10-24-2019, 12:50 PM
A small moment of releif flooded Nox as Raffe said he'd find Nova. But really, Nova was fine. At least that was the lie he told himself. There were flashes of memories in those moments. One of Nova flying past him in the grips of one of those things. But the darkness threatened to shake Nox to his core and he pushed it away as he wobbled again even while holding on to Raffe's arm. It wasn't going to work.
But even though Raffe's tease was absolutely on point Nox leaned into Raffe's side and shook his head. "I think it's a bit too early for walking." A wave of nausea passed through Nox and he pressed his forehead into Raffe's shoulder trying to catch his breathe and stave away the pain induced nausea. It felt like the arm was still there, and it hurt like a mother fucker. "At least I tried." Nox spoke through clenched teeth.
Raffe's offer of healing was genuine and Nox really thought about it. But he knew a guy who knew a guy wasn't the best of references. Even though he knew Oriena knew a lot of people. A lot of people. Nox found it funny that the one of the first people he met in Moscow who he was pretty sure hadn't really liked the cocky asshole she'd met was the one person who he had turned to in his darkest days. It hadn't been intentional. It wasn't like he knew at the start of meeting Carmen that she worked for Oriena. But it wasn't a secret at the club.
The feeling hadn't gone away but Nox stood straigter and ran his fingers over the scar with a tender caress. "I'm glad it saved you, but he didn't know what he was doing." Nox reached across the sludge in his mind and pulled the power to him, and he mimicked the weave Manix had once shown him for a minor cut. Raffee couldn't see it, but Nox had only ever shown Cruz the weave under promise he wouldn't experiment on people with it. "I know a weave to do it, but I wouldn't dare and we can't heal our selves. I'll heal naturally, and I'll see if Jensen can do something about the infection.
Nox's fingers lingered at Raffe's neck touching the edges of the scar lightly. "I think I get why chicks dig scars." Nox winked with a pain filled smile.
But even though Raffe's tease was absolutely on point Nox leaned into Raffe's side and shook his head. "I think it's a bit too early for walking." A wave of nausea passed through Nox and he pressed his forehead into Raffe's shoulder trying to catch his breathe and stave away the pain induced nausea. It felt like the arm was still there, and it hurt like a mother fucker. "At least I tried." Nox spoke through clenched teeth.
Raffe's offer of healing was genuine and Nox really thought about it. But he knew a guy who knew a guy wasn't the best of references. Even though he knew Oriena knew a lot of people. A lot of people. Nox found it funny that the one of the first people he met in Moscow who he was pretty sure hadn't really liked the cocky asshole she'd met was the one person who he had turned to in his darkest days. It hadn't been intentional. It wasn't like he knew at the start of meeting Carmen that she worked for Oriena. But it wasn't a secret at the club.
The feeling hadn't gone away but Nox stood straigter and ran his fingers over the scar with a tender caress. "I'm glad it saved you, but he didn't know what he was doing." Nox reached across the sludge in his mind and pulled the power to him, and he mimicked the weave Manix had once shown him for a minor cut. Raffee couldn't see it, but Nox had only ever shown Cruz the weave under promise he wouldn't experiment on people with it. "I know a weave to do it, but I wouldn't dare and we can't heal our selves. I'll heal naturally, and I'll see if Jensen can do something about the infection.
Nox's fingers lingered at Raffe's neck touching the edges of the scar lightly. "I think I get why chicks dig scars." Nox winked with a pain filled smile.
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