He smiles at her - at her - and Hannah melts. She feels bold.
"I don't suppose you'd want company...?"
Please say yes, please -
"That's sweet of you, but I think it's best if I stay focused."
Oh. Hannah deflates a little, the smile fading from her lips.
"I have all the company I need in my head."
He's still smiling. She feels almost ashamed now. Embarrassed, even. What was she thinking? He turns to leave, still smiling.
"Have a good night, Hannah."
"...Yeah, you too..."
She tries to think of something, of anything to change his mind and keep him there with her, but by the time she can fully process the situation, he's already gone. Fuck.
Hannah Mueller's arms remain limp at her sides, feeling a little pissed and a little sad. Rejection is a real bitch. But standing there and staring at the spot where Daniel stood won't bring him back, won't change his mind, so Hannah retreats to her room with a weight in her stomach and head full of incomprehensible thoughts.
Now who's crazy?
She strips off her white jacket and throws it onto the floor without ceremony. Her shoes and pants are next, tumbling down after their companion into a heap. She stops in front of a mirror, her fingers on the edge of her shirt.
'What's wrong with me?' She can't help but ponder, her hands knotting into fists and wrinkling the shirt underneath.
And then the door creaks open.
Hannah swears and lunges for the clothes on the floor, angry at herself for not being more careful and listening for any disturbances outside her door. Her scrambling is interrupted by a rather familiar laugh.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to freak you out."
She pauses, half hunched over on the floor with her jacket slung over her shoulder and her pants in hand.
"I thought you had plenty of company already."
Her response to Daniel's presence in her room is a little chillier than she had meant, but he seems to brush it off. Graceful bastard, she thinks fondly.
"Yeah, well it seems like my plans have changed. Last minute cancellations, you know?"
His voice is gentle, and he's looking at her with a mix of wonder and appreciation, still smiling.
"Really now?"
"Mmhm. But if this is a bad time, I can always -"
Daniel doesn't get a chance to finish his sentence before her lips crash into his in a clumsy sort of kiss. Hannah realizes that she's still holding her goddamn pants and drops them before dragging Daniel as best she can towards the bed while kissing him. He moans, and it's a rather lovely sound. She wants to hear more...
He's gone when she wakes up, and next thing she knows the Mentor is dead and everyone is screaming about betrayal and Daniel. Hannah feels numb and almost responsible.
Miles away, Daniel Cross looks back and wonders what the hell he's gotten himself into.
Безответно - Prologue
"I don't suppose you'd want company...?"
Please say yes, please -
"That's sweet of you, but I think it's best if I stay focused."
Oh. Hannah deflates a little, the smile fading from her lips.
"I have all the company I need in my head."
He's still smiling. She feels almost ashamed now. Embarrassed, even. What was she thinking? He turns to leave, still smiling.
"Have a good night, Hannah."
"...Yeah, you too..."
She tries to think of something, of anything to change his mind and keep him there with her, but by the time she can fully process the situation, he's already gone. Fuck.
Hannah Mueller's arms remain limp at her sides, feeling a little pissed and a little sad. Rejection is a real bitch. But standing there and staring at the spot where Daniel stood won't bring him back, won't change his mind, so Hannah retreats to her room with a weight in her stomach and head full of incomprehensible thoughts.
Now who's crazy?
She strips off her white jacket and throws it onto the floor without ceremony. Her shoes and pants are next, tumbling down after their companion into a heap. She stops in front of a mirror, her fingers on the edge of her shirt.
'What's wrong with me?' She can't help but ponder, her hands knotting into fists and wrinkling the shirt underneath.
And then the door creaks open.
Hannah swears and lunges for the clothes on the floor, angry at herself for not being more careful and listening for any disturbances outside her door. Her scrambling is interrupted by a rather familiar laugh.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to freak you out."
She pauses, half hunched over on the floor with her jacket slung over her shoulder and her pants in hand.
"I thought you had plenty of company already."
Her response to Daniel's presence in her room is a little chillier than she had meant, but he seems to brush it off. Graceful bastard, she thinks fondly.
"Yeah, well it seems like my plans have changed. Last minute cancellations, you know?"
His voice is gentle, and he's looking at her with a mix of wonder and appreciation, still smiling.
"Really now?"
"Mmhm. But if this is a bad time, I can always -"
Daniel doesn't get a chance to finish his sentence before her lips crash into his in a clumsy sort of kiss. Hannah realizes that she's still holding her goddamn pants and drops them before dragging Daniel as best she can towards the bed while kissing him. He moans, and it's a rather lovely sound. She wants to hear more...
He's gone when she wakes up, and next thing she knows the Mentor is dead and everyone is screaming about betrayal and Daniel. Hannah feels numb and almost responsible.
Miles away, Daniel Cross looks back and wonders what the hell he's gotten himself into.