09-21-2013, 05:57 AM
Jaxen's mood must have rubbed up against Oriena. Or she literally at that moment sprouted red. Either way, a sharp guillotine separated her politically correct tone as owner and the scoffed expression of a pissed off broad. Jaxen was little amused by her cat and mouse game. Especially when he was the mouse.
He flicked a cold gaze upward from fixing the cufflink back to the sleeve to stare at her, unblinking, and eye to eye. "Please,"
he said flatly and dismissed the rest.
His line of sight pivoted back to the table where the pile of cards waited for the next round. Nobody seemed too eager to move on. Or maybe Jaxen's world was only blurred by the lenses of personal demons he could not explain. But before they swallowed him whole, like Oriena's cat gulping down its prey, or more accurately, a snake swallowing its dinner, the familiar streak of defiance that inked that tattoo now burned his veins. It flooded warmth and power from the inside out, prickling his skin with warmth born within. It brought him across the barrier of self-destruction and made him king of this world once more. Much like Oriena's happy place - standing on the world is about right sweetheart - he glanced at her, noticing details about her skin, the flecks of color in her eyes, and the ridge of garments beneath her dress that he'd not noticed before. He was blithely smirking without even realizing it, and drank in more of the sharp pain of joy and life, feeding an aggressive imagination working through any number of scenes for how a night with her could play out. If she were so lucky, that is.
Lustful look withdrawn, a far cry different than the last bullet of sarcasm aimed her direction, he snagged a second card from the pile and without looking up to notice whether Oriena's task was complete, he wrote down his next number.
Spoiler: click to toggle
1
He flipped the card against his knees and caught Jon's eye as though about to address the group. It was then that two and two finally put themselves together.
Though deep and dark, the mere consideration of snakes had sent his head to the edge of panic and to catch himself from falling over, he turned straight to the thing that was sure to save him. On a conscious level he knew what he'd done. That he'd been sitting there goddamn holding the very fucking Power he'd meant to hide from Jon until a more fortuitous moment presented itself.
He stared at the drunk man, willing him to keep his mouth shut for once. Tony's warnings shot through the back of his mind, but Jaxen had little idea how to make the Power work should something happen. Except at moments of instinct, all he could really do at this point was take and release it at will. Usually, anyway. He was going to have to do a much better job of staying on top of that in the future.
Edited by Jaxen Marveet, Sep 21 2013, 06:00 AM.
He flicked a cold gaze upward from fixing the cufflink back to the sleeve to stare at her, unblinking, and eye to eye. "Please,"
he said flatly and dismissed the rest.
His line of sight pivoted back to the table where the pile of cards waited for the next round. Nobody seemed too eager to move on. Or maybe Jaxen's world was only blurred by the lenses of personal demons he could not explain. But before they swallowed him whole, like Oriena's cat gulping down its prey, or more accurately, a snake swallowing its dinner, the familiar streak of defiance that inked that tattoo now burned his veins. It flooded warmth and power from the inside out, prickling his skin with warmth born within. It brought him across the barrier of self-destruction and made him king of this world once more. Much like Oriena's happy place - standing on the world is about right sweetheart - he glanced at her, noticing details about her skin, the flecks of color in her eyes, and the ridge of garments beneath her dress that he'd not noticed before. He was blithely smirking without even realizing it, and drank in more of the sharp pain of joy and life, feeding an aggressive imagination working through any number of scenes for how a night with her could play out. If she were so lucky, that is.
Lustful look withdrawn, a far cry different than the last bullet of sarcasm aimed her direction, he snagged a second card from the pile and without looking up to notice whether Oriena's task was complete, he wrote down his next number.
Spoiler: click to toggle
1
He flipped the card against his knees and caught Jon's eye as though about to address the group. It was then that two and two finally put themselves together.
Though deep and dark, the mere consideration of snakes had sent his head to the edge of panic and to catch himself from falling over, he turned straight to the thing that was sure to save him. On a conscious level he knew what he'd done. That he'd been sitting there goddamn holding the very fucking Power he'd meant to hide from Jon until a more fortuitous moment presented itself.
He stared at the drunk man, willing him to keep his mouth shut for once. Tony's warnings shot through the back of his mind, but Jaxen had little idea how to make the Power work should something happen. Except at moments of instinct, all he could really do at this point was take and release it at will. Usually, anyway. He was going to have to do a much better job of staying on top of that in the future.
Edited by Jaxen Marveet, Sep 21 2013, 06:00 AM.