04-27-2017, 03:10 PM
Don't puke. Don't puke. Don't puke.
He took a sip of Jared's water and it seemed to calm his stomach. Or maybe it was the sheer willpower that kept his food down. Didn't matter. Either way was a win.
Jared's question stuck him odd, though. Nox repeatedly warned against killing himself, something Jay wasn't keen to do. But never did he mention accidentally hurting someone. Suppose that made sense, flinging about imaginary knives and tossing Sage around. Give a deadly weapon to a jumpy man and bad things happen.
"Yeah. Control it. But Vanders, don't tell the Legion."
Jay's voice grew grim, desperate almost. The thought of Jay in war with power at his fingertips terrified him.
He feared what he could do with that much power. War was already a close companion, best not to fall too much in love with it.
Darkness on the periphery of his vision turned his head. Coming up the path was an older man of middle age, dark with gray at the temples, and wearing the black outfit of a priest. Jay glanced nervously at Jared as though the holy man might have guessed at the topic of their whispered conversation.
Jay quickly pushed his sunglasses back over his eyes, hiding the redness of alcohol and the emotion crimping at the edges. His stomach continued to flop inside his shirt, so he let Vanders deal with it.
"Gentlemen, is there something I can help you with?"
He took a sip of Jared's water and it seemed to calm his stomach. Or maybe it was the sheer willpower that kept his food down. Didn't matter. Either way was a win.
Jared's question stuck him odd, though. Nox repeatedly warned against killing himself, something Jay wasn't keen to do. But never did he mention accidentally hurting someone. Suppose that made sense, flinging about imaginary knives and tossing Sage around. Give a deadly weapon to a jumpy man and bad things happen.
"Yeah. Control it. But Vanders, don't tell the Legion."
Jay's voice grew grim, desperate almost. The thought of Jay in war with power at his fingertips terrified him.
He feared what he could do with that much power. War was already a close companion, best not to fall too much in love with it.
Darkness on the periphery of his vision turned his head. Coming up the path was an older man of middle age, dark with gray at the temples, and wearing the black outfit of a priest. Jay glanced nervously at Jared as though the holy man might have guessed at the topic of their whispered conversation.
Jay quickly pushed his sunglasses back over his eyes, hiding the redness of alcohol and the emotion crimping at the edges. His stomach continued to flop inside his shirt, so he let Vanders deal with it.
"Gentlemen, is there something I can help you with?"
Only darkness shows you the light.