05-28-2020, 07:08 PM
Nox snickered at Raffe's comment about doing things backwards. He didn't have much to say about it though it was what it was. And Nox had cooked for Raffe before. Just not in a real kitchen.
It was a task just making himself walk outside. Nox reached through the sludged and grappled with the slickness to seize the power inside. He wasn't going to go unarmed around any Atharim. Even if he had been the one calling him.
He shouted as Nox exited the house locking the door behind him. If shit hit the fan he didn't want the Atharim getting inside easily. The people - person - he cared about the most was sitting inside. And that realization made Nox turn and look back at the door. Maybe this had been a mistake. But it was what it was now. And he'd make sure it went over without a hitch. But the words that spewed venom out of the Atharim's mouth made Nox cringe. He wanted to say he begged for nothing. Which in most cases was true. Lingering thoughts of moments before made him warm inside, and the darkness and desires stirred unable to find a foothold as they slid around the emptinees of the power.
Six feet away from the Atharim Nox smiled. "There is trouble in the tunnels. And your scientists need to look into the matter. But I came for a more personal reason. You are a godling. Did you ever wonder why I looked right at you at the hospital? How I knew you were after me?"
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Christan led Nox's friend - or was it more boyfriend. He'd never really known Nox to bring home people he didn't deem worthy of affection. Elyse had ended badly, and Ana was concerned for both of the children. She felt they were her's regardless of blood. Christian would have to impose that upon Nox so he wouldn't stay away. Ana wanted the sons and daughters she's received because Cruz had learned to channel. That word still felt strange - talking about it much the same.
"Something strong, or something to wet the whistle?" Christian added as he stepped into the kitchen.
He started a pot of water on the stove. Ana would like a cup of tea - he was sure of it. He busied himself with the serving of drinks before he turned to look at the man Nox had brought home. "Tell me he's alright. Aside from the missing arm. He's not living on the streets. He's eating well. He'll tell me all the things I want to hear so he doesn't worry Ana. We do not like the way he left, or that he left at all. He's too stubborn for his own good. Not that Dorian is much better, but..." Christian sighed. "Just tell me he's alright."
It was a task just making himself walk outside. Nox reached through the sludged and grappled with the slickness to seize the power inside. He wasn't going to go unarmed around any Atharim. Even if he had been the one calling him.
He shouted as Nox exited the house locking the door behind him. If shit hit the fan he didn't want the Atharim getting inside easily. The people - person - he cared about the most was sitting inside. And that realization made Nox turn and look back at the door. Maybe this had been a mistake. But it was what it was now. And he'd make sure it went over without a hitch. But the words that spewed venom out of the Atharim's mouth made Nox cringe. He wanted to say he begged for nothing. Which in most cases was true. Lingering thoughts of moments before made him warm inside, and the darkness and desires stirred unable to find a foothold as they slid around the emptinees of the power.
Six feet away from the Atharim Nox smiled. "There is trouble in the tunnels. And your scientists need to look into the matter. But I came for a more personal reason. You are a godling. Did you ever wonder why I looked right at you at the hospital? How I knew you were after me?"
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Christan led Nox's friend - or was it more boyfriend. He'd never really known Nox to bring home people he didn't deem worthy of affection. Elyse had ended badly, and Ana was concerned for both of the children. She felt they were her's regardless of blood. Christian would have to impose that upon Nox so he wouldn't stay away. Ana wanted the sons and daughters she's received because Cruz had learned to channel. That word still felt strange - talking about it much the same.
"Something strong, or something to wet the whistle?" Christian added as he stepped into the kitchen.
He started a pot of water on the stove. Ana would like a cup of tea - he was sure of it. He busied himself with the serving of drinks before he turned to look at the man Nox had brought home. "Tell me he's alright. Aside from the missing arm. He's not living on the streets. He's eating well. He'll tell me all the things I want to hear so he doesn't worry Ana. We do not like the way he left, or that he left at all. He's too stubborn for his own good. Not that Dorian is much better, but..." Christian sighed. "Just tell me he's alright."
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