10-11-2018, 02:17 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-11-2018, 02:22 PM by Jaxen Marveet.)
Aiden’s reaction was basically exactly what Jaxen anticipated. He’d be a dumb Russian to not expect the bear to snap back when poked. The poor, sad billionaire celebrity whose privacy was invaded. Jaxen’s smile was mockingly sympathetic. What was with the monsieur, too? Wasn’t Aiden Irish? The blend of his accent with something so synonymously French was blending oil with water. It didn’t work. Good for him for trying to sound sophisticated.
“Hey!” Jaxen sniffed for the jab at his pants. He liked his outfit. And vegan leather bettered the environment. Didn’t need to take the attacks below the belt. Though given what he knew about Aiden, maybe below the belt was purposeful. Jaxen grinned. Nobody could blame him. Jaxen was well-aware of his own hotness: traits he did not withhold from the world. Aiden was the prettier of them both with his slick hair, chiseled cheeks and manicured brows or so might be considered by some, but Jaxen had that je ne sais quoi many lacked. See, he could be sophisticated fake French too. Meanwhile, he just waited patiently for the rock star to finish his rant, sipping casually at his drink once in a while, nodding along at the interesting slew of facts to follow.
Finally, the glaze across his eyes came into sharp focus. The Irishman recanted lore that Jaxen himself vaguely recalled in his research. He shifted in his seat, dismissive of the political question to follow. He cared nothing about changing the world for the better. Let other more altruistic gods devote such efforts.
After shifting in his seat, he was more fully positioned before Aiden and stretched like a cat roused from slumber. The movement rippled the bones of his tattoo to life, a snake skeleton that seemed to slither with the stretch. He was near to probing the Irishman for more morsels of Irish lore when warm breath softened his ear. Nox leaned in.
He grinned and awaited an answer to Nox’s query.
“Indeed. Will you be pissing away all your powers to the stage? Not that I disapprove of such uses. Clearly I am in like mind.” He laughed at himself and silently cheered Nox.
A blur of brown hair rushed past like a creek trickling full at the banks. He glanced at the girl, who seemed to choose another companion upon which to flow. Cute girl. But that was about all.
“Hey!” Jaxen sniffed for the jab at his pants. He liked his outfit. And vegan leather bettered the environment. Didn’t need to take the attacks below the belt. Though given what he knew about Aiden, maybe below the belt was purposeful. Jaxen grinned. Nobody could blame him. Jaxen was well-aware of his own hotness: traits he did not withhold from the world. Aiden was the prettier of them both with his slick hair, chiseled cheeks and manicured brows or so might be considered by some, but Jaxen had that je ne sais quoi many lacked. See, he could be sophisticated fake French too. Meanwhile, he just waited patiently for the rock star to finish his rant, sipping casually at his drink once in a while, nodding along at the interesting slew of facts to follow.
Finally, the glaze across his eyes came into sharp focus. The Irishman recanted lore that Jaxen himself vaguely recalled in his research. He shifted in his seat, dismissive of the political question to follow. He cared nothing about changing the world for the better. Let other more altruistic gods devote such efforts.
After shifting in his seat, he was more fully positioned before Aiden and stretched like a cat roused from slumber. The movement rippled the bones of his tattoo to life, a snake skeleton that seemed to slither with the stretch. He was near to probing the Irishman for more morsels of Irish lore when warm breath softened his ear. Nox leaned in.
He grinned and awaited an answer to Nox’s query.
“Indeed. Will you be pissing away all your powers to the stage? Not that I disapprove of such uses. Clearly I am in like mind.” He laughed at himself and silently cheered Nox.
A blur of brown hair rushed past like a creek trickling full at the banks. He glanced at the girl, who seemed to choose another companion upon which to flow. Cute girl. But that was about all.