Trinity/FreakAngels AU: A Heart as Cold as Ice.

[aeons_crackshot]

Time has passed, as it tends to do. The Æon Society has recently received word of people going missing in Greenland, and not the kind of people you'd expect to go missing, either. Natives and experienced trackers and wilderness experts have simply gone missing for no readily discernible reason.

That's why Annabelle Newfield and Connor are here to investigate. Mysterious disappearances tend to be their kind of trouble, one way or the other.

A friend of Jake's has dropped them off in a remote village with his plane before haring off on another errand.

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[aeons_crackshot]

"London?" she guesses. "That's where my first husband was from, God rest his soul," she says with a shake of her head. She's putting things together to keep warm in the oven for Annabelle when she wakes up.

[leadinghome]

Well, he still has his brit accent, here and there. "Hm, yes." London, seventy years in the future, in another Earth.

[aeons_crackshot]

She's a perceptive soul. "You had trouble there?" she guesses. "I am sorry to bring up bad memories."

[leadinghome]

"Trouble, yes. But things are different now." Not all good different, but overall, much better different.

A world where they are not hunted, and can fulfill their dreams.

[aeons_crackshot]

She smiles. "That is good to hear."

She teases him a little, "The young lady is part of that, yes? Annabelle?"

[leadinghome]

Connor blushes again, but smiles. "I'm her boyfriend. She... well, she made the first weeks bearable. And now..." Oh yes, she makes his life brighter.

[aeons_crackshot]

Her happiness at that statement is genuine. "I am so very glad. It is hard, being alone."

She ponders whether to ask him something. She doesn't want to be rude, but she is curious. Rumor travels very fast indeed, and she's curious as to whether her guests have abilities not shared by most humans.

[leadinghome]

"I'm glad I'm not." Even when the world was crashing around them, the Angels had each other, and now they have a lot of people they can count in.

He can feel her curiosity, as he naturally senses moods around him, but lets the woman work the question out on her own.

[aeons_crackshot]

"What you dealt with was no normal beast," she begins. "Would I be right in guessing that the two of you have gifts that most people do not?"

[leadinghome]

"Hmm... yes you would." See, he can be facetious too...

[aeons_crackshot]

"I thought as much," she says with a nod. "It's like something out of the old tales," she adds with a chuckle.

"I suspect it's a bit rude of me, but I'll ask anyway. What kind of gifts do you have?"

[leadinghome]

Connor actually winks. "Useful ones." Yes, he is joking and teasing openly, why?

[aeons_crackshot]

She laughs at that. "Oh, you're going to make me pry the information out of you, aren't you?"

She teases right back and waves a wooden spoon in a mock threatening manner. "I'll have you know I dealt with that with both of my sons, and I'm more stubborn now than I was then."

[leadinghome]

"Well, it is a bit hard to just explain..." True, but given time, he can do it.

[aeons_crackshot]

"Excuses, excuses," she teases. "Won't you humor an old woman and at least try?"

[leadinghome]

"Hmm, sure." His eyes glow, and the wooden spoon slips out of her grasp, gently, floating in the air on its own.

[aeons_crackshot]

She blinks a bit in surprise, but then she laughs in delight.

She waves her hands experimentally underneath the spoon. "Oh, you'd give a stage magician fits!," she cackles.

[leadinghome]

"Well, I can not pull a rabbit out of a hat... but..." He can make several small objects dance, and does.

"My friend Arkady thinks there is no limits really to what we can do... it is just a matter of practicing, trying, testing. But I think she has too much wishful thinking."

[aeons_crackshot]

"You never know until you try," she says with a wink.

"The world is a stranger place than I ever imagined," she adds with a chuckle. "Perhaps there's some truth to the family legend after all."

[leadinghome]

"Well, I saw a lot of strange things already... and I'm sure I am not done seeing everything yet." He lets the objects back to their places, and rubs temples.

[aeons_crackshot]

She tsks at him, concerned. "You shouldn't strain yourself so, not after everything you did yesterday."

"I hope your young lady usually instills more sense in you," she teases. Considering that Connor's the one who's likely to talk sense into Annabelle...

[leadinghome]

"Oh, but it's usually the opposite... me, talking sense to her." And that could be the cue for the blonde girl to arrive.

[aeons_crackshot]

"It's true," Annabelle admits as she comes downstairs.

"Ask most anybody, and they'll tell you I haven't much sense at all."

Annabelle is rather ravenous herself this morning. She murmurs her thanks and tucks into the food with a will.

[leadinghome]

Oh, but first, she will be greeted with a gentle hug.

And a replay of that kiss of the day before, this time with much more feeling.

[aeons_crackshot]

This is much better. Annabelle makes a pleased hum at the hug and kiss.

And then she remembers that they have an audience. The downside to being fair-skinned is that it's really obvious when you blush.

Their hostess is trying very hard not to laugh at Annabelle's sudden embarrassment. "I have been married three times and raised five children," she says with a wave of one hand. "I doubt the two of you could get up to anything I haven't seen before."