08-23-2016, 07:25 PM
((Dorian's house is modest compared to other's in the neighborhood, but Cain grew up in an apartment and then lived on the streets, so his internal descriptions of the place might not match up to yours.))
Cain's eyebrows rose. Nox was going to answer some kid's questions about magic and how to use it? That was awfully convenient. Cain could use some questions answered himself. In hindsight he probably should've asked what they were doing before tagging along with his friend, but the redhead would rather run around all day on pointless errands than sit in the hotel room. He supposed it was some kind of karmic justice that he chose to help Nox out (not that he'd really been much help so far) and was rewarded with a quick magic tutorial. It was almost like a video game quest. He stifled a snicker at the thought.
In a word, Cain was not impressed. The house was impressive, sure. In fact it was the biggest house he'd ever seen that someone actually lived in. There were all sorts of castles and things in North England and Scotland that were technically houses. It was at least three floors tall, with its own detached garden. That friend of Nox's probably had to hire a gardener just to take care of it. It was kind of disgusting how wealthy some people were; Cain'd lived in entire apartment buildings smaller than this house before. Regardless, the redhead wasn't the kind of guy that hated wealthy people just for the sake of it... but he couldn't stand wealthy brats whose mummies and daddies had taken care of their every whim.
The kid (okay, he was probably Cain's age) in front of them was the manifestation of everything Cain had grown up hating and resenting. Screaming profanities and yelling at them for being 'late'. The redhead had literally given up everything he owned, fled his home, and lived on the streets for months while he dragged himself to Moscow - all for the chance to learn about his magic. This piece of shite had daddy make a call and got a mentor delivered to his front door, and he was already complaining that they weren't there exactly at the time they said they'd be? The spoiled brat was lucky that Cain's magical trigger was fear, because if it were anger, he'd already be a pool of melted goo on the ground.
For a moment, the magician saw red, but thankfully he limited his reaction to clenched fists. "Sorry, please excuse these poor peasants, my lord,"
Cain gritted out mockingly. "We made the traitorous decision that helping an innocent women out of a dangerous situation was more important that Our Lordship's valuable time. We swear to do better in the future, your highness!"
The redhead capped off the performance with a little bow. The whole thing was heavy handed, but the sarcasm had taken the edge off his anger and Cain no longer felt in danger of punching the smug arse right in the jaw, so overall it was worth it.
((British people call yards 'gardens'.))
Cain's eyebrows rose. Nox was going to answer some kid's questions about magic and how to use it? That was awfully convenient. Cain could use some questions answered himself. In hindsight he probably should've asked what they were doing before tagging along with his friend, but the redhead would rather run around all day on pointless errands than sit in the hotel room. He supposed it was some kind of karmic justice that he chose to help Nox out (not that he'd really been much help so far) and was rewarded with a quick magic tutorial. It was almost like a video game quest. He stifled a snicker at the thought.
In a word, Cain was not impressed. The house was impressive, sure. In fact it was the biggest house he'd ever seen that someone actually lived in. There were all sorts of castles and things in North England and Scotland that were technically houses. It was at least three floors tall, with its own detached garden. That friend of Nox's probably had to hire a gardener just to take care of it. It was kind of disgusting how wealthy some people were; Cain'd lived in entire apartment buildings smaller than this house before. Regardless, the redhead wasn't the kind of guy that hated wealthy people just for the sake of it... but he couldn't stand wealthy brats whose mummies and daddies had taken care of their every whim.
The kid (okay, he was probably Cain's age) in front of them was the manifestation of everything Cain had grown up hating and resenting. Screaming profanities and yelling at them for being 'late'. The redhead had literally given up everything he owned, fled his home, and lived on the streets for months while he dragged himself to Moscow - all for the chance to learn about his magic. This piece of shite had daddy make a call and got a mentor delivered to his front door, and he was already complaining that they weren't there exactly at the time they said they'd be? The spoiled brat was lucky that Cain's magical trigger was fear, because if it were anger, he'd already be a pool of melted goo on the ground.
For a moment, the magician saw red, but thankfully he limited his reaction to clenched fists. "Sorry, please excuse these poor peasants, my lord,"
Cain gritted out mockingly. "We made the traitorous decision that helping an innocent women out of a dangerous situation was more important that Our Lordship's valuable time. We swear to do better in the future, your highness!"
The redhead capped off the performance with a little bow. The whole thing was heavy handed, but the sarcasm had taken the edge off his anger and Cain no longer felt in danger of punching the smug arse right in the jaw, so overall it was worth it.
((British people call yards 'gardens'.))