《solangelo smut》connors b-day (non smut)
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"connor.." a short girl whispered. annabelle, connor strolls co worker. it was a bit odd how attached she was to him but neither minded. she was 20, fresh out of highschool and a demigod as well. she never admitted who her godly parent was tho. and he, was turning 27 tommorrow.
"if..um..if i pay you 30 bucks. will you come over tonight? i..i just want to watch a movie honestly. i swear. and ill order us take out for dinner. whatever you want." she partially begged the older man. connor studied her a bit, confused. she never asked anyone to hang with her or even talked to anyone much. she had shoulder length wavy black hair and brown sad eyes framed by glasses. bags under her eyes, and she was a bit heavy in the mid section. tho connor couldnt deny her thick thighs and strong wide shoulders were nice. a warriors body.
"um..sure? i think we get out around the same time?" connor hummed, frowning a bit in confusion. annabelle nodded in thanks and quietly went back to the dishes she had been doing as he slipped music on and went back on boards.
once out annabelle waited in the back for connor. who came shortly after. "um..thanks for tagging along." annabelle mumbled, rubbing her arm. a tattoo across it reading alya nuioeos in greek along with other self and pokes along it. around her ring finger was thyovl. she said it was pan, god of the wild. middle had a crown, aka the royal flip off. a smiling face between her index and thumb. paw prints, band aid and an unfinished something around her thumb and hand. a heart with colors, pink yellow and blue, with numbers and something else. a yin yang and a flower with a sun.
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"no problem..i heard you just got a new apartment, wanting to show it off kid." connor teased, nudging her lightly as they walked up the path. annabelle laughed softly, giving that cute smile connor liked, reminded him of nico when they hung out. "nah..eh..kinda i guess? i just..dont want to be alone tonight." annabelle quietly whispered. connor nodding softly. "something going on? you know ill understand..demigod to demigod." connor cooed softly, trying to be friendly. annabelle shrugged. "just..stress." she mumbled.
"annabelle." connor whined softly, willingly going into the apartment. it was honestly nice, tho looked unfinished.
the living room was basically the bedroom it looked. a couple very large bean bags smooshed together with blankets and pillows everywhere. tv on a stand next to it and minifridge at the head? he guessed, of the pile.
"sorry bout this..um..i dont really have stuff yet. go ahead and sit down. ill pull up my lap top to order. juice?" annabelle asked as she got settled. bag of work shoes thrown, shirt off, lucky tink top was underneath. she pulled out a couple of juices as connor settled into a bean bag. pushing blankets and stuff off and refluffing it.
"it cool to putr on a movie?" he softly asked to noticing the roku. annabelle instantly nodded and gave him a drink. "get comfy. i dont mind. imma change real quick..do you want sweats for now? chill out.." annabelle akwardly asked, connor smiling. "better then being naked i guess. i hate jeans." he smoothly hummed, annabelle relaxing. he slipped on a netflix show as she got dressed and came out with sweats. which he changed into in the bathroom. chilling.
the two settled on the same bean bag chair, connor insistening it was ok and demanding cuddles, feeling something was off and she wasnt ok. annabelle basically melted onto his bare chest, curling in and tucking in needingly for the physical affection as connor pulled her. rubbing her back and smoothing out her hair. niether moving to even order food. after a few connor felt wetness on his chest, looking down at the girl.
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"you ok?" he whispered. annabelle nodded softly. "um..if i fall asleep you can leave..i dont want to force you to stay.." she whispered. connor nodding gently. "its ok..i dont mind. nothings at hime waiting for me. id just be like this alone at home." connor chuckled lightly, feeling his heart beat faster as he felt the energy of the room swirling and changing. something was heavily wrong,, she looked pale, flushed, was she sick? she didnt have a fever..connor tried to stay calm as he felt them start to melt and go limp until he felt the familer feeling of coldness...the one he felt at war..all those lives. panic rose in him faster and faster as he held her tighter. scared to move or distrub her. whispering to himslef she was just asleep and she wasnt hurt. after hours of endless shows on netflix and connor trying to not panic and cry he finally looked down. she looked peaceful..pale..
..dead..
connor kissed her head softly and gently moved to check her pulse, shaking. the sun rising and time reading 2:54..his birthday had started with someone he considered a friend, dying.
"shit..if i knew annie..if i only knew..didnt have to go out like this." connor whispered, laying her down on the floor gently and remaking what he assumed was her bed. laying her in and tucking her in with her monkey stuffed animal. "i wont let you go.." he growled softly. waiting calmly until hermes showed up.
"you arent taking he-" connor jumped to hermes chuckling. "kiddo, hey. not here for their soul." hermes sat down next to connor who looked tired and confused. "happy birthday." he hummed, holding out a bundle. "hes ok. give it a week and theyll be back ok? for now, take care of this little one. here, in this place. its all paid for and i have movers coming in a few hours. no charge from you." hermes hummed softly, slipping a small bundle into his arms, looking down connor tensed to a baby, looked maybe three hours old and was so little.
"dad?!" he whispered in panic.
"relax relax..ok..ill explain in a few, ok? just. breath." Hermes whispered fatherly, helping connor relax.
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