Dr. Connerie

Werewolves, Vampires, Aliens and now this?

“Oh my...Are you alright? You want to lie down?”

How many years has it been since the world ended? He’s starting to lose count. Problems of his own making are coming to a head. And the world just wasn’t ready for the truth. How could he tell them that Humanity didn’t exists anymore...How many more years before more and more hybrids came to fruition? They were all hybrids after all, but grand children of the first hybrids...Now they were the ones Shamus was worried about. As they were the ones with powers. 

It’s not that he needed to cure them, it’s just that he’s been lying about how they survived for...Almost 100 years now. 

Shamus sits on the rooftop, smoking a cigarette, looking to the stars. His eyes heavy from lack of sleep. He hears someone else come up to the roof. Taking a drag before turning his head to see who it was. Then he looks back to the stars. As if the answers were hidden up there...Sometimes they were. 

“What’s that old phrase…. I read it a lifetime ago….” Her face frowning in thought as she tried to find the words that she had read a long time ago. “Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgement that something is more important than fear….”

“Shamus, I’m afraid all the time. We all are, but I try to find something else to hold on to otherwise……all I have is fear, and anger and pain.”

Shamus nods his head, but he knows he doesn’t find much joy in life. He lives because he feels he must. As if humanity would die without him. he lives out of a duty of care. Or at least, that's what he tells himself. 

“And what do you hold onto?...What's your happy thought?” 

“Shakspeare…. my favorite.” she offered with a smile. Not that she needed to read his play or sonnets she’d done so so many times before but sometimes it was nice to fade deep into the past. 

“You have a right to your anger Shamus… within reason.” 

“How do you do it Wendy?...Stay so optimistic?”

Shamus asks curiously. He has always struggled with optimism. Only relying on the facts. But life wasn’t just numbers and facts and logic. Most of it was illogical, and that was so hard for Shamus to grasp. 

I don’t mean what I said. 

“Yes you do…..” Wendy softly answers looking up from her book. “You rarely don’t mean what you say.” 

“Cruelty is a gift man gave himself.” 

Shamus looks to Wendy and lets out a bit of a sigh, before coming near to sit by her. 

“Never the less..I shouldn’t of said it..There’s enough cruelty in the world..My anger at is doesn’t help.”

Patting her foot gently he sighs and looks off for a moment before back to her. 

“You know, the more I think about it, the more i wish I had don't nothing, and just let humanity die out.”

Shamus gives a shrug. 

“What good are we anyways? Not a lot.”

But, what’s done is done, and he’s not planning on killing off humanity yet. 

“Ungrateful for their lives, selfish, rude, cruel and stupid.”

Finishing taking off his tie he then rubs at the back of his neck and tries to remember the good. 

Shamus looks to the other with a bit of worry. But he was worried about his own hide. 

Walter remained silent. In short, he didn’t agree, and he didn’t want to argue. He believed that violence had its uses; he’d been through righteous situations where the only language possible of being heard was physical, and it all turned out for the better in the end. He didn’t however, condone violence for its own sake: something he felt he might be mistaken for advocating if he spoke his thoughts. He hummed in consideration and saved the words for another time when they weren’t gearing up to hit each other in the faces.

            He watched and listened to Thaddeus with the amusement of a parent witnessing their very sweet and overzealous child. “All right, if you say so. Just let me know if you don’t understand or if I overdo it, all right?

“First, you’re going to want to have a proper stance. Round your shoulders and bend your knees, like this.” He faced away from the man so they were parallel to each other and gave him an example of what he meant, fists held in front of him. “You want to be sturdy and balanced, so you can’t get knocked down so easily. When you’re first staring out, if you ever fight anyone else, they’re going to be more experienced than you… so focusing on defense is a good idea. Do you think you have it?”

Regardless of the man’s answer just after, he gave a hard shove to one shoulder meant to send him to the ground.

Thaddeus tries to copy the others movements. His stance just like Walters. but without the knowledge of how to keep from falling over. When the other gives him a hard shove, Thaddeus falls back on his ass with a hard thud. And the look of shock is on his face. He had did what he was told to do?! And Yet he was now looking up to Walter from the ground? How!?

Well, having noodle legs and arms was how. He was no fighter, he was a product of quarantined survival. Like living in a vault. Shamus had provided so much for everyone. But these skills, these fighting skills..Were just not natural to Thaddeus. 

He lets out a surprised chortle and his ass hurts for a multitude of reasons. As if he’d ever be able to take down Lawrence, or anything. But it would be nice to try and show him that he wasn’t SUCHHHHHH a pushover..Literally. 

“W-What did I do wrong?” He asks in a confused laugh, still looking very confused on how he was pushed over so quickly. He manages to get ot his feet and then puts up the stance again. This time tensing his body a bit. It was a natural instinct this time. Now that he’s been pushed over, his body is trying to prepare for the next push. 

Ohh, ice skating, Walter felt, was a lovely first date. Adventurous and involved, plenty of opportunity to be close but not too intimate, and if the other man was unskilled it was a chance for Thaddeus to show a bit of expertise and confidence whilst in new territory. He had to admit, he couldn’t help but live a little bit vicariously with this whole ordeal, and felt like a teenager gabbing to his bestie over the phone.

“You’ll be hard pressed to find a ‘steak house’ around here. There are some American-style diners in northern London if you’re keen, though,” he offered, thinking that Thaddeus’s culture could actually be a good point of interest in presumption that the lover man was local. “Ice skating seems fun, though. Did he have fun, even though he wasn’t good? Maybe you should do something else like that.”

Thaddeus doesn’t get to leave Conco very often. Especially since his current lover also works there. But when Ice Skating was offered it was very humorous to find out that Lawrence can not balance on two thin blades. Apparently in all his years, he had avoided the sport. But Thaddeus now sort of wishes to take him again. It’s not often he gets to teach Lawrence anything. 

“He was a mess, he couldn’t stand, he wobbled like a new born foul. I laughed with and at him, and he cursed my name and swore to kill me. But I felt no threat when he was just..A heap of sliding mass on the ice.” Thaddeus chuckles. 

“It’s so sad, and I look back on my first marriage and now understand why she left. I was, entirely boring. All I ever did was work and come home and then sleep until. I had to work again. We never left. I never took her out or did..Anything..It was entirely fair for her to leave me. I think she is much happier now anyways..But now, with Lawrence..I don’t know..He doesn’t really need much either. A steakhouse is very american, but I’ve heard some good things from other doctors. Granted, I enjoy toad in the hole and anything with Mash on occasion. But Lawrence is..well. He likes his meat pretty bloody. He’s a carnivore that man..”

Thaddeus can not tell the other that Lawrence was a vampire. He was sworn to secrecy about the knowledge of their kind in general. But damn did he wanna tell his friend so badly. Show him just what really was lying under the sewers of London. 

“I don’t know, what do you think? Should I take him to an American style steakhouse? Or try something more traditional?”

“Well, he likes..Um.”

Blood, primarily. Why did he have to go and find an attractive man, and then that man had to be a vampire? Granted it wasn’t the worst thing in the world. But Lawrence always seemed to know so much more than Thaddeus. When he was nervous, or lying. It wasn’t always fair. But Thaddeus did really like him. 

“He likes more quiet things, you know. I think a bar might not be the right mood. Maybe a stake house?..” 

Thaddeus frowns a bit. He already hasn’t dated in thirty years nearly. And now his current lover, really doesn’t need the everyday entertainment.