Connor Pierce (texaspierce) wrote in weddedto_sonora, @ 2011-01-13 13:44:00 |
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Current mood: | frustrated |
It Gets Worse
Feeling increasingly frustrated when even flipping back through the copy of Five Minute Feasts he hadn’t touched since Caroline’s last birthday failed to reveal what he was looking for, Connor resigned himself to needing assistance and headed back toward the bedroom in search of his wife.
He’d had been a little surprised by it at first, but Caroline still got up early to fix breakfast nearly every morning, even though she now had to get to work, too, and thus could have made a fair case for splitting that particular duty. He’d offered to at least get the coffee a few times, but she’d waved the assistance off, saying she liked taking care of him. The result, though, was that she was always slightly behind in being ready to leave the house. If not for this, he would have already been fully dressed and out the door, but she was moving along on schedule.
“Hey, Carl,” he said, looking for his shoes at the same time. They’d both been sick since that wedding, him with his headaches for some reason and her with just enough of a case of the flu to justify staying home to look after him, so while they still didn’t really have enough to make a huge mess, everything was out of place somehow. That was why he wasn’t – quite – ready to lose his head yet. He was at home, and even if he went far enough out to assume someone was fooling with his memories, he was married to an Obliviator, with whom he shared said home. To do anything to his head, they'd also probably have to do something to hers, and he was pretty sure she was qualified to notice that kind of thing by now. “Have you seen my wand?”