07-27-2016, 02:56 PM
Dane didn't care about their pretty little stories. It was like enduring tales of magical puberty. Who came into their powers how? Pish posh.
He stopped humming after that.
Neither did he care to describe his first time. He recalled it clearly, of course. Eventually putting two and two together as to when it occurred. Dark alley after a night at the theatre. Guns. A man in a sweater. Falling against a dumpster. Crying. And fear. So much fear.
"I don't want to talk about it."
Thankfully the topic shifted. He found himself thinking of Aria. Sweet, deadly Aria. "Does she still live in the same place by the bookstore?" He had never been invited inside of course. But that didn't mean he had never been there. But he liked the idea of her tracking him down. Finding him. Thinking about him. Wanting to see him.
"Never mind. Yes. Tell her I am here. Tell her I want her to find me." Thoughts of Aria lifted his mood again.
Talk of the Atharim didn't bother him. He was already aware of Nox's affiliation. It was why he came today. Neither had the Atharim ever bothered him, unlike apparently they had Cain.
Funny how right they were about gods of old terrorizing people. Yet they executed naïve blokes like Cain and left Mockingbird alone.
Cain asked the question directly, but Dane answered. "Yes he's one of them. But I already asked if he was going to kill himself and he said no." He shrugged.
The tunnels were turning filthy. And what was that wretched smell?
He stopped humming after that.
Neither did he care to describe his first time. He recalled it clearly, of course. Eventually putting two and two together as to when it occurred. Dark alley after a night at the theatre. Guns. A man in a sweater. Falling against a dumpster. Crying. And fear. So much fear.
"I don't want to talk about it."
Thankfully the topic shifted. He found himself thinking of Aria. Sweet, deadly Aria. "Does she still live in the same place by the bookstore?" He had never been invited inside of course. But that didn't mean he had never been there. But he liked the idea of her tracking him down. Finding him. Thinking about him. Wanting to see him.
"Never mind. Yes. Tell her I am here. Tell her I want her to find me." Thoughts of Aria lifted his mood again.
Talk of the Atharim didn't bother him. He was already aware of Nox's affiliation. It was why he came today. Neither had the Atharim ever bothered him, unlike apparently they had Cain.
Funny how right they were about gods of old terrorizing people. Yet they executed naïve blokes like Cain and left Mockingbird alone.
Cain asked the question directly, but Dane answered. "Yes he's one of them. But I already asked if he was going to kill himself and he said no." He shrugged.
The tunnels were turning filthy. And what was that wretched smell?