This was going to be a Vacation

"Well, I want the good kind of angel, one that watches over and protects like he should" Daniel said, chuckling lightly. His laugh was like twinkling stars, if they could vocalize.

The room itself surprised Daniel; he thought that Godric would at least have some semblance of color in his room besides the contrast of black and white. It was intimidating, well, slightly so. It looked a little bit, sterile, like a hospital. The only thing that stood out in the entire room was the bed and the snake habitat.

"Nice room you have here," he commented, "My room at my cabin is just a mere loft compared to this". Daniel, Brienne and Luna all slept in lofts at the cabin, that was the only place where they could fit beds unobstructed. When he heard 'no clothes', he immediately stripped. First came the shoes and socks, then the hoodie, the shirt, the belt, the jeans and finally, the boxers. His lithe body was fully exposed now, he looked shorter and more innocent without the clothes.

Should I show him my hidden room? Godric pondered as he watched the boy undress. He took out his lyre and sat on the edge of the bed, looking all the more like an angel come to earth.

His sapphire eyes fell on the small frame and he knew, this boy must be his. It was the innocence of him. From the messy hair, to the puppy dog eyes, down to the very look of him. This young man would be his soon enough.

Godric pulled back the coverlet and smiled waiting for the other man to slip between the sheets. The scent was lilac and lavender, with a slight hint of pineapple, and an under tone of orchid. It was Godric's favorite scent. Always had been. Godric believed the soul could be reviled in scents.

Godric was still fully clothed, and had no intention of changing this fact.

Daniel smelled the wonderful fragrance that hung in the air oh so soothingly. It wasn't too far from his favorite scents, but far enough that it seemed foreign. He knew he was a long way from home, but that did not scare him, he had this man watching over him making sure he was safe here.

His eyes fell upon Godric, he seemed to be more and more like the angel he'd imagined he'd end up with sooner or later. Even his brother, whom he loved oh so much, was nothing like this. He had a vial of the sky-blue liquid in his hands, but it was all but forgotten when he still laid his eyes upon Godric. Inadvertently, his jaw dropped.

Do I disturb you? He asked softly. He was still sitting on the corner of the bed, his only light source in the room itself a single black candle in a large candelabra after using his wand to shut the door.

He couldn't imagine why this boy's mouth was gaping. He had been around Godric for some time now, and it was as if this was the first time he truly saw him.

The candle light was playing the shadows against Godric's features. At times sharpening them, and at others giving them a softness that wasn't truly there.

It will be quite alright Daniel. As I said, I'm here to keep you safe.

"No, you captivate me", Daniel replied. "I've never seen you so beautiful, the way you play that lyre and that scent in the air. The way you treat me is fantastic". He relaxed in the bed, "I'm gonna take the potion now, get ready".

He uncorked the vial of potion, bottoms up, it washed down his throat like a fiery mass of the most vile thing he could think of. Soon, he felt the fire spread within his stomach, burning it like wood. He curled into the fetal position, his legs kicking out a little while the potion got to work. He could feel himself being warped within the space and time

Godric stroked the boy's back, hoping to at least ease some of the discomfort he knew was going through Daniel. He had done something quite similer once. But it wasn't taking a trip through time.

As the potion's pain ebbed, Godric took his seat once more after covering Daniel with the coverlet.

Slowly he started playing a song that was in his mind. He had no idea where the song came from or where the words had sprang from the depths. All that mattered now, was the song's glory. And the glory for the God mentioned within.

Come from every corner,

See the Eternal Light,

Fading only with the Moon and her children of the Night.

Apollo calls,

His sons and daughters come,

To watch the setting of the sun.

And as he sets,

His chariot will wait,

Until the morn,

Sunrise will forever be his fate.

[Timeskip to after the potion has finished]

Snap! It was the sensation of a rubber band being pulled back far enough to snap with ferocity. Back upon itself with great force and great stress. He was being catapulted into the present. Almost like the opposite of the big bang. He heard nor felt no thud, not even cushioned, as he came to in great pain. He lifted his head up, rubbing it.

"Where am I?" He asked groggily, feeling the after effects of the potion, which weren't as much of a tumult as the before effects. His head throbbed steadily, in time with his heart, and his eyes felt as if they were being pried out of his head. His stomach didn't fare much better; it was as if holes were eaten away by acid and tacks from within. He laid back down, feeling woozy.

Godric knew how the boy felt. He rummaged through his drawer until he pulled out what he needed.

A liquid version of the Episky charm. His own creation. It worked better for him, since he was God awful at charms.

He walked up the Daniel and rubbed the boy's hair softly, as not to cause any pain.

Here you go, it'll help His voice was as soft as a butterfly's caress and smoother then silk. He had been watching the boy for a few hours while he relived a past life.

Godric smiled down on him and couldn't help but take in the sight before him. He knew the poor man was probably confused still, but that would clear it's self up in a few moments.

Daniel felt his hair being rubbed, and he purred softly. He was feeling a little better already, but didn't tell the other man that. He couldn't even talk anymore. His last question was slight jarring that his throat needed to give out on him. He started trying to do sign language, but couldn't do the right motions. He'd never learned.

He tried to mouth the words, in hopes that Godric could read lips. He mouthed the words "I need a pen and paper", he thought that writing out what he was thinking or wanting to say would be beneficial to himself and the other man. His head was muddy enough that he didn't realize he was even in the wizard world. He still thought he was in his past life's body, but on another plane of existence. He did die during the entire trip, so he thought this was the afterlife.

He started mouthing more words, "Where are the gods? Why have they forsaken me?"

Godric pulled out his wand and Accioed a pen and paper for the boy. He could barly make out the words.

When the pen arrived he placed it lightly in the other boy's hands, the paper he braced against one of his books in the night stand.

"Daniel, whats wrong?" He couldn't understand what was happening. He knew a trip in time was life altering, but making some one mute? That was not in the potions effects. Godric knew the ingredients backwards and forwards.

As he waited Daniel mouthed something else. But Godric was confused by it. The Gods? Forsaken? It didn't make any sense.