10-16-2018, 02:23 PM
Cruz followed the rockstar. He couldn't help but admire her from behind. Though he had a girlfriend. Though he hadn't really seen her much since he got sick. He might have to see if she wanted to come stay here - in her own room of course. Otherwise he might never get to see her alone. Specially now after the Atharim tried to kill Nox once already and he was flying blind. They all missed his and his father's insider view.
The man on the ground was ushered inside and his dad took charge. Cruz was torn between going back outside to continue with the traps, or to listen to his father. His curiosity overcame him and he lingered outside the by the door. The big black wolf lingered too and Cruz wondered if it was listening too. He glanced back towards the kitchen and wondered if there was some sort of connection. Nox would know. Nox knew everything strange. Cruz rolled his eyes.
A few names came out of his father's mouth that he didn't exactly understand. Who was Yun? Cruz was tired of the lies. He stepped around the corner and confronted his father. "Who is Yun?" Cruz asked definitely.
***
Dorian had sent him off into the kitchen. Christian was certain Cruz should have followed but the boy hadn't and he almost went back for him, but there were others with him and they were guests - more important in Dorian's eyes. He could deal with his own son, though he'd never had in the past. Which made Christian sigh before he yelled down the stair well to the basement as he walked past. "Ana, you can come up now."
There was talk of music videos as Christian prepared whatever food was already half prepped. His kitchen was neatly rearranged and he had to find things in his own kitchen. But then he wasn't the only one using it anymore. Which was nice. Christian chuckled when the woman turned her attentions from Dorian's latest protegee to him. "I'm flatter. I'm Christian. Dorian's, technically butler suits, but I'm family."
Ana in all her prestine glory came up from the basement with a scowl on her face, scrunching up her beauitiful nose and crinkling her lips, but still a goddess. At least to Christian. "Why am I the only one who had to find myself in that hole in the wall room, Nox likes to call home."
Christian frowned, "Because Dorian and I want to keep you safe. If you are away from everything they won't hurt you. We couldn't stand it if you got hurt."
Ana's face lightened but her eyes were still angry. "Dorian, didn't mention guests coming over today."
Christian smiled. "Aiden's friend, and a new officer from Domovoi I presume." Christian introduced what he knew. "This is Anastaisa Vega. Dorian's loving wife." He and Ana both smirked at the title. While Dorian was loving, he wasn't in love with Ana and never had been.
"I see you are just reheating left overs."
Christian laughed, "It's a shame to put the Nox's anxious cooking habits to waste." It was nothing extraordinary, Chicken Cacciatore over a fresh made pasta Christian was boiling now. He skewered her question. "And I'm reheating last nights chicken cacciatore. Can I ask after either of your names?"
The man on the ground was ushered inside and his dad took charge. Cruz was torn between going back outside to continue with the traps, or to listen to his father. His curiosity overcame him and he lingered outside the by the door. The big black wolf lingered too and Cruz wondered if it was listening too. He glanced back towards the kitchen and wondered if there was some sort of connection. Nox would know. Nox knew everything strange. Cruz rolled his eyes.
A few names came out of his father's mouth that he didn't exactly understand. Who was Yun? Cruz was tired of the lies. He stepped around the corner and confronted his father. "Who is Yun?" Cruz asked definitely.
***
Dorian had sent him off into the kitchen. Christian was certain Cruz should have followed but the boy hadn't and he almost went back for him, but there were others with him and they were guests - more important in Dorian's eyes. He could deal with his own son, though he'd never had in the past. Which made Christian sigh before he yelled down the stair well to the basement as he walked past. "Ana, you can come up now."
There was talk of music videos as Christian prepared whatever food was already half prepped. His kitchen was neatly rearranged and he had to find things in his own kitchen. But then he wasn't the only one using it anymore. Which was nice. Christian chuckled when the woman turned her attentions from Dorian's latest protegee to him. "I'm flatter. I'm Christian. Dorian's, technically butler suits, but I'm family."
Ana in all her prestine glory came up from the basement with a scowl on her face, scrunching up her beauitiful nose and crinkling her lips, but still a goddess. At least to Christian. "Why am I the only one who had to find myself in that hole in the wall room, Nox likes to call home."
Christian frowned, "Because Dorian and I want to keep you safe. If you are away from everything they won't hurt you. We couldn't stand it if you got hurt."
Ana's face lightened but her eyes were still angry. "Dorian, didn't mention guests coming over today."
Christian smiled. "Aiden's friend, and a new officer from Domovoi I presume." Christian introduced what he knew. "This is Anastaisa Vega. Dorian's loving wife." He and Ana both smirked at the title. While Dorian was loving, he wasn't in love with Ana and never had been.
"I see you are just reheating left overs."
Christian laughed, "It's a shame to put the Nox's anxious cooking habits to waste." It was nothing extraordinary, Chicken Cacciatore over a fresh made pasta Christian was boiling now. He skewered her question. "And I'm reheating last nights chicken cacciatore. Can I ask after either of your names?"