Who: Danny and Tristan What: Danny and Tristan reuniting after years of pain and suffering. What could go wrong? When: Monday the 27th, 12:15 PM Where: Haven Orphanage (Haven) Warnings: Creepy little kid, mild horror(possibly, knowing Danny) Status: Ongoing
Everything was quiet. At least, for Daniel it was. Outside, parades were happening, people were celebrating. The Orphanage had most of the children outside. At least, it had those willing to be outside actually participating in the celebration of Memorial Day.
Maybe it was his power, or maybe it was just because he was Welsh, but they didn't bother Danny. They let the young boy sit inside. After all, there was apparently an appointment. They might've told him who, but... Well, he also might've blocked it out. There was a name, that's for sure. They definitely mentioned a name to him, but he remembered feeling angry when he heard it. He didn't feel anger much.
So, Danny simply sat on his little, ratty bed in a room full of other beds, blank, milky blue eyes staring at the wall across from him. Probably a sad image to most, but for him, he was staring through a gateway, curling tentacles and oozing bodies writhing around it. It was a normal sight for him, but... It was upset, restless. Like the Outer Ring could sense that there was anxiety thrumming through the normally emotionless little boy. Small hands clenched and unclenched, but his breathing remained steady.
It was time to wait, it seemed. Wait for what, or who, was to come.