11-12-2015, 04:20 PM
Scion's expression was limited of patience. He watched Jaxen expectantly, but found the lack of anything happening to be a waste of time. The absurdly juvenile smirk on his son's face sharpened the bite to Scion's tone. "Well? Is something suppose to be happening?"
Jaxen's attention meanwhile had faded from his father, shifting instead into the painful light growing beneath the skin. It diffused his bones and filled his lungs with a rolling heat thicker than any bathhouse sauna.
Jaxen's face cocked to one side, peering more sideways than not as his eyes focused on what only he could see. Somewhere behind him he heard Matvei say something. While his older sibling's voice was louder and sharper than normal, Jaxen ignored him. Instead, it was with Tarin's voice echoing in the back of his mind that he mentally clamped onto one of the flavors of the light and molded it into some semblance of a form.
A white light, purer than the piercing brightness of a star, exploded in the room around him. With Jaxen at its epicenter, his eyes were shielded, but Matvei, Stanislav and Scion threw their faces behind their arms in painful cries. Jaxen's heart pounded self-applause in his chest. He hadn't known the exact outcome of what would happen, only that twisting light into a knot would make it implode upon itself.
A string of curses in their native born tongue echoed behin him, but it was Scion patting at the edge of his desk with one hand and rubbing his eyes with the other that revealed exactly what happened. "You're blinded aren't you?"
Jaxen asked. Scion's head turned toward the direction of his son, but Jaxen had moved closer to pat his father on the arm and direct him into a chair. "I didn't know that would happen, but it's interesting."
Scion scowled and clamped his hand down on Jaxen's wrist.
"You did that! You idiot I'm blind!"
Scion yelled, but even as he did, blurry images were reforming on the periphery.
Jaxen shoved his father's hand away and shrugged. Power continued to pulse within his grasp, but he felt the demonstration was sufficient for now. "It shouldn't be permanent."
He said blandly and helped himself to his father's computer screens, quickly and silently scooping up the data on Voxel Adams as he did. That blindness trick would be helpful in getting past unwanted eyes, and as his stash of loot had been confiscated, he would need to plan more ventures in an effort to restock. Perhaps to go visit the Kremlin as he originally intended when he returned to Moscow in the first place.
"This was a fun talk, but I apparently need to find myself a job. Later."
He waved, although the boys didn't see his goodbye, they heard the door open and close behind him as he left.
***
Irina was impressed with her guests reaction to the tale. She was more than happy to continue regaling them with such stories, but the return of her son stole any such thought. Jaxen strolled in looking no worse for wear for having come from speaking with Scion. He was certainly cleaner. "I see you survived whatever your father had to say."
She pat the seat next to her, summoning him, but Jaxen shook his head.
"I need to get home while I can still get in the front door."
He crossed and kissed his mother on the forehead, then turned to Sierra and Elias. "That'll be Moscow City. If you need a lift into downtown, that's where I'm heading. And I'll be driving myself."
He wondered if Elias sensed the act of power that took place in his father's office, although it was minuscule compared to the surges Elias constructed back at the river.
Jaxen's attention meanwhile had faded from his father, shifting instead into the painful light growing beneath the skin. It diffused his bones and filled his lungs with a rolling heat thicker than any bathhouse sauna.
Jaxen's face cocked to one side, peering more sideways than not as his eyes focused on what only he could see. Somewhere behind him he heard Matvei say something. While his older sibling's voice was louder and sharper than normal, Jaxen ignored him. Instead, it was with Tarin's voice echoing in the back of his mind that he mentally clamped onto one of the flavors of the light and molded it into some semblance of a form.
A white light, purer than the piercing brightness of a star, exploded in the room around him. With Jaxen at its epicenter, his eyes were shielded, but Matvei, Stanislav and Scion threw their faces behind their arms in painful cries. Jaxen's heart pounded self-applause in his chest. He hadn't known the exact outcome of what would happen, only that twisting light into a knot would make it implode upon itself.
A string of curses in their native born tongue echoed behin him, but it was Scion patting at the edge of his desk with one hand and rubbing his eyes with the other that revealed exactly what happened. "You're blinded aren't you?"
Jaxen asked. Scion's head turned toward the direction of his son, but Jaxen had moved closer to pat his father on the arm and direct him into a chair. "I didn't know that would happen, but it's interesting."
Scion scowled and clamped his hand down on Jaxen's wrist.
"You did that! You idiot I'm blind!"
Scion yelled, but even as he did, blurry images were reforming on the periphery.
Jaxen shoved his father's hand away and shrugged. Power continued to pulse within his grasp, but he felt the demonstration was sufficient for now. "It shouldn't be permanent."
He said blandly and helped himself to his father's computer screens, quickly and silently scooping up the data on Voxel Adams as he did. That blindness trick would be helpful in getting past unwanted eyes, and as his stash of loot had been confiscated, he would need to plan more ventures in an effort to restock. Perhaps to go visit the Kremlin as he originally intended when he returned to Moscow in the first place.
"This was a fun talk, but I apparently need to find myself a job. Later."
He waved, although the boys didn't see his goodbye, they heard the door open and close behind him as he left.
***
Irina was impressed with her guests reaction to the tale. She was more than happy to continue regaling them with such stories, but the return of her son stole any such thought. Jaxen strolled in looking no worse for wear for having come from speaking with Scion. He was certainly cleaner. "I see you survived whatever your father had to say."
She pat the seat next to her, summoning him, but Jaxen shook his head.
"I need to get home while I can still get in the front door."
He crossed and kissed his mother on the forehead, then turned to Sierra and Elias. "That'll be Moscow City. If you need a lift into downtown, that's where I'm heading. And I'll be driving myself."
He wondered if Elias sensed the act of power that took place in his father's office, although it was minuscule compared to the surges Elias constructed back at the river.