08-04-2016, 09:29 PM
The club's soft music made a cushion for the mind. Jaxen let his wander worlds away, navigating memories of a gambit, playfully mixed with power.
A thrust of the arm in the air summoned beverages. Like a good Russian, theirs was vodka on ice, twist of lime. Vodka before business, his father would have said. With the first swallows, to business they turned.
Manix's theory pricked at the edges of his mind. Circles and time swirled, barely seen, like snakes in the grass. Snakes encircling the entire globe...
Manix fell quiet, and Jaxen soon learned why.
She slipped into their booth, the seductive owner of the club. She sat next to Manix to toy with him. Those fingers might as well be claws hooking into his chest. Or else she sat to keep the better looking man in view.
Again, he was tempted to copy Manix and introduce himself as a member of Clan Marveet. After his eyes hovered momentarily on the thread of earth twining her throat, he chose something else entirely.
He ignored her.
Jaxen's slippery gaze fell back to his companion, lips quirked coy around the rim of his glass.
Tarin said something about time. Jaxen once asked just how ancient were The Ancients, to which the teacher answered, 'since the beginning of time.'
"Why do you care about this power popping up eons ago or eons in the future? It doesn't effect us living and breathing now."
He'd never been a student of history, or given more value to legends than the entertainment of a good fairy tale.
"Unless there's something to be gained?"
A thrust of the arm in the air summoned beverages. Like a good Russian, theirs was vodka on ice, twist of lime. Vodka before business, his father would have said. With the first swallows, to business they turned.
Manix's theory pricked at the edges of his mind. Circles and time swirled, barely seen, like snakes in the grass. Snakes encircling the entire globe...
Manix fell quiet, and Jaxen soon learned why.
She slipped into their booth, the seductive owner of the club. She sat next to Manix to toy with him. Those fingers might as well be claws hooking into his chest. Or else she sat to keep the better looking man in view.
Again, he was tempted to copy Manix and introduce himself as a member of Clan Marveet. After his eyes hovered momentarily on the thread of earth twining her throat, he chose something else entirely.
He ignored her.
Jaxen's slippery gaze fell back to his companion, lips quirked coy around the rim of his glass.
Tarin said something about time. Jaxen once asked just how ancient were The Ancients, to which the teacher answered, 'since the beginning of time.'
"Why do you care about this power popping up eons ago or eons in the future? It doesn't effect us living and breathing now."
He'd never been a student of history, or given more value to legends than the entertainment of a good fairy tale.
"Unless there's something to be gained?"