The woman smiles softly, and ducks back around the corner.
Æon has seven founding members, the very same seven folks the Angels met when they first arrived in this world. One of them, Annabelle's friend Whitley Styles, comes into view an hour or so later.
He's the closest of those seven to Connor in personality, oddly enough. (The files are, after all, HIS doing.) He stops when he sees the two of them, and gives Connor a friendly smile. "I had feared we'd never see the day," he says softly, glancing at a still sleeping Annabelle.
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The woman smiles softly, and ducks back around the corner.
Æon has seven founding members, the very same seven folks the Angels met when they first arrived in this world. One of them, Annabelle's friend Whitley Styles, comes into view an hour or so later.
He's the closest of those seven to Connor in personality, oddly enough. (The files are, after all, HIS doing.) He stops when he sees the two of them, and gives Connor a friendly smile. "I had feared we'd never see the day," he says softly, glancing at a still sleeping Annabelle.