02-19-2024, 11:37 AM
Xander took both their hands, taking in what he could perceive just a little clearer with contact. It wasn't emotions or epiphanies of any sort, but the images around them danced just a little clearer and brighter now that he could focus on one person. He smiled at the woman, she was connected to others here, and some were even long past things he couldn't quite make out. The dress was of a name he knew, but he'd have to look it up to be of any use to him, but he catalogued the name to use in later conversations as necessary. Noah might have use of the name -- though he rarely came out of his hidey hole in his head.
The man, Raffe on the other hand, when he took his hand things spun clearer and that clarity drew Xander in, because it was not clear, it was a revolving door of inability for the images to decide what was going on. It was like spinning atop and it was waiting to fall. And in a strange moment he felt like he was involved somehow. Though he wasn't exactly sure how or why. But it was the first time he'd ever felt that way before. What on fucking god's green earth could he be involved with that would involve a man like this? Not that there was anything wrong with him, he just wasn't a mark of Xander's choosing. He wasn't rich. Nor famous, he wasn't even infamous. He was just a random man with a hole in his aura. That didn't get any clearer either.
Jensen asked if Raffe liked art. Kristian chuckled. "I think Raffe here, might enjoy the gardens outside more. Have any of you visited Aptekarskiy Ogorod Botanical Garden when the tulips are in season. I hear the display is almost as fine as the Zalya piece Ms Naomi is wearing. Nature has always been the finest artist around."
The man, Raffe on the other hand, when he took his hand things spun clearer and that clarity drew Xander in, because it was not clear, it was a revolving door of inability for the images to decide what was going on. It was like spinning atop and it was waiting to fall. And in a strange moment he felt like he was involved somehow. Though he wasn't exactly sure how or why. But it was the first time he'd ever felt that way before. What on fucking god's green earth could he be involved with that would involve a man like this? Not that there was anything wrong with him, he just wasn't a mark of Xander's choosing. He wasn't rich. Nor famous, he wasn't even infamous. He was just a random man with a hole in his aura. That didn't get any clearer either.
Jensen asked if Raffe liked art. Kristian chuckled. "I think Raffe here, might enjoy the gardens outside more. Have any of you visited Aptekarskiy Ogorod Botanical Garden when the tulips are in season. I hear the display is almost as fine as the Zalya piece Ms Naomi is wearing. Nature has always been the finest artist around."