one more try || CONNOR

[asher selwyn]

It was late. Asher's eyes flipped to the clock that was above the bar and he sighed softly to himself. Being twenty-one had its perks, but he had honestly been getting in and out of bars since he had started college. It wasn't that difficult when you had a fake id. But that was beside the point. He never made a habit of staying at a bar until last call unless he was with his friends, and he had just stopped here after having nothing else to do. He had gotten settled into his small apartment because it was all that he could afford at the time being. He didn't want his brothers to find him just yet. He wanted to get a bit of a reputation established before he decided to find them. Of course he knew where they were but he wasn't going to get involved in that yet. He didn't want them to think that he was running to them for support or financial means. He had enough money to support himself and that was all that mattered. Now he was just looking for a full time job. He needed to do something with himself or he'd never make it through his days in the place.

It was rather boring, so that was why he had taken to bar hopping recently. But he was done with this bar tonight. Paying his tab, which only included about four beers, he thanked the bar tender and then grabbed his jacket. Pulling the north face zip up on over his sweater, he stepped out of the bar, shoving his hands in his pockets as he went along. He didn't want to be caught unaware by anyone because of course he hadn't been that intelligent with his choice of bar. He was in the slums of Sapphire Bay, which was a horrible place for someone of his status. He wasn't well known enough to be considered a potential threat, but he shouldn't have been here. Sighing to himself, he hurried along, his long legs covering the distance that he wanted to cover. He wasn't afraid because he knew he could handle himself, but he certainly was uneasy about being on the streets this late. It was midnight, and it was only getting darker and darker. The streetlights seemed to be burnt out as well which was just perfect. This stupid city couldn't even pay for new streetlights. Mumbling underneath his breath, he suddenly heard movement behind him and dread filled him. Great. He didn't want to fight tonight but if someone thought they were going to jack his wallet they had another thing coming to them. Stopping in his tracks, for he was never one to run from a right, he turned on his heel and caught a group of guys lurking int he shadows.

Narrowing his eyes, he spoke up quickly. "Can I help you guys with something?" His question was short and filled with anger, and he watched as the ring leader of the group came closer to him. "We just thought that someone like you could help us out, huh?" Asher looked at him for a moment, his blue green eyes sizing him up. In another instant, the man was on the ground, for Asher had thrown a sucker punch straight to his face. But the guys lackies were on him in seconds, and Asher was doing his best to fight off the four of them. If it was a fairer fight he would have been fine. But with four, and now five guys against him, Asher could only do his best to remain on his feet. He knew that if he fell it would be over, so he struggled to remain upright even as punch after punch was thrown his way. Getting whacked in the face, he felt something in his nose pop, and the blood flow followed quickly after that. He was then punched in the gut and he doubled over slightly, but he used this lower position to his advantage. He rushed forward, catching one guy with his shoulder in his chest. The guy went down and Asher crashed down on top of him, using his knees to pin his arms down. His fists flew then, and Asher started at his face, punching hard and fast. He felt hands enclose around his upper arms though, and he was yanked roughly up from the man who he had knocked out.

When he was forcefully turned around, he was about to throw another punch when he realized he was looking at the uniform of a cop. Dread filled him and he stood straighter, even as the officer held tightly to his bicep. "Wonderful evening, isn't it officers?" The officers didn't appreciate his humor and after reading him his rights they tossed him into the cop car after grabbing the men that hadn't been able to run at the time. Asher was in hand cuffs and not happy. He knew that he could only get out of jail one way. As he was thrown into a cell he sighed in frustration and then was given his one phone call. Asher dialed the familiar number and spoke up. "Hi Connor, it's Asher. You're not going to believe this, but I'm in Sapphire Bay. And their jails are really nice and accommodating. However, if you could, oh I dunno...bail me out it'd be much appreciated. Thanks Connor." He hung up the phone and then was ushered back to his cell. He wasn't even given anything to clean up his face so he knew he looked like a mess. His right eye hurt as much as his nose did, and there was fresh and dried blood all over him and his knuckles. This was just great. Connor was going to be pissed.

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[CONNOR SELWYN]

rolling off the girl as he finished, connor took a deep breath and released it loudly. he was exhausted, but it was a good feeling. he'd been so horny over the past few weeks, he'd thought he was going to go insane. thankfully, there were plenty of slutty girls hanging around the base, practically begging him to get in their pants, and he'd been able to choose one of the better looking ones to release his tensions on. he'd been rough with her because he wanted to, and he'd dare her to test his patience by asking him to be gentle. he was naturally violent in many ways, and sometimes that tendency came across in the bedroom. at his side, the girl was panting, but she'd obviously enjoyed herself. he may be an asshole in his personal and public life, but he was an animal in the sack. she turned her head, her black curls falling away from her attractive face, and she pulled herself up to run a tanned finger down his bare chest. offering her a small smile, he tucked her black hair behind one of her ears and then put a finger over her lips to silence her before she opened her mouth to speak. lifting his head slightly, he kissed her jaw and then her lips, and he felt her smile against him. sure, he was misleading her, making her think that by kissing him after their fuck, she was actually going to become his old lady or some nonsense like that, but he didn't care. he enjoyed playing with the minds of the bimbos who lounged around for this purpose. she was his plaything, just like any of the others out there would be if he chose them, and in his mind, she deserved to be toyed with. it was part of her duty as a 'call girl', to be easily seduced with disillusions of grandeur when she'd never be more than a standby if his dick got lonely.

rolling her over onto her back, he ran his fingers down the length of her and was prepared to push his tiredness aside for another go at it when his bedside phone rang. growling, he rolled off of her and grabbed it; it was the line he only got important calls on, hence its position at his bedside. yanking the phone off of its holster, he growled into it, "this better be pretty fucking good." as he heard his little brother's voice coming through the phone, he refrained from screaming at him as he listened to the explanation, Hi Connor, it's Asher. You're not going to believe this, but I'm in Sapphire Bay. And their jails are really nice and accommodating. However, if you could, oh I dunno...bail me out it'd be much appreciated. Thanks Connor. asher was wise to hang up before connor could bitch him out on the phone. the little prick knew him well.

connor had always had a soft spot in his heart for asher although he'd never admitted it or shown his younger brother as such. something about the youngest selwyn reminded him of himself, and he liked him for it. unlike lennox, who was quite possibly a fruitcake and enjoyed singing to himself in the shower, asher seemed to have a bit of gumption in him. granted, he'd never been much growing up because of the leukemia he'd gotten at a young age, but connor knew he had the heart for 'the life' in him. he'd just always seen him as his sickly, baby brother who'd probably grow up one day. it had been a while since he'd seen the young man who had been living in new orleans with their motherly, hardheaded sister kahlan, but now, apparently, he was in sapphire bay? why the hell he'd shown up here, connor hadn't the slightest clue. hanging up the phone, actually relieved he didn't have to go through that whiney, after-sex deal that was inevitable with a one night stand, he slid out of the bed and gathered his boxers, pulling them on while he searched through the dimly lit room for something to wear on his trip to the police station at midnight.

"what is it, baby?" asked the girl, who he noticed had a distinctly romanian sounding accent. "first off," connor responded as he dug into one of his dresser drawers for a flannel shirt, "i'm not, nor ever will be, your baby. and secondly, you can go now." he smiled a sardonic smile at her offended expression, and then pulled his jacket on over his muscular arms, zipped it with the collar laying open, and pulled on a pair of his faded black jeans as the girl hustled out of the bed and found her clothes, tears running down her face. as he finished dressing, he walked over to her, took her chin in his hand and looked into her eyes. "now, now. your disillusioned view of this whole situation should really be reviewed. you were a mediocre lay, but really, you could use a little work." the girl's pained, offended expression only amused him, and he smiled as he pushed her out of the bedroom wrapped in a sheet, holding her clothes in her hand. "if you need someone to talk to about your feelings, i'm sure lennox could help you. he's in touch with his feminine side." he heard lennox mutter something from the couch in the living room that was almost directly off of connor's bedroom, and he could imagine his younger brother rolling his eyes. the thought brought a smile to his face as he shoved the girl in that direction and turned to walk to the exit of the expansive house. "it's either that, or accompanying me to pick up mini-me!" connor called back to lennox as he walked to the door. chuckling to himself, knowing lennox was writhing in his hatred for him, connor exited the house and chose the most subtle car in his fleet to drive to the station. he waved away one of the drivers who begged him to allow the man to drive, with a scoffing insult and a reminder that he wasn't handicapped and was perfectly adept at driving himself.

the trip to the station took him little time due to the majority of country roads where he could speed at unsafe speeds until the reached the outskirts of the town. as he pulled up and parked in front of the station, he smiled darkly to himself. how ironic that the leader of the irish mafia was walking right into the police station and not a one of the overweight donut-snoggers had a clue who he was. walking up to the front desk, he offered the portly policewoman behind the desk he most genial smile as he leaned over on the high counter. "i'm here to pay the bail for an asher selwyn," he commented, waiting for her to pull up the information he needed. "regrettably, the bloody fink is my responsibility." the woman chuckled, told him the amount, and he - unwillingly - forked over the money.

standing in the lobby with his arms crossed over his chest as he waited for his youngest brother to come out so they could head back to connor's house, he should have been uneasy - being probably the worst criminal in town standing right in the center of the criminal justice hub - but he wasn't. instead he looked out into the dark night and wondered if there were any crumpets around the house. sex always made him hungry. before long, the sounds of doors opening caught his attention, and he turned to see asher being escorted out and released. glaring at the younger, albeit taller, man, connor allowed him to get close before he grabbed him by the head and shoved him out the door and into the night. "what the hell are you doing here? you know i don't appreciate $250 visits, asher," he snapped, yanking him by his jacket as they walked to the car. as they neared the vehicle, he grabbed his younger brother by the ear and glared at him. "and you know better than to show your arse like that. what were you thinking? now, not only does every cop in town know what you look like, but they know your name and that you're related to me." connor yanked his ear and shoved him down into the passenger seat of the car before walking hastily around and climbing in. as he revved the car, checking the rearview mirror for traffic he knew wouldn't exist at this time of night in this part of the small town, he was silent for a moment. once the darkness of the countryside had overtaken them, he stepped up the speed a bit, hurrying to get back to the mansion. "father taught you better than that. i taught you better than that. what were you thinking exactly?" he asked again, raising his eyebrows and glancing over at the younger man. although he was perturbed his evening of lounging around, screwing girls, and eating crumpets had been interrupted, he still had that soft spot in his heart for asher. in some ways, he saw himself, just as he saw parts of lennox and kahlan in the youngest selwyn. the parts of lennox he had, connor could do without, but asher was enough like him that he couldn't stay mad at his brother for very long.

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[asher selwyn]

He knew that he was going to be in for it when his brother finally got the station. He was putting his family in a bit of a tough spot because of who they were. His brother was the leader of the Irish mafia. If the cops here ever found out they'd be done for. Sighing to himself, he placed his elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands, ignoring the jeers and the insults from the men that were in the cells next to him. Rolling his eyes as he got another pretty boy comment, Asher wished that he could find that man when he got out of here and make him pay for his unnecessary and idiotic words. "Listen dick. Shut your mouth before I shut it for you." He snapped in irritation and then heard yet another insult from him. Grumbling in his anger, he got to his feet quickly and closed the distance between him and the other guy. Grabbing the guy's shirt collar through the bars, he yanked him forward, causing the man to whack his head against the irons. "I told you to shut up." He snapped angrily and threw the man with as much strength as he could muster from the awkward position he was in.

Shaking his head, he shot another look to his own cell mate who had been making comments as well. This was how he was like his older brother. Asher hated to be pushed around and he hated when people judged him for his clothes or his looks or anything of the sort. So he let people know his sentiments exactly. He didn't take crap from a lot of people. "You got something to say?" He questioned threateningly and just glared as the man muttered something. Asher had had enough of being the weak one throughout his entire childhood. He was tired of being treated like glass, and he was tired of being treated like he was going to die at any given moment. Did it mean nothing to anyone that he survived that cancer? Did it mean anything that he was alive now? He had been a fighter since the moment that he was born and it meant nothing. Especially to his father. And it seemed it meant nothing to Connor either, who Asher idolized. He would never admit that he looked up to him that much, but it was more than obvious. And still he was put down by all of them in their own separate, subtle or not so subtle ways. He was tired of being referred to as the cancer kid, or that sensitive Selwyn. He was just tired of it and he was lashing out in his recent years. He had trained himself without the help of the guidance of anyone. He didn't need it. He could teach himself well.

And he had. Asher was good with a gun and even better with a knife. He was the best at fist fighting except when it was five against one. No one could be good at that, no matter how good of a fighter they were. Sighing to himself now, he landed heavily on the bench and looked up as he heard his name being called. Asher Selwyn. He stepped up quickly, ignoring any further comments from anyone around. As the police officer came close, Asher caught a look at his nameplate. Dylan. He would have to remember that name. As he was pulled from his cell, the cop kept his hand firmly on Asher's upper arm. It didn't matter if he bolted now and Asher knew that it was just for precautionary measures. Whatever. He just wanted to get out of here. His blue green eyes looked up the hallway hopefully and he saw Connor standing there. Well didn't he look grumpy. Offering his eldest brother a grin, it was quickly erased and replaced with a small yelp of surprise when Connor grabbed him by the head and pushed him straight out the door. Stumbling slightly, he caught himself and was the regular smart alack that he'd become.

"I missed you too Connor!" He said easily enough, walking to the car that he recognized. As he asked him what he was doing and mentioned his lack of appreciation for the cost of this visit, Asher felt his jacket being yanked at. He stumbled again, not sure why Connor was manhandling him this time. "It's like living with Hitler with her Connor! I came here instead! I'll pay you back Con.." His words were cut off as his older brother grabbed him by the ear. Now, there was nothing gentle about Connor and Asher felt like his ear was going to be ripped off of his head at this moment. It didn't help that his face was aching, as was his head, and Connor's grabs and shoves were not helping. "Normally siblings hug after such a long time of being apart. This whole ear grabbing thing is not part of the reunion process." He said, showing his new spitfire ways. His spirit had never been broken, no matter how many times he had been pushed down by his illnesses and his miseries. He was still a fighter, like always. "Obviously I was thinking of the easiest way to piss you off." He said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. That was a trait he had inherited from Lennox and one that he'd forever take advantage of.

As Connor threw him into the car by his ear, Asher glared at his older brother and rubbed his ear. That had hurt. And his face was aching all over again, the blood still pouring from his broken nose. "Got any napkins? I'm gonna ruin your upholstery." He questioned innocently, holding his hands up to his nose to catch the blood. This was disgusting. Sighing to himself, he leaned back in the seat and buckled his seat belt, remembering how Connor used to drive. It was a good thing he did buckle. Then the question was thrown his way and Asher prickled almost instantly. His defense mechanism started up instantly and for the first time, he talked to his brother in a disrespectful way. Normally he wasn't very respectful, but it was always sarcasm. Now there was anger and even a bit of bitterness in there. "Actually Connor, neither you nor our father taught me anything. I was always the sick kid that neither of you wanted anything to do with. So I taught myself. And I'm not going to just sit there and let five guys try to beat the shit out of me without doing anything in return!" He started viciously, trying not to look pathetic as he sat in the seat holding his hands up to his nose as it bled. This was just great. It wasn't exactly the welcome home he had planned for.

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[CONNOR SELWYN]

the darkness of the countryside that stretched between town and the mansion where he lived with his retinue of soldiers, women, and lennox comforted him as they sped into that darkness. he'd always been a creature of darkness, as the saying went, and he preferred it over the harsh light of day. as asher complained about their sister kahlan, he almost smiled. he knew exactly what she was like, and asher wasn't far off the mark. she had it in her mind how things should be, and when situations didn't go that way, she didn't take it lightly. she was stubborn and independent, in many ways a self-made woman. connor had always adored his sister, and she knew it even though he'd never say it. she was the only female who could read him and knew that his hard outer shell merely hid much more underneath. kahlan knew he was heartless and ruthless, but she loved him unconditionally just as she loved all of her brothers. she had turned into their mother hen after their mother moved to ireland following their father's death, and kahlan didn't take her job lightly. she'd sicked lennox on him to keep him sane, and she'd apparently been keeping asher under her thumb as well. "she's not hitler," connor concluded, glancing over at his brother as he let his anger simmer for a brief moment, "she's worse: she's kahlan. and, yes, you will pay me back, little brother." although connor had plenty of cash to spend, he didn't take it well that he'd had to 'waste' 250 of his hard, albeit illegally, earned dollars to bail his brother out of jail. but what was worse was the attention it drew to their family. asher should know better.

"i'm not the hugging type, and you know it," he snapped as asher went into his usual mode of sarcasm that always peeved him off. connor was sarcastic, but it irritated him in others, and then there was the eye-roll. that was certainly something asher had picked up from lennox. "well, you did a good job of it, and don't roll your eyes at me. you look like a bitch when you do that." mocking him, he made a face and rolled his eyes like he was in agony. shaking his head, he stamped harder on the gas pedal in his irritation. his rage about his night being ruined was beginning to compound. when he got irate, it was never good, and it wasn't hard to make him very angry. his irish blood ran hot and fast. much like kahlan, he had a low tolerance for things not going according to plan.

"check the glove compartment, you ninny," he commanded as asher asked for napkins to clean his bloodied wounds. "try getting shot sometime. there aren't enough napkins in the world to soak that up." in his mind's eye, the scars littering his own body lit up with bright lights; he knew where each one was located and how it got there. the scar across his upper left arm was the most notable out of all of them, especially when he wore short sleeved shirts - which was seldom because he didn't like showing off the scar - and the memories behind it always gave him a foul taste in his mouth. that scar was where he'd been clipped by a bullet originally aimed at his heart. the night and every one of its details was burned into his mind, past the drunken haze he'd been in at the time. asher's voice, holding a tone of hurt and anger, cut through his thoughts once again and he raised his eyebrows. they hadn't? how could his father have left asher so.. helpless? connor had never been one to question his father's motives - he'd actually followed him rather blindly most of the time - but every once in a while, the image he'd formed for himself of his father was shattered. the great, goliath of a man he had in his mind had not been perfect, but he could never admit that to himself.

instead, he eased off the gas pedal and leaned forward in the seat, reaching into the back of his black pants. tucked into its hiding place was one of his many guns that he was in the habit of stowing in his clothing for easy access. the gun had its serial numbers stripped so it couldn't be traced if left behind, just like all of the weapons he carried. the only registered gun he'd ever owned was back in ireland, and it had been the hunting rifle his father had trained him to sniper shoot with. pulling the gun out of his belt, he handed it over to asher nonchalantly. "then we're going to have to give you a way to kill those bastards if they ever try to do it again, aren't we?" yes, he was a cutthroat, heartless asshole, and he knew it. but in his life, his line of work, it was live or die. shoot first, ask questions if they survive. connor didn't play games when it came to 'business' and 'war'.

"can you shoot at all?" he asked as the lights of the irish compound - the mansion surrounded by smaller houses about the size of a pool house where consorts and gunners lived, to pleasure and protect him respectively. the car slowed further as they approached the gates, admitted by an automated system that recognized his voice at the entrance. the road wound up the mountainside from there until they crested the peak and the full glory of the house and compound came into view. pulling into the massive seven car garage where his personal vehicles and a few military-grade vehicles were store, connor shut off the engine and climbed out, glancing back to see that asher was following him as he led into the house. "you'll stay with us as long as you're here. you can have the room down the hall from mine. just don't listen through the wall or i'll have to shoot you." he raised his eyebrows and smiled mischievously as they walked through the hallways leading to the main den and living area.

lennox lounged on the plush leather couch with the girl connor had slept with only an hour or so before sleeping with her head in his lap. connor raised an eyebrow and smirked at his younger brother as they entered the living room. "that's about as lucky as you'd ever get to a girl sucking your dick, eh, len?"

"shut your bloody fucking mouth, connor," lennox retorted, glancing over his shoulder at asher. "i'm assuming you arrived in town with a 'bang', ash?" he offered his little brother a small smile as he brushed the black-headed girl's hair back over her head. lennox and asher were the two younger siblings, and although lennox often saw how similar asher was to connor, and how much the younger man adored their older brother, lennox was close to him simply because of their ages. he'd been softer-hearted toward the sicker brother than connor ever had, and he'd seen how asher struggled probably more than any of their other siblings did. connor was correct that lennox had a softer heart than the rest of them, but he was dead wrong in his assumptions about lennox's sexuality. lennox just didn't feel the need to walk around shooting people to prove he was a man.

"i'm sure he can catch up with you later, fairy-face," connor mocked lennox who sighed audibly and shook his head, turning his attention to the flatscreen tv mounted on the wall over a large fireplace embedded in marble. connor chuckled to himself and headed for the room he'd deemed asher's as lennox glanced plaintively at his younger brother and shook his head. "it's good to see you, asher. it'll be nice to have someone other than that arse to be around."

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Because of Connor's comment, Asher was trapped back in his memories. He remembered how sick he had felt when he first started his chemotherapy. His mother had been petrified to even touch him but she had been supportive with her words. Kahlan hadn't been as over protective then because their mother was still there. It was Lennox that was there for him. His father had wanted nothing to do with the sick cancer kid that was his youngest son. Asher had ruined his father's dreams of having another soldier in his mob. He hated it. He had wanted nothing more than to fight alongside his eldest brother and his father. He wanted his dad to be proud of him but it had never happened. He had also wanted Connor to be proud of him but he had never heard those words uttered from his mouth. The only person that had ever said those words to him was Lennox. And it was after his first chemotherapy and radiation session. He had felt absolutely awful, and as he had leaned over to get sick for the first time of many, he felt a hand on his back supporting him. That was when Lennox had said those words and Asher would always remember that. He would always appreciate him for that.

Shaking those thoughts from his mind, he heard Connor speaking about Kahlan. Furrowing his brow, he looked over incredulously. Were they talking about the same person? However, Connor mentioned that she was worse than Hitler and that comment earned a small laugh from Asher. However that hurt his face so he grimaced slightly, trying not to show his pain. This was nothing compared to what he had went through with his cancer. Sighing to himself, he slouched back in the seat, knowing he was in for more admonishing from his older brother. He knew that he should have been more careful when it came to that fight. But what was he supposed to do? It wasn't like he could stop them and say, oh hey guys, do you think we could finish this in that back alley over there? Somehow Asher didn't see that going well so he didn't understand what Connor expected him to do. Slightly frustrated and angry at that fact, he heard him speak about hugging and not rolling his eyes. He was about to open his mouth too say something sarcastic again, but then he saw Connor out of the corner of his eye. "Are you having a seizure?" He questioned cheekily, knowing he was probably going to get whacked for that. Asher had always been respectful towards Connor in the past, but he had changed since the older Selwyn had seen him. That was to be expected, especially while he was suffocating under Kahlan's maternal instincts. It was like he was in his own personal prison. Asher, don't do that. Asher, don't do this. Asher, remember, you had cancer, you need to be careful! He had been in remission for years. The chances of the leukemia returning were slim to none.

She needed to relax, but that wasn't happening. So instead, Asher had done something for himself. He had saved his money and he had come here. It was perfect. Now he could live with his brothers and have his dream bachelor life. He didn't want to be Kahlan's dear, little boy anymore. Grumbling to himself as he sat there, he heard Connor's comment about the napkins. "Ninny is such a strong word. I prefer visibly challenged sometimes. And sorry to burst your bubble Con, but getting shot is not on my bucket list." He finished snidely, and then opened the glove compartment, still using his hands as run off for the blood pouring from his nose. He was beginning to feel light headed but he'd never complain. That was one thing about Asher. He never complained. Ever. No matter what he was going through he stayed positive and sarcastic. It was just who he was and it wasn't about to change. Even when he had been at his worst he had never said one thing about how sick he felt. He took it quietly and silently, holding his head up even when his own father didn't care if he lived or died. That was what it felt like anyway. Sometimes he felt like Connor had thought the same thing. He was an abomination to the family. He was the weakest link. If he died it would just make the family stronger, and they wouldn't have to be ashamed of the sick one.

Pushing those thoughts from his mind, he hastily grabbed at the tissues, shoving one up his nose quickly to try to stem the problem. His movements were too fast however, and the cracking of bone and cartilage could be heard as he moved the broken pieces. Well that was just great. Paling from the pain and the noise, he stayed quiet. He wouldn't complain in front of Connor,. He refused to look weak in front of him. Relying on his defiance and his fighting spirit, he sighed to himself and then looked over as Connor held a gun out to him. Should e act stupid or admit the truth? Asher decided to act stupid. Taking the gun gingerly in his hands, he looked over. "No. Dad didn't give two shits. Why would he be proud of a kid that had cancer? And why would he bother dealing with a kid he thought was going to die?" He questioned bitterly, obviously pissed beyond belief at their deceased father. Shaking his head at those thoughts, he listened as Connor said next time he could just shoot them. "What is this? Texas Chainsaw Massacre? I got thrown in to jail for punching them. Imagine if the cops had shown up and they were all dead?" He finished worriedly, Trying not to think about it, Asher realized how much he still needed to learn. He hadn't shot a person yet. Targets sure, but that was about it. He had mastered all basic maneuvers and was even better at the harder steps. Just..shooting a real person kind of scared him a little bit. He would never admit that, but it was the truth.

When they arrived at Connor's humble abode, Asher wasn't surprised. Looking through the windshield at the set up, he shook his head. "I swear, your place gets smaller and smaller every time I see it. It's a good thing you don't have a thing for dramatic flair." Well Asher certainly wasn't quiet anymore. When they got into the garage finally, he got up and shoved the used tissues into the garbage that was in there. Closing the car door, he follow Connor into his mansion and saw Lennox with a girl in his lap. But that wasn't before he replied once more to Connor, probably pissing him off even more. "Listen? I'm going to record everything and use it for blackmail at a later date. I'll make you your own sex tape." He admitted cheekily, smiling innocently as they entered the living room. Oh good old Lennox. Asher had to admit that he missed his closest sibling.

"I always arrive with a bang. Gotta keep old timer on his toes, after all." He grinned over at Connor and then heard his elder brother refer to the middle as a fairy. Still with that insult eh? "You should research synonyms for fairy. It's getting a little repetitive." He ducked out of the way of any incoming punch or object thrown his way and then grinned mischievously to Lennox. Practically dancing after Connor, he threw some more words over to Len. "Aw come on. He's like a big ol' softy!" Knowing he'd probably get in trouble for that as well, he stood behind Connor innocently once more. Seeing the room, he walked in after his brother and looked around. He would need to get his stuff. "Well thanks Connor. I..all my stuff is at an apartment I rented in the slums. It was all I could afford?" He knew Connor would hate the fact that a Selwyn was in the slums, but hey. Beggars couldn't be choosers. He had done the best that he could. He was just glad to be with his brothers again. He felt like he was turning into a woman with Kahlan being the only person in his life.

ATTIRE Clothes of course! CREDIT sam ! of Confronting the Faceless. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS lullaby - nickelback NOTES He's so fresh! Connor can whack him haha WORD COUNT 1582

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[CONNOR SELWYN]

pointing a finger over at asher as he asked if he was having a seizure, he nodded. "exactly why you shouldn't roll your eyes like that. you look like a walrus having sex." he listened to asher complaining about being called a ninny, and he raised his eyebrows and glanced at his younger brother out of the corner of his eye. "you might want to get over that," he commented, "getting shot is part of the deal." hearing asher's biting words about their father, connor stiffened. his father had been his idol in no uncertain terms, and he hated when people talked down about him. he could see kyson's green eyes staring up at him from where he'd been pinned into the broken ground, demanding he shoot him, and his fingers tightened on the steering wheel. "he may not have shown it, but our father was a good man, and an even better soldier. he was busy with keeping us safe." turning to glare at asher with a deadly look in his eye, he continued, "i wouldn't suggest speaking differently about him until you know all of the facts."

out of the four children of kyson and tessa selwyn, connor was the closest to his father. kahlan had held it against him that he'd never allowed her to become a soldier, but wanted her to be a lady instead, and lennox had never wanted to follow in that path to begin with. while asher had wanted to, he hadn't been strong enough when he was younger, and he'd never gotten the opportunity connor had had, but connor knew this was no fault of their father's. knowing the man, he knew kyson had only ever wanted to protect his family, especially its weaker members. he had never viewed asher as a liability. ever since the beginning, when their grandparents had been maliciously murdered by a branch of the italian mafia, everything kyson selwyn had done had been for family. it had been that way until his death when he'd commanded his son to kill him so their family would be safe from the publicity his injuries could have caused them. after that day, connor would hear no ill words about his father. he couldn't bare it, and he wouldn't hear it.

connor drove in silence for a while until asher accepted the gun and mocked his offer. "the point is that you aren't there when the cops show up, brother," he commented, a slight patronizing tone to his voice. "shoot first, ask questions later." that was his motto, and it had turned him into the brutal killer he was when he was on a mission. connor selwyn took no prisoners. they crested the hill and asher's comments about the mansion brought a smile to his face. after exiting the vehicle and entering the house, heading for the room, he smiled mischievously at asher's threat to make a sex tape of him. lennox quipped from the couch, having heard the final comments as they entered the room. "don't give him any ideas." connor chuckled to himself, pleased with his own debaucherous nature and proceeded into the room that would now be asher's. hearing the comment about his calling lennox a 'fairy' being repetitive, he reached behind him, grabbed asher by the ear and attempted to sock him in the face, but the younger man dodged him. pointing a warning finger at him even as he hid a smile, he turned and pointed into the room. as asher admired the place and then admitted his stuff was in a shack in the slums, connor rolled his eyes in perfect lennox-fashion. "i'll just send out a group to get everything for you. there's no point in you staying somewhere else when you're going to be training here, aye?" patting asher on his back, he moved through the den toward his own room, smiling at one of the many women on call standing near the bar that lined the back of the massive room. pointing at one of them, he beckoned her over with his finger and then turned to glance at asher over his shoulder as the girl came.

"keep cupcake company, will you?" he asked, motioning his head at lennox who sighed and ignored him, watching the massive flatscreen mounted on the wall. "you might want to turn that up a bit, lenny. i can't guarantee i won't get loud in here." tweaking his eyebrows - to which lennox snorted in derision - connor put his arm around the girl's shoulders and led her into his bedroom, closing the door behind them.

lennox grabbed the remote as the girl who'd been sleeping with her head in his lap awoke at the sound of the closing door. he turned up the volume and smiled softly at the girl as she wiped her still-damp cheeks and rose to leave the mansion. the last thing he wanted was to have to listen to connor mooing like a cow over his latest conquest. the man was truly an animal. he didn't even care what was on tv as long as he didn't have to listen to that. "how have you been, ash?" he asked, not referring to him by the term he considered demeaning that connor often used: 'little brother'.

NOTES sorry it reads kinda rushed =/
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[asher selwyn]

Asher nearly snorted in laughter at Connor's comment about a walrus having sex. What a sight. Shaking his head, he just pressed the napkins more firmly to his nose. He had to admit that it hurt and he always hated when he started to bleed. It always brought back memories of when he was younger. Before the doctors had diagnosed his leukemia, Asher had been getting nosebleeds. And they weren't just normal nosebleeds. One had lasted three hours before his mother had brought him to the hospital to see what they could do about it. Whenever he had gotten a simple cut, it would bleed for days. Whenever he knocked into something quite easily, the bruise would blossom to twice the size of a normal bruise. He had been so fragile then and he was more than just bitter about it now. Now he wanted to prove himself to his brother, but he would never have the chance to prove himself to his father. His father had known him as the son with cancer. His father had known him as the son who wasn't good enough, who wasn't strong enough. Connor would never know how that felt.

Ignoring Connor's warning of getting shot, Asher sat up in the seat, his cold blue and green eyes matching the stormy glare Connor had shot at him. Asher was finished with being the one who rolled over and declared Connor the winner every time he decided to yell at him. No. Enough was enough. Connor didn't know what it was like and Asher would never expect him to. He was the golden child of the family in his father's eyes and Asher had thirsted for that when he was younger. If his father had even looked his way sometimes Asher would not have believed that his father was sick to even see him. But that was the point. Kyson never saw him. Ever. He didn't even acknowledge Asher's existence so in Asher's opinion, he had every right to hate the man. Why would he even bother loving someone who didn't give two shits about him? Nearly shaking with rage at his brother's lack of understanding and his I'm better than you nature, Asher snapped. "He might have been a good man to you Connor, but I never saw it. You have no idea what it's like because you were the son he always wanted. You have no idea what it feels like to want nothing more than to prove yourself to someone but you can't because he didn't even look at you. And you'll never know what it's like to want to prove yourself finally because you're healthy but you can't because he's dead. So fuck off Connor." There was the old Selwyn spirit. Never before would Asher have spoken to his brother like that but he had years of sheltered, suffocating living situations. He was finished.

Shaking his head, he turned away from Connor at that point for he could care less about how angry he had made the man. He was tired of Connor holding their father up on some pedestal like he was a God. He was not a God and Asher refused to hold him in such high regard. Crossing his arms in the seat, he ignored his wounded face as well as his wounded pride. Connor was special to their father and Asher was nothing. Lennox chose a life away from the mob so his father's opinion wouldn't matter. But Asher wanted nothing more than to fight and to be a part of the mob. He took the gun quietly at that point, having said his part about the shooting and the firing. He knew how to use a gun. He had trained himself. He had trained himself to fight with guns, with knives, and with any other thing he could get his hands on. After taking the proper precautions with the pistol, he leaned forward and shoved it into the belt that was used to holding a gun. He just hadn't been carrying it at the bar and it was a good thing too. If the cops had found that on him he would have been in more serious trouble. Ignoring those thoughts and those close calls, he was more than happy when they arrived inside of the mansion. Still steaming, he didn't let it show. He was a master at hiding his emotions and he acted like nothing was wrong and that he was fine after his little spat with his brother.

When he started playing around with Connor again, mouthing off to him about how his insults to Lennox were unoriginal, he didn't see his brother's hand sneak around. His ear was grabbed for the hundredth time tonight and he grumbled, grabbing Connor's wrist. "Connor! Come on, not the ear! You already did this at the station!" He said, trying to squirm out of his eldest brother's grasp. He saw the fist coming though and he would not be taking anymore hits to the face. Dodging it easily, he freed himself at the same time and grinned victoriously. He loved getting away from Connor because it always made him mad. Nearly fist pumping, he went over to where Connor's previous floozy had been sitting next to Lennox and flopped down on the couch, sliding into his brother accidentally. Grinning innocently up at Lennox, he wiggled sideways, putting some distance in between them. As Connor beckoned his next lay of the night, Asher watched after the pair and heard his warnings. "I've got to get my tape recorder!" Winking after Connor, he settled down beside Lennox, glad for the more calm brother's presence. As Connor disappeared into his bedroom, Asher's face took on a more bothered expression and he was a bit distracted by the conversation he had with Connor in the car. Sighing slightly, he heard Lennox speaking and looked up. He had totally missed that question. "Sorry, what? Connor's ear grabbing must have ruined my hearing." He lied, pushing a forced smile upon his face. He didn't think Lennox would want to talk, but Lennox was the one person who would most likely understand the most.

ATTIRE Clothes of course! CREDIT sam ! of Confronting the Faceless. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS lullaby - nickelback NOTES notes here WORD COUNT 1198

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