Oh.My.God! This guy was fucking hawt!! Those eyes and that jawline? Damn! Guy was huge too. I mean, Mik knew he was no slouch or anything, but the guy was like a head taller than him with massive shoulders and muscles that strained his cheap suit. He lazily smiled as he shook the guy's hand. Ivan.
He cocked his head playfully, eyeing him up and down. His smile became a smirk. "You are indeed. 'Ivan the Great' looks like to me." A goofy laugh. "Nice to meet you doll. I'm Mik." And a wink. Not that he really got that vibe from Ivan. But hey, you never knew. And if he made him uncomfortable, well...that could be fun too. It happened some time.
And then he took a swig of his drink, feeling the fire going down his throat. The party was going well and Mik was suddenly feeling antsy. There were some fireworks going off overhead, their explosions punctuating the night's sky and the sound of music and laughter. Oh yeah, the Spider had gone all out. In the back of his mind, he saw the Lady smirking at him, eyes sharp like daggers, daring him. He winked at her- she wore Ori's face at the moment, black shirt and jeans hugging so tight that he soooo wanted to peel them off. Not that he'd dare. Those blood red tipped nails would rip his throat out, given a chance. Well, maybe he would risk it.
So Yun was romancing the Yakuza, huh? Suddenly Mik wanted to play. And maybe show off a bit. He flicked his lighter, the flame sparking to life, his eyes going distant and dilating hungrily, filled with reflected flame. Suddenly everything came to life and he inhaled the power, felt it suffuse him. Fuuuuuuck, but this was better than getting high. Better than sex.
Yakuza. Hmmm....well, he knew the difference, of course. Triads weren't Yakuza. Japanese rather than Chinese. Still, this was a street festival. And he thought he remembered they had a thing for them too. Threads of earth and fire, air and water, flowed from his fingertips as he wove a large dragon, a kite, connected to him like a string. It fluttered and came to life as he controlled the lines like a marionette, sending it skyward to swoop and soar about the crowds.
He was in ecstasy, flying about the crowds, watching and hearing the cries and cheers. Probably they all thought it was part of the show.
Well, fuck yes!, it was part of the show. Mik was on display. Only once did he glance at Ivan's shocked face and wink. The dragon dipped but he caught it in time. Yeah, better not do that. The Lady laughed at him in delight. You bitch! he thought, as he laughed along with her. He knew he looked and sounded crazy.
Like he fucking cared.
He cocked his head playfully, eyeing him up and down. His smile became a smirk. "You are indeed. 'Ivan the Great' looks like to me." A goofy laugh. "Nice to meet you doll. I'm Mik." And a wink. Not that he really got that vibe from Ivan. But hey, you never knew. And if he made him uncomfortable, well...that could be fun too. It happened some time.
And then he took a swig of his drink, feeling the fire going down his throat. The party was going well and Mik was suddenly feeling antsy. There were some fireworks going off overhead, their explosions punctuating the night's sky and the sound of music and laughter. Oh yeah, the Spider had gone all out. In the back of his mind, he saw the Lady smirking at him, eyes sharp like daggers, daring him. He winked at her- she wore Ori's face at the moment, black shirt and jeans hugging so tight that he soooo wanted to peel them off. Not that he'd dare. Those blood red tipped nails would rip his throat out, given a chance. Well, maybe he would risk it.
So Yun was romancing the Yakuza, huh? Suddenly Mik wanted to play. And maybe show off a bit. He flicked his lighter, the flame sparking to life, his eyes going distant and dilating hungrily, filled with reflected flame. Suddenly everything came to life and he inhaled the power, felt it suffuse him. Fuuuuuuck, but this was better than getting high. Better than sex.
Yakuza. Hmmm....well, he knew the difference, of course. Triads weren't Yakuza. Japanese rather than Chinese. Still, this was a street festival. And he thought he remembered they had a thing for them too. Threads of earth and fire, air and water, flowed from his fingertips as he wove a large dragon, a kite, connected to him like a string. It fluttered and came to life as he controlled the lines like a marionette, sending it skyward to swoop and soar about the crowds.
He was in ecstasy, flying about the crowds, watching and hearing the cries and cheers. Probably they all thought it was part of the show.
Well, fuck yes!, it was part of the show. Mik was on display. Only once did he glance at Ivan's shocked face and wink. The dragon dipped but he caught it in time. Yeah, better not do that. The Lady laughed at him in delight. You bitch! he thought, as he laughed along with her. He knew he looked and sounded crazy.
Like he fucking cared.
"Good and ill.
We're like the wind,
we blows both ways."
- Mad Sweeney, American Gods
- Mad Sweeney, American Gods