Mik raised an eyebrow at the name, suddenly seeing the guy in a new light. Marveet! Of course! Not like he expected to see a billionaire playboy out in the park getting his ass kicked. His name always came up with the swanky parties and events, places like Kallisti or Almaz or even the Kremlin.
Not jumping around with a bunch of geeks pretending to be Harry Rings of the Shire.
But if Jaxen the Great expected him to fawn or to apologize for beating him, he would be disappointed. Which was why Mik found himself liking the guy. Because he didn't. Full of himself, sure. But so what? Mik was pretty taken with himself too.
Nope.
Mik felt the sense of menace again but before he could even begin to try to follow what had happened there Jaxen's cock suddenly appeared massive. The cod piece was a joke and it seriously looked like another leg.
Mik barked an honest to God laugh. Ok, maybe a bit more. Yeah, he knew it was fake. But that had never bothered him before. Fake boobs or fake dicks, it didn't really matter if it got the appetite going and alla that. Like when you went out to a restaurant, ya know? The menus or signs had these perfect meals displayed. Every part of it carefully placed. Meat had just the right shine, the right wetness. The bright colors of the vegetables. The steam coming off the bowl of borscht, the red deep and rich, thick and savory.
It didn't matter that after looking at that and getting your appetite going, the meal only looked half as good. Didn't matter at all, in fact.
He raises an eyebrown appreciatively, not hiding his study. Then spoke with a smile. "Marveet, huh? I guess I could lay out for some good vodka. None of that silver ice cube, filtered through the Ascendancy's sheets 43 times stuff, obviously. I do want to eat the rest of this year. But, yeah..."
After a brief word Jaxen turned to the nerd crew, pulling out that silver sword. In the main, Mik wasn't into weapons like that. He liked a gun, sure. And I guess there were some wicked looking blades that seemed kinda cool. But mostly, he liked his own style. He reached out again and felt the power flow through him. It felt odd, not having the lighter in his hand. Like he was naked.
Was a nice lesson, though, learning that. And he liked being naked.
Anyway, he kind of let himself sink into the power a bit. At least as much as he dared. Truth was, the power was like the Lady. He looked up and saw her staring at him with Zima's face, emotionless and unimpressed. The definition of resting bitch face. She'd been a bit odd of late. Mercurial, he thought the word was. Like now. Watching him, waiting for him to do something. But if he slipped- slipped, mind, never-mind being knocked over into shit- she would be there to burn him alive from the inside out.
Ahh, but this was the point. Life. Short. Quick. Easy to lose. Better enjoy it. So holding the power he thought about bending air or something. Instead, though, now that he held it, he felt...he didn't know what it was.
But his attention was drawn to Jaxen and the nerd police. Which was odd. No. It was the sword. He stared at it for a bit, trying to decide what color it was or whether it even had one. It looked lighter than air and yet....he felt a sense of solidity even at this distance.
Fucking crazy! He shook his head, trying to shake the feeling. The Lady stared at him, seeming disappointed. Irritated, he let the power go and looked around. She was gone.
That was smart, fuckwad, he thought to himself. That's all he needed. Her pissed at him. One step forward, two steps back.
Well, what was life without risk. You didn't get anywhere playing it safe. And a Marveet promised information. And a Jaxen promised fun.
He wasn't sure which he wanted more.
The fake cock decided him.
Not jumping around with a bunch of geeks pretending to be Harry Rings of the Shire.
But if Jaxen the Great expected him to fawn or to apologize for beating him, he would be disappointed. Which was why Mik found himself liking the guy. Because he didn't. Full of himself, sure. But so what? Mik was pretty taken with himself too.
Nope.
Mik felt the sense of menace again but before he could even begin to try to follow what had happened there Jaxen's cock suddenly appeared massive. The cod piece was a joke and it seriously looked like another leg.
Mik barked an honest to God laugh. Ok, maybe a bit more. Yeah, he knew it was fake. But that had never bothered him before. Fake boobs or fake dicks, it didn't really matter if it got the appetite going and alla that. Like when you went out to a restaurant, ya know? The menus or signs had these perfect meals displayed. Every part of it carefully placed. Meat had just the right shine, the right wetness. The bright colors of the vegetables. The steam coming off the bowl of borscht, the red deep and rich, thick and savory.
It didn't matter that after looking at that and getting your appetite going, the meal only looked half as good. Didn't matter at all, in fact.
He raises an eyebrown appreciatively, not hiding his study. Then spoke with a smile. "Marveet, huh? I guess I could lay out for some good vodka. None of that silver ice cube, filtered through the Ascendancy's sheets 43 times stuff, obviously. I do want to eat the rest of this year. But, yeah..."
After a brief word Jaxen turned to the nerd crew, pulling out that silver sword. In the main, Mik wasn't into weapons like that. He liked a gun, sure. And I guess there were some wicked looking blades that seemed kinda cool. But mostly, he liked his own style. He reached out again and felt the power flow through him. It felt odd, not having the lighter in his hand. Like he was naked.
Was a nice lesson, though, learning that. And he liked being naked.
Anyway, he kind of let himself sink into the power a bit. At least as much as he dared. Truth was, the power was like the Lady. He looked up and saw her staring at him with Zima's face, emotionless and unimpressed. The definition of resting bitch face. She'd been a bit odd of late. Mercurial, he thought the word was. Like now. Watching him, waiting for him to do something. But if he slipped- slipped, mind, never-mind being knocked over into shit- she would be there to burn him alive from the inside out.
Ahh, but this was the point. Life. Short. Quick. Easy to lose. Better enjoy it. So holding the power he thought about bending air or something. Instead, though, now that he held it, he felt...he didn't know what it was.
But his attention was drawn to Jaxen and the nerd police. Which was odd. No. It was the sword. He stared at it for a bit, trying to decide what color it was or whether it even had one. It looked lighter than air and yet....he felt a sense of solidity even at this distance.
Fucking crazy! He shook his head, trying to shake the feeling. The Lady stared at him, seeming disappointed. Irritated, he let the power go and looked around. She was gone.
That was smart, fuckwad, he thought to himself. That's all he needed. Her pissed at him. One step forward, two steps back.
Well, what was life without risk. You didn't get anywhere playing it safe. And a Marveet promised information. And a Jaxen promised fun.
He wasn't sure which he wanted more.
The fake cock decided him.
"Good and ill.
We're like the wind,
we blows both ways."
- Mad Sweeney, American Gods
- Mad Sweeney, American Gods