10-23-2018, 12:13 AM
Aiden had been to Moscow City a few times since moving to Suzdal. His publisher, Tor, the largest name in Fantasy literature, had an office located somewhere in the maze of skyscrapers and high rises; not that he knew how to get there, Cooper did all the driving. They had an entire floor rented out in one of the modern monoliths, offering a breathtaking view of the skyline. He’d be popping in soon to drop off the manuscript for his latest novel… Whenever he actually got to finish that. Between Sage’s pants and practicing with Nox and the boys, there was little time to progress his story; he squeezed it in when he could though. Just a few chapters more and it would be all set for proofreading and revisions. The novel was set to be released in December followed by a publicity tour in the New Year.
Dimitri had already started letting the fans know about that one and even ran a contest for them all; a few would be flown out here to spend the day with Aiden. He loved that sort of thing, although he did not know what he’d be doing with the fans… Probably dinner, drinks, dancing, and answering their numerous questions. Literature fans were much more subdued than music fans… Sometimes…
This area was not too far from Tverskaya, where Aiden owned a humble 10 story condominium that supplemented his income; the top floor of that building was entirely his and he called it a second home… Although he rarely used it. That would probably be changing very soon after tonight’s activities. No doubt his manager and publicist would be pushing him back into the spotlight, assuming that his impromptu performance at the Cabaret was a means to rejoin the world of the living. Siobhan and the rest of Blarney Stoned, sans Kyle, would be trying to contact him too in an effort to stage a reunion tour. They had been badgering him about that before moving to the CCD.
Dorian’s mansion suited him fine for the time being, but there might come a time when Sage and he needed a little space from the others, depending on how their relationship progressed. He ached to go back to his Manor in Suzdal, but there were more and more commitments popping up in Aiden’s life that would require him to stay close to Moscow. Sage needed space for his computer systems and the like… Maybe he would want to set up a room or two for himself in the Condo, the Manor, or both. He’d have to ask him about that later.
May you always live in interesting times, Aiden quoted in his head at the thought.
After the ride, Aiden found himself being led into Jaxen’s private quarters. It was all high tech, sleek, and breathtaking. The man even had a pool for a balcony. Eyebrows shooting to his hairline, Aiden looked around at the splendor of his surroundings. Jaxen might have poor taste in pants, but it was clear that he knew how to live. The high life was not unfamiliar to Aiden, although his tastes were more in line with more retro styles… Although after seeing Jaxen’s pad, Aiden had found himself thinking of remodeling the Condo; the Manor was little more than half-finished, so there would be room to add to it if he so chose to.
“You know, Jaxen, let me apologize for making fun of your pants. If you had any part in the décor of this pad… Well, you’ve got great taste,” Aiden said with a whistle on his lips.
Their host departed almost immediately and signaled them to chill out. Jaxen disappeared into one of his rooms briefly, Aiden found a comfortable couch and pulled Sage down with him into the plush cushions. A display case sat not far off from them, ancient items on display within under the glow of soft lights. Aiden found himself wanting to get right up from the couch to inspect the case, but he resisted the urge. There would be time for that later.
Aiden was about to open his mouth, ready to put Sage to the question about setting up his own personal space in the Condo or the Manor, but Jaxen had reappeared proclaiming their party to be a ‘sausage fest.’ Not a bad thing so far as Aiden was concerned, but Sage was all the sausage he needed; so if Jaxen wanted some ladies to come up, more power to him.
With a chuckle, Aiden responded, “Straight then, Jax? I’m gay, myself; although I’ve always gotten along better with men of your persuasion. Not as much drama there… and more women for you, I guess. Where’s the little boy’s room? That whiskey went right through me and I’d rather not soil your lovely couch…”
A less than eloquent way to ask the question, but everybody peed. No shame in that. Aiden shouldn’t have ‘broken the seal’ so early in the night; he’d be making a trip to the restroom every twenty minutes if he wasn’t careful.
“Oh, and do you have any whiskey? Wine or beer would do too…”
Dimitri had already started letting the fans know about that one and even ran a contest for them all; a few would be flown out here to spend the day with Aiden. He loved that sort of thing, although he did not know what he’d be doing with the fans… Probably dinner, drinks, dancing, and answering their numerous questions. Literature fans were much more subdued than music fans… Sometimes…
This area was not too far from Tverskaya, where Aiden owned a humble 10 story condominium that supplemented his income; the top floor of that building was entirely his and he called it a second home… Although he rarely used it. That would probably be changing very soon after tonight’s activities. No doubt his manager and publicist would be pushing him back into the spotlight, assuming that his impromptu performance at the Cabaret was a means to rejoin the world of the living. Siobhan and the rest of Blarney Stoned, sans Kyle, would be trying to contact him too in an effort to stage a reunion tour. They had been badgering him about that before moving to the CCD.
Dorian’s mansion suited him fine for the time being, but there might come a time when Sage and he needed a little space from the others, depending on how their relationship progressed. He ached to go back to his Manor in Suzdal, but there were more and more commitments popping up in Aiden’s life that would require him to stay close to Moscow. Sage needed space for his computer systems and the like… Maybe he would want to set up a room or two for himself in the Condo, the Manor, or both. He’d have to ask him about that later.
May you always live in interesting times, Aiden quoted in his head at the thought.
After the ride, Aiden found himself being led into Jaxen’s private quarters. It was all high tech, sleek, and breathtaking. The man even had a pool for a balcony. Eyebrows shooting to his hairline, Aiden looked around at the splendor of his surroundings. Jaxen might have poor taste in pants, but it was clear that he knew how to live. The high life was not unfamiliar to Aiden, although his tastes were more in line with more retro styles… Although after seeing Jaxen’s pad, Aiden had found himself thinking of remodeling the Condo; the Manor was little more than half-finished, so there would be room to add to it if he so chose to.
“You know, Jaxen, let me apologize for making fun of your pants. If you had any part in the décor of this pad… Well, you’ve got great taste,” Aiden said with a whistle on his lips.
Their host departed almost immediately and signaled them to chill out. Jaxen disappeared into one of his rooms briefly, Aiden found a comfortable couch and pulled Sage down with him into the plush cushions. A display case sat not far off from them, ancient items on display within under the glow of soft lights. Aiden found himself wanting to get right up from the couch to inspect the case, but he resisted the urge. There would be time for that later.
Aiden was about to open his mouth, ready to put Sage to the question about setting up his own personal space in the Condo or the Manor, but Jaxen had reappeared proclaiming their party to be a ‘sausage fest.’ Not a bad thing so far as Aiden was concerned, but Sage was all the sausage he needed; so if Jaxen wanted some ladies to come up, more power to him.
With a chuckle, Aiden responded, “Straight then, Jax? I’m gay, myself; although I’ve always gotten along better with men of your persuasion. Not as much drama there… and more women for you, I guess. Where’s the little boy’s room? That whiskey went right through me and I’d rather not soil your lovely couch…”
A less than eloquent way to ask the question, but everybody peed. No shame in that. Aiden shouldn’t have ‘broken the seal’ so early in the night; he’d be making a trip to the restroom every twenty minutes if he wasn’t careful.
“Oh, and do you have any whiskey? Wine or beer would do too…”
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