01-12-2017, 12:03 PM
There was no way this was going to end well. Nox envisioned himself falling and knew he couldn't keep that up with each hand and foot hold he took the effort was taxing not only his body, but his mind. What the fuck was he doing?
Nox had past three sets of windows before he looked for Kali. She was above him in that sleek black dress and he had an inappropriate view. The sight made the next foot hold slip and Nox hung from the building with a strong grasp before he found his footing again. Fuck!
His hands were aching now. He couldn't look up, he couldn't look down. He was fucked. Nox clung to the wall with his eyes clamped shut and took deep breathes to settle his erratic breathing and slow the pace of his heart. In... Out... In... and on until Nox could open his eyes. One hand over the next and Nox moved up another few hand holds before he reached Kali where she sat on a ledge.
The ledge was barely big enough to put one leg, but Nox sat carefully and looked across to Kali who's grin was wide and full of madness. You had to be mad to think this was fun.
It wasn't fun - it was thrilling - it was risky. Those things Nox liked, but he didn't find it fun in the least. His fear wouldn't be the best of him - not ever. This was no different than fighting through the tattoo on his arm. The memory of Lucas' careful drawing and his touch on his skin made Nox feel like retching. He'd died because of Aria. So many people were dying because of her. There was no telling who was next. She was awol right now, he should just leave it be, but Aria was dangerous - even more dangerous than he was - and that was by Atharim standards.
Nox's gaze returned to Kali who was watching him with that same smile. She stood up with ease on the ledge and lifted the hem of her dress up past her hip revealing exactly what he'd seen from below but without any hindrance. And as quickly as she'd lifted it the black silky material slide back in place. "More next one."
Nox looked down and sighed as his heart jumped into his throat. It was time to start up again.
Nox had past three sets of windows before he looked for Kali. She was above him in that sleek black dress and he had an inappropriate view. The sight made the next foot hold slip and Nox hung from the building with a strong grasp before he found his footing again. Fuck!
His hands were aching now. He couldn't look up, he couldn't look down. He was fucked. Nox clung to the wall with his eyes clamped shut and took deep breathes to settle his erratic breathing and slow the pace of his heart. In... Out... In... and on until Nox could open his eyes. One hand over the next and Nox moved up another few hand holds before he reached Kali where she sat on a ledge.
The ledge was barely big enough to put one leg, but Nox sat carefully and looked across to Kali who's grin was wide and full of madness. You had to be mad to think this was fun.
It wasn't fun - it was thrilling - it was risky. Those things Nox liked, but he didn't find it fun in the least. His fear wouldn't be the best of him - not ever. This was no different than fighting through the tattoo on his arm. The memory of Lucas' careful drawing and his touch on his skin made Nox feel like retching. He'd died because of Aria. So many people were dying because of her. There was no telling who was next. She was awol right now, he should just leave it be, but Aria was dangerous - even more dangerous than he was - and that was by Atharim standards.
Nox's gaze returned to Kali who was watching him with that same smile. She stood up with ease on the ledge and lifted the hem of her dress up past her hip revealing exactly what he'd seen from below but without any hindrance. And as quickly as she'd lifted it the black silky material slide back in place. "More next one."
Nox looked down and sighed as his heart jumped into his throat. It was time to start up again.
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