen the simplicity of this quiet morning over anything else, any day. Connor had a past that he did not speak of and there were moments where Inan could see the pain that the lycan carried written across his brow when he didn't think Inan was watching. That was the thing, though; Inan was observant, so he noticed, but he said nothing because the home was a delicate thing for anyone who'd already lost it once.
"Not the whole time." Inan finished braiding the three pieces of material, blue, green, and brown, warm like the earth in autumn. Some of Connor mixed with something that Inan favored. "You looked peaceful, I didn't want to wake you." Peaceful was subjective; Connor looked like he was in a very deep sleep, so even though he'd sent Halani running when he jolted, he had seemed content before that. Inan knelt beside the other, "It gave me time to finish this bracelet I made for you." It wasn't an armband or a bangle, but he could tie it around Connor's wrist until it eventually broke or fell off.
Maybe, if he were anyone else, he would've found it very odd and very weird that Inan had been staring at him while he was sleeping. However, Connor was far too used to the elf being...different that he didn't even question anything anymore. He couldn't even really say that Inan was really different anyway. The elf was just not the kind of person he was used to hanging out with. Which probably said something given the fact that all he wanted to do now was spend time with the other. He still hadn't grasped why that was the case, but he felt like it had something to do with the fact that Inan had been very gentle with him. Sometimes he felt like the elf knew him more than he had originally would have liked. It was a dangerous thing, Connor thought. Maybe he shouldn't have been happy, but he wasn't going to let himself not be. He couldn't just ruin everything for himself again.
"Not the whole time? Well, why not?" The question came out a joke as he looked down at Inan's hands and the pieces of material within them. "You and I both know I didn't look peaceful. My mouth was probably wide open. Maybe some drool." He wiped at his mouth just in case. "Well, no drool, but it could've been there." As Halani moved away, he let his forearms rest on his legs as Inan kneeled beside him. The smile that had been on his face faded as he looked down at the braided material that was in the elf's hand. It had been made for him. Nobody had made him anything since...He tried not to think about it, but he was sure he had some haunted look in his eyes that he could never truly hide from Inan. Connor looked from the bracelet and to Inan's face and then back to the bracelet. He hadn't realized his fingers had been toying with the Fenrir necklace around his neck until he moved them to reach for the perfectly crafted bracelet.
"You made this for me? I..." His voice cracked slightly so he cleared his throat. "Um, thanks. I...thanks."
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Emotions were something that Inan could settle into with ease; after the failure that settled over his shoulders following Fen'Harel's betrayal, Inan had lost himself. In so many ways the warder was still trying to find his way back to the sense of purpose he'd had when he'd first resolved to this path. So much had changed between then and now that it might have been easy for the warder to lose himself, but he hadn't. More than ever, the stalwart fixture knew his place among the court; he knew that his duty was to lay down his life for Robin when required, and he knew that beyond that, his world was his own. A world that had become decidedly warmer lately, despite how cold this winter had been.
Connor was snoring loudly on the couch in front of the wood stove; Halani, curled against him, was giving the lycan a run for his money. It was too cold to want to be outside, the ways through the forest were too snowed in, and while the days were getting warmer bit by bit Inan quietly hoped that afternoons spent in this fashion would continue. Inan hadn't called himself happy in a long time; content would have been a more fitting word, but as his nimble fingers braided three different coloured strings together, he settled into the new feeling gladly. Happiness suited a person, maybe this was what he was owed.
One thing about Connor Lang was that he was going to fall asleep anywhere. It could've been on public transportation, in a restaurant or on the floor. Where he slept didn't much matter to him considering how long he had been running. When he had to fend for himself since he was a teenager, he had learned to get used to not being comfortable. Ever since he'd gotten to Rome though, it felt like he didn't have to worry about that. The lycan wasn't sure where he would've been if he hadn't run into Inan, but he didn't think he needed to think on that any longer than a second. His entire life had been fixed on what if's. Doing that now when life was looking up for him for the first time in years would only drag him down.
In the midst of his very vivid dream that involved Inan and him in several different positions, his own snoring woke him up. Halani jumped up with him out of shock so he just rested his hand on their little head to calm them down. "Shit, sorry." Couch. He was on the couch. As he tried to rub sleep out of his eyes, he turned his head to see his favorite person there and he damn near jumped out of his skin because he simply hadn't been expecting it. "Fuck." A hand went to his chest. "Have you been sitting there the whole time?" His eyes widened slightly. "How loud was I? Scale of one to ten." Halani rested their head back on his lap as he went back to rubbing his eyes. Then he moved his hand to rest at the back of Inan's head. "From the bottom of my heart...my bad."
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@warderinan invited connor to live with him in the fey forest (a horse kicked him in the face the first time he came over). connor had nowhere else to go so he stayed and has helped out as much as possible. he's good with his hands.