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OOC: Takes place not too terribly long after this thread.

After certain events at the Chicago harbor there had been considerable amusement within the Æon Society over the pairing up of Annabelle Newfield and Connor. (Whitley Styles had won the betting pool, despite Jake's claim that he cheated.)

As for the reactions of the other FreakAngels to the news, well, who knows?

There was a furious spate of trouble starting the very next day, of course. All of the Society's founders have been run ragged for the last few weeks. For the moment though, things are quiet. (Or at least, if things ARE going crazy somewhere, someone else is handling the problem.)

Annabelle and Jake got back in town at some ungodly hour this morning, whereupon she fell asleep on one of the couches near the fireplace. (Jake is probably off somewhere regaling a pretty woman or two with tales of said adventure, because that's what he does.)
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Date: 2011-03-20 04:21 pm (UTC)
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She needs her sleep.

While Annabelle rests, someone makes sure the area remains quiet.

Later on, perhaps the scent of breakfast rouses her? Someone left a big tray nearby...

Date: 2011-03-20 04:56 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] leadinghome
Well, it helps when you can 'vanish' from ordinary perception: arrive, leave food, and depart unnoticed.

It also helps when you have no ill intent, right? But anyway, the food is still hot, so it must have not been left there long ago.

Date: 2011-03-20 05:36 pm (UTC)
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Not much of a mystery, really: when she is nearly done, Connor wanders over from the hallway. "Hey."

Date: 2011-03-20 05:58 pm (UTC)
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"Already ate." he shakes head a bit, but sits down on the couch.

Not too close, but not overly far either.

Insecure, much?

Date: 2011-03-20 06:06 pm (UTC)
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Connor is... surprised?

But absolutely not displeased: then the kiss ends, he's much closer.

Holding her, even. "I missed you."

Date: 2011-03-20 06:31 pm (UTC)
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Connor draws her closer, then, a protective hug. "I'm glad." And worried.

He likes Annabelle in a special way, so... yeah, worry about her well-being.

Date: 2011-03-20 06:49 pm (UTC)
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Connor gives a nod, kissing Annabelle again.

He's just glad she's back, and unharmed, even with all the danger.

Date: 2011-03-20 06:54 pm (UTC)
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"Well... we could go catch a movie? Ice cream?" Just spend time together, and pretend the world is not such a dangerous place.

Date: 2011-03-20 07:22 pm (UTC)
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Connor is likely to enjoy the 1920's movie-going: no crowds of brats and hooligans spoiling the experience for everybody. "We could. Tonight? Tomorrow?"

Date: 2011-03-21 02:51 am (UTC)
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"Sounds very different from what I knew... and sounds more fun too." He grins. "So, which time?"

Date: 2011-03-21 02:57 am (UTC)
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"I'd not mind. But you might be tired still, we could go tomorrow." He would prefer Annabelle to be rested and relaxed.

Date: 2011-03-21 05:16 am (UTC)
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"We did not do too much... I spent most of my time in the library, reading and writing." Putting thoughts in order... adapting. "Learning about the 1920's."

Date: 2011-03-21 05:19 pm (UTC)
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"...killer butterflies?" Cue confused Connor.
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