Log:Siobhan's Secret

2020/10/12 Radical|Connor Grimm 1

It's been about a week since the Vurig concert. Between classes for both Grimm and Connor, and Grimm feeling she was neglecting Jack, she put off this meeting. Not wanting to fess up to it was also a deciding factor on finding ways to delay, but she didn't want to leave it too long. It's Monday evening, and Grimm texted Connor earlier in the day if they could meet up when he was free at this place for a chat. Maybe some magic practice and tea, too.

Connor texts her back that he'll be home in the evening...so any time works.

It's a little after 7 pm when Grimm arrives and knocks on his door. She could easily teleport to him directly, but she's respectful of his privacy. The sun is low in the sky but it's still light out. With the fall weather, she's back to wearing a t-shirt, jeans, and leather jacket, though now she's got a dusty purple jersey scarf wrapped around her neck.

Connor opens the door nad smiles when he sees Grimm, "Hey there. Come on in." He lets her inside and he closes the door.

"Hey, Connor. How's it going?" Grimm asks as she steps in, smiling.

Connor smiles. "I'm doing pretty well. I was just relaxing and doing some reading." He snaps his fingers, "Did you want something to drink?"

Grimm smiles. "Sure, a drink sounds great. What're you offering? And what're you reading?"

Connor smiles. "Just some sci-fi. Time travel story." He smiles. "Well, I could make tea. Or I can pull out the scotch."

Grimm chuckles at that. "You could probably write some nonfiction on that." She thinks about the topic she has to bring up. "Uhhh. How about the scotch?" she smiles. That may ease the blow.

Connor smiles. "Sure." He goes to grab a couple of glasses, with a single ice cube for each. He pours some scotch in both glasses, and offers Grimm hers. He then takes a seat in the living room. "So, was there a particular reason for the visit? Or just catching up?"

Grimm accepts the drink and takes a seat. "Well, a bit catching up after being business. There was ...something I wanted to talk about. I wish I had done it sooner, but...well. School and stuff kept me busy."

Connor raises a brow and sips his drink. "Okay."

Grimm takes a sip, then chews on her lower lip a little after. The liquid courage helps. "So about the Vurig show. Before things turned to business. The lead singer of the band was using some ability to sway the whole audience. Myself including. I'm...pretty sure what's why you were dancing along with the rest. It was only during the intro song."

Connor takes another sip of hsi drink. "When you say...some kind of ability, what do you mean exactly?"

Grimm almost finds that calm demeanor and questioning more worrying than him blowing up. "Meaning...not magic or supernatural in origin. Psychic, though. I'd guess she's a metahuman."

Connor frowns. "Hrm. I'll talk to Rira about her, I guess. No harm was done...I think. But that's a slippery slope."

Grimm nods, still chewing on her lip. "All it seems to do was make everyone relax and feel happy. Maybe a bit less inhibited. It was impressive enough to effect the whole room. Me included. I...should've said something as soon as I was free from her influence, but you seemed like you were having such a good time, even if it was a bit...artificial. I...I didn't want to spoil that," she admits guiltily.

Connor looks at Grimm for a long moment. Finally he smiles slightly. "Alright. Fair enough. I appreciate that. I did have a good time, after all."

Grimm faintly squirms beneath that gaze, that long moment feeling even longer. Her eyes widen a little in fear of a reprimand. Sometimes he still feels like the teacher and her the student about to get told off for grades or falling asleep.

She lets out a sigh of relief and visibly sinks into her seat when he pardons her. "If it was harming you and I wasn't being affected too, I'd do what I could to break you free of any influence. I wasn't exactly thinking straight, either. I'm glad you had a good time." She takes a long pull of her scotch and cringes at the burn. It's a good burn, though. She just took too big a gulp for her nerves. "I should've told you sooner, though."

Connor nods, "Well...I appreciate you telling me at all. You could have just let it slide, but you let me know. Not everyone woudl have done that."

"Of course I'd let you know. I know how you feel about...y'know. It's why I only link with your mind with your permission. And you're family. If they were doing something to hurt you, I would've put a stop to it as soon as I could," Gabrielle explains. She takes a breath and thinks. "If it happens again...even if it's something nice like making you feel happy...would you want me to break the illusion on you?" she asks uncertainly.

Connor swirls his glass slowly as he thinks about it. "No. You can use your judgement. Just let me know afterward."

Grimm smiles weakly. "It's my judgement I worry about. I'll try my best to do what seems right. And I'll let you know. Sooner than later, next time," she promises.

Connor smiles. "I dont' worry about your judgement. Seriously."

Grimm chuckles and relaxes more. It's pretty evident she was worried--maybe even afraid--he'd be upset. "Well, it was nice seeing you happy and having fun. And you looked fine on the dance floor. So how did things go with Mari after? Did you end up meeting up with her?"

Grimm playfully makes it obvious as she leans a bit to the side that she's checking his neck for bite marks. Even though she's seen him in passing on campus during the week in daylight. She grins as she does so.

Connor nods. "Oh...umm...yeah. We got together to talk." He pauses and swirls his glass again. "She figured out I was Radical. So we talked a bit about that. And cleared the air. I also helped her go see the stars out int eh countryside at night. We went through my sanctum to do so."

"Oh wow. You trusted her to see your sanctum? How did she figure out it was you?" Gabrielle asks.

Connor shakes his head, "Smell, I think. At least that's my guess. She breathed really deeply when she confirmed her suspicions."

Grimm raises a brow and grins. "Ohhh. That makes sense. They're supposed to have keen senses and all."

Connor nods. "She's likely to have to change identities since the hunters know who she is. But she'll be giving me her contact info."

Grimm nods softly at that. "Speaking of identities...do you think yours is safe with her?"

Connor shrugs. "I'm not sure. But I did save her life. So...that must count for something? The more I think about it, I think it's safe with her, based on the conversation."

Grimm nods and trusts Connor's judgement on that, not pushing him too much. "Well, that's good, then. No need for you to change identities, too," she chuckles.

Connor chuckles. "That's good. I'd have a hard time coming up with something else to do for work."

"Well, there could always be a new professor called Donnor Curan," Grimm laughs.