Bas read Nox's text and snickered. His fingers flashed, though not necessarily with his eyes on the keys. He caught the eye of the brunette in the painted on dress and winked.
The message was garbled when he hit send. Nox would know why.
Fucking Atharim. He wasnt gonna be their little bitch. Besides, he just held the power. In that state, the most a man could feel was a general state of menace. An Atharim who picked up on that was, guess what! A channeler.
Brunette smiled at, he made his way out onto the floor. Music wasn't bad. He felt the beat in his heart and knew he wanted to dance. But first, he wanted to see his boy.
And there he was, dancing like he was channeling something- he'd say on something, but Nox mostly stayed clear of substances. A beer was about as loose as he got. His dad and all had put the fear of god in him, but not in the way most supposed. Watching him drink himself to death was a bad way to learn. Like his other buddy Andrei, watching his dad OD on meth in a sleazy hotel room full of hookers. Yeah, Andrei never touched the stuff either. Not after that night
Bas was lucky. And careful. The bag of ambrosia in his breast pocket sat safe and sound. Vlad's shit was the best ever. And if you were channeling?...and with a pretty girl- like Alex for example, that hell cat- no one was gonna OD. But they might just die of pure bliss.
He was gonna jump in when he realized something was off. The fucking fuck? All party mode shut down as he grabbed his friend's shoulder, stopping him, looking him over. "Duuuuude! The fuck happened to your arm?". From the elbow down, it was just gone.
Goddamn, but he felt like a stab to his chest even as anger flared at whoever's did this. "Are you in trouble, bro? Why didn't you call me?" He nodded to an empty spot at one of the bars.
The message was garbled when he hit send. Nox would know why.
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"Let dn brimh it! ?"Fucking Atharim. He wasnt gonna be their little bitch. Besides, he just held the power. In that state, the most a man could feel was a general state of menace. An Atharim who picked up on that was, guess what! A channeler.
Brunette smiled at, he made his way out onto the floor. Music wasn't bad. He felt the beat in his heart and knew he wanted to dance. But first, he wanted to see his boy.
And there he was, dancing like he was channeling something- he'd say on something, but Nox mostly stayed clear of substances. A beer was about as loose as he got. His dad and all had put the fear of god in him, but not in the way most supposed. Watching him drink himself to death was a bad way to learn. Like his other buddy Andrei, watching his dad OD on meth in a sleazy hotel room full of hookers. Yeah, Andrei never touched the stuff either. Not after that night
Bas was lucky. And careful. The bag of ambrosia in his breast pocket sat safe and sound. Vlad's shit was the best ever. And if you were channeling?...and with a pretty girl- like Alex for example, that hell cat- no one was gonna OD. But they might just die of pure bliss.
He was gonna jump in when he realized something was off. The fucking fuck? All party mode shut down as he grabbed his friend's shoulder, stopping him, looking him over. "Duuuuude! The fuck happened to your arm?". From the elbow down, it was just gone.
Goddamn, but he felt like a stab to his chest even as anger flared at whoever's did this. "Are you in trouble, bro? Why didn't you call me?" He nodded to an empty spot at one of the bars.