Painted Dreams

[Nox]

Nox shook his head. It wasn't her fault. He just didn't know how, or why but it didn't matter, there were always going to be things he didn't understand. He'd leave that to Cruz and Sage and whoever else the fuck wanted to ask questions. "It's fine. I wasn't expecting it." Nox closed the sketchbook and pulled another one closer and hoped he didn't find anything else he remembered in them. But it wasn't Thalia's fault.

Even in a sprial Thalia had a way of making him smile. Totally taking him off guard again, the smile blooming over the bad memories. "I don't make a habit of ruining a good cake eating session." He turned his hand to hold hers and squeezed before letting go. "Your secret is safe with me."

Nox added. "Besides it's not like I'm part of their cult anymore. I'm probably number one or two on their list of must die now people." Considering he knew all about them, and their organization and was a trecherous reborn god. But Nox didn't care. The same things that kept him hidden from the world would keep him hidden from the Atharim and Yun. And if anyone was tracking his wallet Sage would know and alert him, or even send him a new one. Nox wasn't worried about getting caught now that he was on the move again. He'd lived too long like a vagabond to be bothered by it. Though a good bed and a great shower were going to be luxuries, same with a good kitchen to cook in. But Nox would make due.

"Do you have any interpretations of your images?" Nox smiled. "Like what they might mean?" Nox pointed at a few that he got some of the images. "This is a wolfkin, like the painting on the wall in there. That's your's too isn't it?" Nox was glad to change the topic. He didn't want to talk about him. So much easier to talk about someone else.