06-23-2015, 03:29 PM
The contrast from the heated metro tunnels to the Moscow streets on emphasized how much colder it was here than back home. He was glad for his heavy coat.
Once outside, he checked the road signs confirming his direction and continued on his way. Ayden's text had surprised him. Not because she had texted him. She did that all the time. They both did, typing away with their thumbs like teenagers. Course Ayden was far closer to that in age than he was. Still, the excitement and newness of the relationship was still there, though they had settled down into some sense of normalcy pretty easily.
No, what surprised him was the mention of the kid- Nox. He smiled, remembering. Ayden didn't like him much at all. And he understood why. Kid was always saying the wrong things, leering at the wrong time, completely uncaring of the impression he gave.
And yet for all that Connor had liked him almost immediately. Well, not quite. It had started out with a gun in the kid's side. He was Atharim. And yet he wasn't. Or rather, he was an Atharim who could use magic, like Ayden or Hayden or Jensen. He didn't follow their inhuman policies. Trapped from within, he tried to protect others like him. Like he did with Ayden, assigning himself to Ayden.
It seemed odd that, trapped or no, he could like an Atharim. And yet had been all the same. And there were moments- only moments- when Connor saw something almost familiar: a ghost of a smile; embarrassment masked by forced bravado.
Whatever it was, Connor didn't mind. He came around a corner and saw a shop, the one Ayden said they be in front of. After a moment, he looked inside and saw them talking to someone. He opened the door, the chime dinging for all to hear.
Once outside, he checked the road signs confirming his direction and continued on his way. Ayden's text had surprised him. Not because she had texted him. She did that all the time. They both did, typing away with their thumbs like teenagers. Course Ayden was far closer to that in age than he was. Still, the excitement and newness of the relationship was still there, though they had settled down into some sense of normalcy pretty easily.
No, what surprised him was the mention of the kid- Nox. He smiled, remembering. Ayden didn't like him much at all. And he understood why. Kid was always saying the wrong things, leering at the wrong time, completely uncaring of the impression he gave.
And yet for all that Connor had liked him almost immediately. Well, not quite. It had started out with a gun in the kid's side. He was Atharim. And yet he wasn't. Or rather, he was an Atharim who could use magic, like Ayden or Hayden or Jensen. He didn't follow their inhuman policies. Trapped from within, he tried to protect others like him. Like he did with Ayden, assigning himself to Ayden.
It seemed odd that, trapped or no, he could like an Atharim. And yet had been all the same. And there were moments- only moments- when Connor saw something almost familiar: a ghost of a smile; embarrassment masked by forced bravado.
Whatever it was, Connor didn't mind. He came around a corner and saw a shop, the one Ayden said they be in front of. After a moment, he looked inside and saw them talking to someone. He opened the door, the chime dinging for all to hear.