02-12-2023, 09:56 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-12-2023, 09:57 PM by Jaxen Marveet.)
Oh the victory was sweet. The look on Aiden’s face made everything worth it. The anger narrowing his pretty eyes. The pining after Sage. A wicked pining, ironic given the name of Sage’s dark web alter-ego. Was there a place deep down where Jaxen felt bad for Sage? Possibly? Was it enough to make him think twice about knocking Aiden off his high horse? Just to see him squirm afterward? Not in the least.
And truth be told, Jaxen reveled in the attention. A siphon of the adoration of the world from one god to another. Now, if there was ever a time to test his sexuality, Aiden’s follow-up tongue tangle was it. He was good. Sage was a lucky bastard. Not to mention the hundred other blokes before him. Probably would take a note or two for his back pocket. But what stared after Aiden left him reeling was not the pining. If was the isolation of dust kicked up in defeat. Aiden wasn’t bothered. Wasn’t disturbed. DIdn’t even seem mad. Jaxen should have smirked. Maybe he liked it more than he admitted. But instead, his gaze stalked Aiden as he bounded indoors.
Ah. So Aiden thought Jaxen had just revealed himself? To who? Fucking assholes that thought they had a chance at taking him out? Well they had their one shot,
“Fucking snakes,” Jaxen said under his breath. Uncaring if anyone heard it.
He stalked inside, expression heavy and daring. The pops of light continued behind him.
He had a mind to find Aiden again, just to curl up alongside and whisper a tale about a punk rock waif of a girl kidnapping him in his own car. Ending up in the kind of place the mafia disposed of bodies and the barrel of a gun pointed at his forehead.
The inside was packed. Much more than Jaxen ever remembered. A small smirk of pride bloomed his face. He liked to think he had something to do with it. Of all the assholes that weren’t a god who probably should be, Nox counted in that list. Good for that lucky bastard.
The fluff and feathers of his coat were checked. That left him space to find a wall and leaned against it. Ankles crossed. Just in time to listen to Nox’s warning. The speech left Jaxen nodding. Guy had balls. Big old heavy ones, too. He nodded in approval just as fiery ones shot toward the ceiling.
Did Oriena care that Nox was marking his territory all over her club? Knowing Oriena, probably not in the least.
He couldn’t help but send her a message. A video of Nox went along with it. Hadn’t heard from her in well a long fucking time, but the temptation couldn’t be ignored.
@"Oriena"
Snakes on your plane, princess. Feather boa boy is in charge?
He smirked to himself, and waited for the show. Based on the way Nox was dressed. It was sure to be a good one.
And truth be told, Jaxen reveled in the attention. A siphon of the adoration of the world from one god to another. Now, if there was ever a time to test his sexuality, Aiden’s follow-up tongue tangle was it. He was good. Sage was a lucky bastard. Not to mention the hundred other blokes before him. Probably would take a note or two for his back pocket. But what stared after Aiden left him reeling was not the pining. If was the isolation of dust kicked up in defeat. Aiden wasn’t bothered. Wasn’t disturbed. DIdn’t even seem mad. Jaxen should have smirked. Maybe he liked it more than he admitted. But instead, his gaze stalked Aiden as he bounded indoors.
Ah. So Aiden thought Jaxen had just revealed himself? To who? Fucking assholes that thought they had a chance at taking him out? Well they had their one shot,
“Fucking snakes,” Jaxen said under his breath. Uncaring if anyone heard it.
He stalked inside, expression heavy and daring. The pops of light continued behind him.
He had a mind to find Aiden again, just to curl up alongside and whisper a tale about a punk rock waif of a girl kidnapping him in his own car. Ending up in the kind of place the mafia disposed of bodies and the barrel of a gun pointed at his forehead.
The inside was packed. Much more than Jaxen ever remembered. A small smirk of pride bloomed his face. He liked to think he had something to do with it. Of all the assholes that weren’t a god who probably should be, Nox counted in that list. Good for that lucky bastard.
The fluff and feathers of his coat were checked. That left him space to find a wall and leaned against it. Ankles crossed. Just in time to listen to Nox’s warning. The speech left Jaxen nodding. Guy had balls. Big old heavy ones, too. He nodded in approval just as fiery ones shot toward the ceiling.
Did Oriena care that Nox was marking his territory all over her club? Knowing Oriena, probably not in the least.
He couldn’t help but send her a message. A video of Nox went along with it. Hadn’t heard from her in well a long fucking time, but the temptation couldn’t be ignored.
@"Oriena"
Snakes on your plane, princess. Feather boa boy is in charge?
He smirked to himself, and waited for the show. Based on the way Nox was dressed. It was sure to be a good one.