Ficlet: How I Spent My Summer
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still_grrrTitle: How I Spent My Summer
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aurey09
Rating: pg.
Word Count: 275
Prompt: New Season (001)
Character: Connor
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aurey09 Rating: pg.
Word Count: 275
Prompt: New Season (001)
Character: Connor
Connor didn’t know what he had expected out of the Summer in LA. Living in Quor-toth, he’d never noticed seasons before. There was no calendars in Hell dimensions and the weather had never changed from anything other than it’s unceasing heat.
Holtz had tried to attach days and months to the strange world but had given up in the end. But he had spoken of seasons and years to Connor, and how these were celebrated by mankind. There were birthdays, new year’s eves and something called May day, which to his understanding involved a poll, coloured ribbons and dancing. It had made little sense to him then, because the largest unit of time he concerned himself with were days.
Connor had found himself over the Summer becoming interested in the passage of time, now that he had it to spare, no longer being obliged to hunt. He wondered what the weather was like in England, where Holtz was born but Utah was his main focus of inquiry. Holtz had intended him to grow up there on a ranch. He had thought about asking Fred to use her computer to find out what it was like there at this time of year but he hadn’t. He couldn’t be certain that it wouldn’t cause them to have suspicions about him.
When Summer drew to an end, he noticed Gunn and Fred's hope begin to fade. It been three months since Angel’s disappearance and they were still no closer to finding him. Connor secretly celebrated this fact, a whole season had passed and Angel was still down there. It was still his turn to be in hell.
Holtz had tried to attach days and months to the strange world but had given up in the end. But he had spoken of seasons and years to Connor, and how these were celebrated by mankind. There were birthdays, new year’s eves and something called May day, which to his understanding involved a poll, coloured ribbons and dancing. It had made little sense to him then, because the largest unit of time he concerned himself with were days.
Connor had found himself over the Summer becoming interested in the passage of time, now that he had it to spare, no longer being obliged to hunt. He wondered what the weather was like in England, where Holtz was born but Utah was his main focus of inquiry. Holtz had intended him to grow up there on a ranch. He had thought about asking Fred to use her computer to find out what it was like there at this time of year but he hadn’t. He couldn’t be certain that it wouldn’t cause them to have suspicions about him.
When Summer drew to an end, he noticed Gunn and Fred's hope begin to fade. It been three months since Angel’s disappearance and they were still no closer to finding him. Connor secretly celebrated this fact, a whole season had passed and Angel was still down there. It was still his turn to be in hell.
