People don't notice. Things happen, have always been happening, and people don't notice they do. Low level strangeness is hardly ever noticed, and often, on the few occasions it is, people tend to not comment on it outside of their closed circles for fear of being seen as paranoid or slightly mad. That's how things go, unless you have clear proof that something's going on, you'll be lumped along with those people on the internet talking about the government hiding aliens, or how their neighbor is secretly a vampire, or that the neighborhood birds are actually clever robots watching everyone's every move.
But things do happen, strange things, every day, in many different places. And in this small village outside of London, they happen right under people's noses. Perfect weather for the season. An abundance of healthy animals roaming around. Strange sightings in the sky. Carnivals staying a bit longer than any at other place. Truly, nothing to fuss about, but just often enough for it to be a little off.
But more things have been happening. Stranger, bigger things, and it's hard to pinpoint when coincidences stop being coincidences, if there's a number where you can go yep, that's a coincidence too many, we got ourselves a pickle here. Adam certainly doesn't know, but he's known for a while now that anything he ever wishes for tends to happen. Not things like Christmas gifts or good grades, but other, more encompassing things that shouldn't relate to him at all.
Probably still within the Coincidence zone, he figures.
Today, he's outside the school, a book in hand left abandoned, and he's looking up at the sky. There was something there. Or maybe there wasn't. But there was. Again. And no one else seems to have noticed.
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[For Sathan][AU] Dodgy switcheroo
But things do happen, strange things, every day, in many different places. And in this small village outside of London, they happen right under people's noses. Perfect weather for the season. An abundance of healthy animals roaming around. Strange sightings in the sky. Carnivals staying a bit longer than any at other place. Truly, nothing to fuss about, but just often enough for it to be a little off.
But more things have been happening. Stranger, bigger things, and it's hard to pinpoint when coincidences stop being coincidences, if there's a number where you can go yep, that's a coincidence too many, we got ourselves a pickle here. Adam certainly doesn't know, but he's known for a while now that anything he ever wishes for tends to happen. Not things like Christmas gifts or good grades, but other, more encompassing things that shouldn't relate to him at all.
Probably still within the Coincidence zone, he figures.
Today, he's outside the school, a book in hand left abandoned, and he's looking up at the sky. There was something there. Or maybe there wasn't. But there was. Again. And no one else seems to have noticed.