06-16-2015, 01:01 PM
Ayden felt almost left out when the boys were checking their wallets. Almost, she only had two people who had the number, Emily and Connor. She was still very paranoid about technology tracking her whereabouts.
It was odd watching the two different men read, one stayed calm never even an emotion like something unimportant had come to view, but it had to be checked in the middle of a conversation. Nox, on the other hand, his emotions played on his face. Ayden could tell what it was really, but it all played out through the tension in his jaw and the look in his eyes.
When he looked up he showed a picture of a rather pretty girl on his wallet. Her blonde hair and blue eyes were nothing like his brown everything. His sister? Hardly probably some trollop he'd shagged and was stalking. Though he was fabricating one hell of a story if she wasn't truly his sister, but he was Atharim, part of some secret organization for thousands of years. The could probably tell all sorts of lies with a straight face.
She looked back at him, the worry and the fear were etched on the lines of his face. He really was worried about her, even if she was some slut he'd been with, he was worried. Ayden softened, something deep inside said that she had to help, that she needed to help. She straightened and tried to fight the desire to help this boy, this Atharim, but the picture of the girl called to her. She had to help her. Ayden shook her head finally, "No I haven't. Maybe I can help?"
It was odd watching the two different men read, one stayed calm never even an emotion like something unimportant had come to view, but it had to be checked in the middle of a conversation. Nox, on the other hand, his emotions played on his face. Ayden could tell what it was really, but it all played out through the tension in his jaw and the look in his eyes.
When he looked up he showed a picture of a rather pretty girl on his wallet. Her blonde hair and blue eyes were nothing like his brown everything. His sister? Hardly probably some trollop he'd shagged and was stalking. Though he was fabricating one hell of a story if she wasn't truly his sister, but he was Atharim, part of some secret organization for thousands of years. The could probably tell all sorts of lies with a straight face.
She looked back at him, the worry and the fear were etched on the lines of his face. He really was worried about her, even if she was some slut he'd been with, he was worried. Ayden softened, something deep inside said that she had to help, that she needed to help. She straightened and tried to fight the desire to help this boy, this Atharim, but the picture of the girl called to her. She had to help her. Ayden shook her head finally, "No I haven't. Maybe I can help?"