02-21-2019, 01:18 PM
“Well, maybe when I got their orders right.” She laughed, eyes crinkling at the edges. Distractions came upon her easily enough; she wasn’t oblivious to her own flaws. She had been a terrible waitress. “Not really just. It wasn’t over night or anything. I have a patron now, though. He buys a lot of it.”
She occupied herself with Nova’s attentions while he flipped through the pages. It should have filled her with anxiety, letting go of that window straight into the recesses of her brain; images and creatures and people even she couldn’t explain. It wasn't quite trust (she barely knew him after all) but something simpler, like catching the edge of your own reflection.
“How…?” The word elongated, waiting for the rest of the question. Her eyes blinked up instead to the silence. It took a moment to fully absorb the look on his face coupled with the way he’d said the word. For a moment something like panic fizzled; a knee-jerk regret for the honesty. Thalia knew she drew strange stuff, but Nox was the most capable person she’d ever met when it came to weird. She bit her lip, torn; on the edge of flight.
Through her racing heart Nova’s wet nose bumped her hand, seeking an answer to why she had stopped fussing. It steadied her somewhat. She reached the other across the table to touch Nox’s wrist. Concern drew her expression unusually sombre. “Okay, seriously, don’t do that. Are you okay? No, no, wait, I can see you're not. Nox, what's wrong?”
She occupied herself with Nova’s attentions while he flipped through the pages. It should have filled her with anxiety, letting go of that window straight into the recesses of her brain; images and creatures and people even she couldn’t explain. It wasn't quite trust (she barely knew him after all) but something simpler, like catching the edge of your own reflection.
“How…?” The word elongated, waiting for the rest of the question. Her eyes blinked up instead to the silence. It took a moment to fully absorb the look on his face coupled with the way he’d said the word. For a moment something like panic fizzled; a knee-jerk regret for the honesty. Thalia knew she drew strange stuff, but Nox was the most capable person she’d ever met when it came to weird. She bit her lip, torn; on the edge of flight.
Through her racing heart Nova’s wet nose bumped her hand, seeking an answer to why she had stopped fussing. It steadied her somewhat. She reached the other across the table to touch Nox’s wrist. Concern drew her expression unusually sombre. “Okay, seriously, don’t do that. Are you okay? No, no, wait, I can see you're not. Nox, what's wrong?”