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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[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."

[leadinghome]

Connor chuckles a bit, he forgot his embarrassment in the happiness of seeing his love well. "How are you feeling, Annabelle?"

[aeons_crackshot]

"Much better than I did yesterday," she says with a smile. "You seem to be doing better too..."

[leadinghome]

"Still have a bit of headache, but... okay, mostly." He will help her sit, and help bring out the food.

[aeons_crackshot]

Annabelle is partly amused and partly confused at his waiting on her. "I'm not that injured, you know," she says with a shake of her head.

"Hell, I've been in fights with worse than this."

[leadinghome]

"And so I should not care?" He raises a brow, and the only reason why she is not poked, is because of her cracked ribs. "Eat, you need food."

[aeons_crackshot]

"I never said you shouldn't care," Annabelle replies. "I'm just used to doing for myself, that's all."

Annabelle does eat with a will. Thankfully, opiates don't generally make her nauseous.

[leadinghome]

Well, she better get used to having a boyfriend.

One who will dote on her a lot.

[aeons_crackshot]

If he can get used to her getting banged up and painfully put back together again, we're sure they'll work things out.

She smiles at Connor and reaches for his hand under the table. "It looks like the house is buried halfway up the door in snow," Annabelle remarks with a shake of her head.

[leadinghome]

He can get used to helping her NOT get banged up too bad, actually... "He will have to stay a while, until someone can come pick us up." Connor squeezes her hand gently.

[aeons_crackshot]

"Looks like enforced convalescence for me, then," Annabelle says dryly. "Something the doctors back home only wish they could inflict on me."

Their hostess raises an eyebrow. "You get injured often, then?"

"Er, well, I wouldn't say often," Annabelle protests.

[leadinghome]

"Yes, not often, just about every mission..." He might seem like joking, but there is real worry there too.

[aeons_crackshot]

"I do not!" Annabelle protests again with a roll of her eyes. It's true. She doesn't, although it may seem that way to someone who worries about her.

"I don't mean to worry you, you know," she says with a small smile.

[leadinghome]

"Well, I know. But I worry anyway." It is part of being her boyfriend, see?

[aeons_crackshot]

"I worry about you too, you know," Annabelle admits with a faint blush. It's part of being a girlfriend too.

[leadinghome]

Connor gives her a kiss on the cheek, and smiles. "So we worry about each other. That's not a bad thing, right?"