12-14-2016, 10:23 PM
He was aware of her movement as she slithered into the chair. He kept the direction of his gaze averted, though. Fixed on the pianist. They could kill her together. The musician wouldn't be physically demanding, but what did it matter to fight back when gods were involved?
She claimed she didn't know how she hurt him. He always assumed Aria was a liar. It didn't bother him, until now, when a twinge of irritation bubbled to the surface. He didn't want to explain himself.
He didn't recoil from her approaching hand, merely looked down at it like it was the appendage to some alien being. This soft spoken, well dressed Aria was a façade. He knew who she really was; the woman that shared his table was a lie. The fact that someone else also knew the truth burned him.
He said one word as explanation, and despite the jealousy inside, his expression remained perfectly neutral. He was also a well practiced liar.
"Nox."
She claimed she didn't know how she hurt him. He always assumed Aria was a liar. It didn't bother him, until now, when a twinge of irritation bubbled to the surface. He didn't want to explain himself.
He didn't recoil from her approaching hand, merely looked down at it like it was the appendage to some alien being. This soft spoken, well dressed Aria was a façade. He knew who she really was; the woman that shared his table was a lie. The fact that someone else also knew the truth burned him.
He said one word as explanation, and despite the jealousy inside, his expression remained perfectly neutral. He was also a well practiced liar.
"Nox."