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

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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]

He's likely to be ravenous when he wakes in the morning, thanks to all the energy he spent yesterday. Annabelle is still sleeping soundly thanks to the laudanum and exhaustion.

There are very yummy smells coming from the kitchen downstairs...

[leadinghome]

After making sure Annabelle is fine, he will make his way downstairs to check the yummy scents.

Ravenous? You have no idea...

[aeons_crackshot]

It's a good thing that Mrs. Edelson cooks for approximately ten people then, isn't it?

She's a small but feisty older woman, hovering somewhere in her sixties. "Oh, good," she says with a smile when she sees him. "How is your lady friend?" she asks.

They've never announced their relationship, but Mrs. Edelson has been married three times and raised many children. Not much gets past her.

[leadinghome]

And Connor's blushing does not help much, right? "Sleeping. She needs her sleep, after being hurt."

Later she will need food and spoiling in general, but sleep is better at the moment.

[aeons_crackshot]

She smiles at his blush. "So shy! I had almost forgotten how it is for young men your age.

She shoos him toward the table. "You should eat, you poor dear. Women prefer a man with a little meat on his bones, it's more comfortable for everyone," she adds with a wink.

Yes, she's implying what you think she's implying. It's not malicious or ill-spirited, just friendly advice. She tends to mother everyone under the age of 50....

[leadinghome]

"Ah..." Very red flushed, really, what he can do but obey and eat, right? Sometimes the wisest course of action is to not fight.

"Thank you... It all looks delicious." Eat he will, with appetite but manners too.

[aeons_crackshot]

He's wise beyond his years, possibly thanks to dealing with the female FreakAngels.

If he looks outside the window, all he can see is snow, snow, and more snow. Getting out the door is likely to prove epic, never mind going anywhere else.

She encourages third, fourth and fifth helpings. You might think she was trying to fatten him up for a winter hibernation or something.

"You're a long way from home," she remarks during the meal. She has no idea how far from home he really is.

[leadinghome]

Connor will politely decline the fourth helping. For now.

Perusing the snow falling in waves and showers, he gives a sad smile. "Yes." She has really no idea how far, even if his time, his Earth, is stopping to feel like home.

Besides modern conveniences, what they had there? Nothing but each other, and the Angels are all here.

[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.