"Wendy please," Daniel muttered. He shook his head. Fighting wouldn't do him any good. Talking wouldn't do him any good. Nothing fucking did any good and- And he wasn't convinced Aion was ever in love with him, like, didn't he still hate Daniel for hating him? What, exactly, flipped that s...

Daniel flinched, but it was only snow flying, and the black ground beneath it. He stayed frozen, mid-flinch, as Aion kept talking, and said... ...He could have sworn he had some kind of response prepared, but Aion's confession shattered it. He couldn't remember what he was going to say. "Actual...

"I didn't!" He snapped, like the crack of a whip. "I did want to fix things! With-" Like the first dramatic crack of a sinking ship, breaking beyond repair or rescue. (Whatever this relationship was, there was no going back on it.) "I wanted to fix things with Cedar! With yo...

"Really, now." It wasn't a question, because Daniel wasn't looking for an answer. (Was he ever?) "And you've always been sorry for the other shit too, right?" His tone remained flat, too flat, too close to sarcasm, he would have noted as much if he was a bit less focused on the c...

"...no," Daniel said, spat almost, as if the words were a shield he placed between him and Aion, just a little too eagerly. To be honest? It did kinda sting, but in the same way Aion's presence used to grate at him long after he'd maybe kinda sorta turned a new leaf. Well, to be honest, Ai...

Daniel's breath caught. He had to walk it back, now. The words tumbled out. "What? Oh, fuck no, I'd sooner tongue an ice fishing hole then get with you again-" He raised a hand, more to stop himself than anything. "But like. I just... noticed," he trailed into a mumble. Just give...

Daniel walked a bit further away, with Aion. Not too far, obviously. Not too far that they couldn't call for help, and honestly if either Amos or Wendy leaned over and strained their ears a bit, they'd probably be able to hear the conversation unless they were whispering. Daniel didn't intend to whi...

Daniel nodded, again. So much to do, so little to do, and he felt so antsy, like there was something he should be doing. A scratchy feeling like he forgot to do his homework that was due today. But again, what could he do? (When was the last time he kissed someone?) He avoided looking at Aion a bit ...

Daniel glanced over his shoulder, to Wendy, as she answered. He looked back, and nodded in agreement.

Speaking of which, who else did he have to meet? What else did he want to do? What else could he still do?

He froze. What was he expecting? A groan, confusion. Not hostility, maybe, but definitely not... friendliness? Aion was being nicer to him than they'd ever been to each other at school. "Hey," he breathed. No other words came to him. That'd been happening a lot, lately. Maybe it was the st...

In the distance, there was warmth. Next to him, there was warmth, if he could reach out and take her hand for no reason other than you're in this shitty situation and so am I, doesn't that suck? Here, right here was standing, he felt colder than he should. [Daniel Ozanne's whispers continue from Les...

Daniel let out a long sigh. "I don't know." (He could never know. He could never know why this school, of all the schools in America, was chosen. He could never guess what dangers tomorrow, or even tonight, might bring to them.) "I'll- I'll try my best. We can try." (Well, he did...

"ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAAAAAAAaaaaaaas... is... you?" Tenshi made a valiant effort of singing for a little while, until she realized something. The remnants of her hearing could be unreliable, but she was pretty sure the music had been turned down. She turned around - no lyrics to greet he...

Daniel snorted, lips curled just so into a smile. The medusa's gaze of the camera broke, and he looked back to Wendy. "Don't be." He needed that. A theory wove itself together in his mind (dancing on the edge of conspiracy). "Right, so, it's obvious they're not making all their money ...

wrong time period, someone jail this man for time crimes