03-17-2023, 01:40 AM
((Alright Meera, you snooze you lose a little piece of Jaxen. Maybe next time. *winkwink))
After the embarrassing little incident of kicking a handicap person’s chair was done and over with, the orb of light filled his palm once more. It rolled in his hand like a marble, haphazard and random. Clearly from an unnatural source what with the light leaking around those magic fingers of his. The second act started just as Jaxen finished snaking his way to the other side of the room. A few irritated glances followed his disruptive brightness, and with a smirk he promptly accommodated the falling darkness by smothering the light once more. Good timing. By then, he knew exactly where he was going.
He slipped into a chair just as the the audience began to whoop and holler. Their star returned to the stage. Jaxen couldn’t help but look himself. Nox was a grim reaper-version of Hades now, at least a sexier version anyway. Black flowed from his shoulders, muscular arms bare. Well, arm, he self-corrected. Interesting. Had he always had that? Jaxen shook off the question. Couldn't remember anyway.
A woman occupied the table he chose, and he had to squeeze into the edge of the seat to get a spot, but a not-so-apologetic scooting put him on the cushion next to her. She made room, but given it was Jaxen who had joined her, she didn’t make too much of it. He didn't blame her. Who wouldn't want to keep him close? He met her roaming eyes with a playful smile of his own. She was a blonde with streaks of pink woven through her hair. She wore snug pants and a belly baring crop-top. Her arms were sculpted and muscular. No snake tattoo he could see, but that didn’t mean much. Importantly, she had glared at the orb of light and snuffing it out did nothing to disarm her irritation. So was it the light? Or was it the channeling? Only one way to find out.
“You think we’ll get a Megara in this version?” he leaned near enough she could hear him over the music. “She was always my favorite. Smokin’ hot cartoon!” No need to exaggerate on that. Those pretty hands of his made the suggestive outline of a woman’s figure, not offensive of course. It was all in good tease.
But as he did, he accidentally bumped the lady at the next table. Shit. What was with the bumping into everyone? It was too damn crowded in here. He much preferred Kallisti as he found it last time. Mostly empty and Oriena dancing on strings.
He shrugged apologetically when the woman looked over, though his gaze settled quite naturally on the Bindi on her forehead. He hadn’t seen one in a while, not so up close anyway. His smile dragged into memory then.
Since he had her attention. Might as well throw her one of those Jaxen smiles. "Having fun?"
After the embarrassing little incident of kicking a handicap person’s chair was done and over with, the orb of light filled his palm once more. It rolled in his hand like a marble, haphazard and random. Clearly from an unnatural source what with the light leaking around those magic fingers of his. The second act started just as Jaxen finished snaking his way to the other side of the room. A few irritated glances followed his disruptive brightness, and with a smirk he promptly accommodated the falling darkness by smothering the light once more. Good timing. By then, he knew exactly where he was going.
He slipped into a chair just as the the audience began to whoop and holler. Their star returned to the stage. Jaxen couldn’t help but look himself. Nox was a grim reaper-version of Hades now, at least a sexier version anyway. Black flowed from his shoulders, muscular arms bare. Well, arm, he self-corrected. Interesting. Had he always had that? Jaxen shook off the question. Couldn't remember anyway.
A woman occupied the table he chose, and he had to squeeze into the edge of the seat to get a spot, but a not-so-apologetic scooting put him on the cushion next to her. She made room, but given it was Jaxen who had joined her, she didn’t make too much of it. He didn't blame her. Who wouldn't want to keep him close? He met her roaming eyes with a playful smile of his own. She was a blonde with streaks of pink woven through her hair. She wore snug pants and a belly baring crop-top. Her arms were sculpted and muscular. No snake tattoo he could see, but that didn’t mean much. Importantly, she had glared at the orb of light and snuffing it out did nothing to disarm her irritation. So was it the light? Or was it the channeling? Only one way to find out.
“You think we’ll get a Megara in this version?” he leaned near enough she could hear him over the music. “She was always my favorite. Smokin’ hot cartoon!” No need to exaggerate on that. Those pretty hands of his made the suggestive outline of a woman’s figure, not offensive of course. It was all in good tease.
But as he did, he accidentally bumped the lady at the next table. Shit. What was with the bumping into everyone? It was too damn crowded in here. He much preferred Kallisti as he found it last time. Mostly empty and Oriena dancing on strings.
He shrugged apologetically when the woman looked over, though his gaze settled quite naturally on the Bindi on her forehead. He hadn’t seen one in a while, not so up close anyway. His smile dragged into memory then.
Since he had her attention. Might as well throw her one of those Jaxen smiles. "Having fun?"