Connections

[Nox]

It wasn't the first time Oriena had referred to him as an angel. She'd drawn a pair of wings on the name tag and Sage's party -- that Jaxen had taken over. Though there was more to it than that -- the Russian he hadn't understood.

Ori's mother fled, and there was a spot of blood at the corner of Oriena's eyes. Nox lay on the ground on the crumbled chair and closed his eyes. "Do you want me to leave?" He asked before rolling towards her and then sitting up not far from where she'd knelt to help her mother.

He collected the chair and examined the pieces both with his eyes and the power and pulled the pieces together and fused them back. Probably better than new from the looks of the others that sat in the small room. He then took a moment to look at Ori and dared to reach across the distance to the red cheek and the new blooded scratch from the rosary. He ran his finger across the spot and then dropped his hand. Tender wasn't their thing, not that he didn't feel it. He'd come for connection and while he found it.

He knew she'd be angry with the things he'd seen, so he didn't mention it. He gave her a shit eating grin. "So a nice Russian boy? Not some American slag like me." He teased raising his eyebrows a couple of times suggestively before insulting himself.