[Connor keeps building the tension with each word uttered, a rather tortuous introduction to whatever overall point he’s going to eventually make. Eyes steady, back a little straighter than normal, as if his body knows that it has to prepare itself for whatever news might come his way. Connor’s past, his future. Hearing the anxiety rumbling beneath each syllable, his bleeding heart wishes to offer comfort without even knowing what’s going to be said — a want to prepare them both, maybe, for this new revelation about to be set upon him.
But nothing would have been enough to ready him for the slow, cold crawl up his spine when Connor mentions a military raid. Like unpleasant fingers tracing up his skin. A raid on their safe haven, where countless refugees came to be with others like themselves, to be safe. To call it home — Markus had called it home, too; it was all he knew, after the murder of his old life.
He doesn’t say anything for a moment, remaining unmoving. But Connor would be observant enough to catch the line of his mouth thinning, a muscle jumping treacherously across his jawline.]
What happened?
[He needs to know what happened, and he asks, yet an unhelpful part of his mind ever supplies the answer in words declared long, long before his own time.
When the trumpets sounded, the army shouted, and at the sound of the trumpet, when the men gave a loud shout, the wall collapsed; so everyone charged straight in, and they took the city. They devoted the city to the Lord and destroyed with the sword every living thing in it…]
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But nothing would have been enough to ready him for the slow, cold crawl up his spine when Connor mentions a military raid. Like unpleasant fingers tracing up his skin. A raid on their safe haven, where countless refugees came to be with others like themselves, to be safe. To call it home — Markus had called it home, too; it was all he knew, after the murder of his old life.
He doesn’t say anything for a moment, remaining unmoving. But Connor would be observant enough to catch the line of his mouth thinning, a muscle jumping treacherously across his jawline.]
What happened?
[He needs to know what happened, and he asks, yet an unhelpful part of his mind ever supplies the answer in words declared long, long before his own time.
When the trumpets sounded, the army shouted, and at the sound of the trumpet, when the men gave a loud shout, the wall collapsed; so everyone charged straight in, and they took the city. They devoted the city to the Lord and destroyed with the sword every living thing in it…]