Primal

Chapter 6

The house was old but beautiful, a sense of age in it. He found Conner sitting right on the porch in a rocking chair smoking through an old fashioned pipe, surprisingly matching the scene so perfectly he picked up his camera and shot a picture. The flash caught Conner's attention and he gave a small wave. "I'm glad you could make it! Come on inside, I'll give you something to drink if you want," said Conner with a calm expression. "Oh yes please," he said following into the building, his gaze going over every detail of the dark wood house and creamy paneled walls. It was somewhat barren except for the old fashioned Victorian furniture. "Oh wow...what a house," he whispered. He followed Conner into the kitchen. "I wanted it to stay as old as possible, of course checked to make sure it can still stand for a few more centuries," said Conner lifting an entire tea-set of creamy smooth white. "By the time we're through with this I won't have enough film to take a picture of you and the house," he whispered, Conner chuckling. "Enchanting, I know. Ever tired Honey Mint Tea? A delicacy from my country. One sip and you just have a calming release, my wife had to taught me to make it," said Conner pouring him a cup. "Ooh, foreign delicacy. Do you have an intention for the photo?" 

"Something to remember me by. She said she always wanted to live in an old fashion house and so I bought this place and wanted to give her something to put on her desk at boarding school," 

"Aw, that's so sweet. You moved to make your daughter happy. Most would just give their child a dollhouse that looked Victoria and tell them to think of something," he said, Conner breaking out laughing. "I could but then again I thought, why not have a little old heritage?" said Conner, still shaking with laughter. He took one sip and his entire body seemed to melt, a weird calm coming over him. "Oh wow...this does make someone calm...okay...before I get to calm and fall asleep on the couch, lets get some pictures. What is the one thing that makes you stick out that your daughter only knows?" 

"She calls me bookworm when I don't get up and help her with something," 

"Okay that's just lazy," he said, Conner trying not to laugh so hard but was failing. "So lets get you situated in a library, I'm positive this place has one somewhere," he said, Conner directing him into a large room with an old fashioned rug, couches, a large armchair by the fireplace, and a whole bunch of shelves littered already with books. "Ooh...classic fireplace theme, to bad it's light out, we could've just used the flame as a nice touch, but lets just do with morning sunshine," he said Conner plopping down with a book. "Pretend I don't exist, that I am a ghost which this place might have-," 

"Stop it! I can't stop laughing," said Conner covering his mouth, shaking uncontrollably that it jumped into him, making him fall over his side trying not to laugh so hard, eventually managing to calm down enough. "Oh if this was a video it would be botched badly," he whispered leaning back, grabbing the right angle and snapping a picture the moment Conner started to read the book. He took a couple before straightening his back. "How about one with the entire house? A Nice sunset would be a perfect touch for shadows," he said heading outside. He had to walk quite a ways before getting the entire house with Conner in it. He smiled to himself as he snapped the picture. "You shockingly just seem to blend into the air of Victorian, but I got the photos, to bad you don't have room for paintings," 

"You paint?" 

"I have a feeling I do but I haven't quite tried it," 

"Well you can do a rough and if I like it I'll buy it," 

"Seriously?" he said fanning the photo before showing him. "It's perfect for her scrap-book, she said to hurry up and get her images so this will do, here, what I owe you," said Conner digging into back pockets before pulling two hundred dollars out. "T-Thanks," he said, folding the money and sliding it into his back pocket. "You still have half a tea inside and I have a quarter of a pot I have no intention of drinking, it makes me drowsy,"