A Little Head Clearing

[Nox]

Nox had admired the space the first time, but Raffe was distracting, and he hadn't been paying much attention to the opulence of the place. Dorian's estate had been less so, but even so this was still more shocking to Nox. He could never really afford a place like this, even if he had wanted to. He'd come to drink and left much poorer than he'd come in.

And it had been a long time since he'd seen a stage. He'd never even been on one and as he stood in the middle of the grand arena he was about to partaken in felt like a gladiator might. Thought this was a completely different fight. But Nox hadn't just been walking when he'd been out before. He'd strung up a few ideas things that actually played off of Jaxen's performance. He wasn't going to mock anyone, and god forbid it be Ascendancy. Nox was still surprised he'd not been executed for just being there by now. But the idea of mocking who he was now that was fun. And what was he - according to the Atharim he was a reborn god. And there was a lot of myths and legends that went with the gods. There was a bevy of things he could play on. Nox had two 'forbidden' love stories he was going to work with at first. And then add more later.

His playlists were full of classical and instrumental music and he'd been walking with Nova listening to them looking for the right feel to tell the story he wanted to tell. He'd also had the audio telling him all about the stories he wanted to tell. By the time he stood in the middle of the stage Nox was easily afraid he was going to fail at this like everything else. But, he knew one thing - he wouldn't not try. So he kicked off his shoes and socks, put in his ear buds and started dancing. In the first story there were four critical roles, and Nox made his way through the story on the wings of music and dance.

Time was nothing while he danced - it had always been that way. His mother used to tell him that he was born to it, but his father had had other ideas - and by the time Nox was ten he believed his father. Dancing was for girls - and yet here he was about to put on a show.

Nox saw the door open and someone slip into the theater. But he hadn't been overly concerned. He was shy. Though when the beautiful red head spoke he immediately recognized her. He acknowledge her with a smile and nodded at her getting the fuck out of dodge statement. He couldn't blame her. Nox finished the current arc he was working on before he sat down on the edge of the stage wishing he had water. "I am Nox. I'm glad you got out safe, I think your friend might like to hurt me after the way I handled him." Quite literally. Nox grinned at his own thoughts.

Nox used the shoulder of his t-shirt to wipe the sweat from his forehead. "You'd think dancing would be easier than hunting monsters. You wouldn't happen to have any water in that bag. I was an idiot. Even an empty bottle?" Nox could refill it but he felt an idiot drinking from his hands and it was messy.