11-08-2024, 08:14 PM
The kitchen looked like something out of a holiday movie—warm light spilling across the countertops, the air thick with the scent of spices and roasted meat. Someone was bustling at the stove, cooking up a feast for a house full of guests.
As introductions were made, Seven hung back, staying close to Hayden out of polite respect for their host. He hadn’t expected to see him here.
Nox was different now, almost unrecognizable from the performer Seven remembered. The last time they’d crossed paths was at Kallisti, the club where Nox had mesmerized the crowd, summoning a wave of aurora lights that danced across the ceiling. Seven had watched, spellbound, caught in the strange, magnetic pull of Nox’s energy.
Before that, he’d seen the violent confrontation between Nox and Jay—a brutal fight that had left an impression on everyone who witnessed it. This morning, though, Nox wore a different aura entirely, the intense energy subdued into something calmer, but no less captivating.
“We have met before, briefly,” Seven said when they were finally introduced, nodding with a slight smile. “I’m still curious about how you created that blue flame hair. It was… unforgettable.”
He remembered that night well—the people, the music, the way everyone seemed to gravitate toward Nox. Seven had been busy mingling, drawn into one conversation after another, but he’d kept one eye on the performer, waiting for a chance to speak. Now the chance came.
As introductions were made, Seven hung back, staying close to Hayden out of polite respect for their host. He hadn’t expected to see him here.
Nox was different now, almost unrecognizable from the performer Seven remembered. The last time they’d crossed paths was at Kallisti, the club where Nox had mesmerized the crowd, summoning a wave of aurora lights that danced across the ceiling. Seven had watched, spellbound, caught in the strange, magnetic pull of Nox’s energy.
Before that, he’d seen the violent confrontation between Nox and Jay—a brutal fight that had left an impression on everyone who witnessed it. This morning, though, Nox wore a different aura entirely, the intense energy subdued into something calmer, but no less captivating.
“We have met before, briefly,” Seven said when they were finally introduced, nodding with a slight smile. “I’m still curious about how you created that blue flame hair. It was… unforgettable.”
He remembered that night well—the people, the music, the way everyone seemed to gravitate toward Nox. Seven had been busy mingling, drawn into one conversation after another, but he’d kept one eye on the performer, waiting for a chance to speak. Now the chance came.