There was a split moment to think.

[mohawk_tomahawk]

It was another day just like how it has been. Connor did his rounds in the town and his job on campus, not in that order.

He was probably going for a few days, hardly speaking to people and it wasn't really on his own volition. When he was at work, he was like a locomotive, he would be running and trying to accomplish what he could with any amount of energy he had. Whatever time he had to rest, it was to assess what had been done and what should be done next.

Research, and what not.

These times were bad, the very town up in arms about the insects and the horrifying rip in the sky.

It was like a nightmare, a nightmare that decided to be real.

Connor had just returned to his dorm, a place he actually wasn't in much these days. He was covered in remnants of the shadow bugs, as he was fending them off from harming citizens.

He remembered his discussions with people, and he had tried to send off citizens to safety. He was trying very hard.

So what next? What could he do now? He had not heard from that mysterious man yet about the bombs, but surely whenever he was ready, he would be back in action to find action. This was the sort of thing you had to be ready for; those were bombs.

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He unlocked his door to the dorm only to find it empty, which was okay. Desmond was surely busy too.

He decided he was to wash his face, suddenly feeling tired. The many days of working were finally getting to him, and he felt that it hit him hard. He turned on the faucet to splash the cold water on, and it felt a little better. Now he got a better look though, and he truly looked tired. Perhaps he needed to get his robes cleaned and go find something to eat. He needed to rejuvenate somehow.

It was already late evening, what else could happen?

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[heartofarapier]

So that was how it was going to be. She could live with it, even if it was only temporary, which her mind had convinced her would be the case.

Take what it is we have now and think not on tomorrow, for thinking will end our joy.

It wasn't a very regal way to approach the situation, but it was the only way she could think to handle it. She saw what an excess of thought did, and he did as well. Neither of them liked it much. Sometimes it was permissible to ignore the rest of the world and indulge in one another. For as selfless as both of them were, it'd seemed that every once in a while they could agree that it was acceptable to indulge in one another.

And he was thrilling to indulge in, even if she couldn't say it. (And even if she was capable of it, she wouldn't have.)

He could have kissed her until her head felt light. She let him, even. And right about the time where she was pleasantly dizzy, as if the world couldn't stop spinning, she freed herself. At least her mouth, but settled for brushing the tip of her nose over his cheek and against his jawline. Soft kisses followed, created a trail against the length of his neck. Fingertips twitched and after many moments of hesitance, trickled over him tentatively.

I don't think you necessarily understand the implication of these intimate feelings, Connor. But maybe that's for the best.

After all, if he truly thought about it, he'd end up being the one to destroy their joy. They couldn't have that.