08-30-2018, 11:30 PM
A wince of the eye was the only giveaway for Jaxen's fascination with the block laid upon Nox. A very handy discovery that was. One that may come in quite useful someday.
Apparently the Consul found Oriena's threats humerous. No need to kick the fuel on the fire there. Ori's threats were far from empty. She turned them on Jaxen often enough that he did not doubt the resolution of those promises. Neither did some sort of protective shield hover over feminine shoulders. Oriena was tough as bonded leather, hotter too. If it wasn't for the shit way he felt at the moment, he would probably be more turned on than present state allowed. As it was, his arm burned something fierce and medics were already dismissed as unnecessary.
It seemed, however, that the one holding Oriena leashed was the one to whom they were meant to bow. He would be happy then, finding Oriena thrust to her knees, vulnerable and humiliated. She asked for none of this treatment. In fact, she'd been quite tame all night. That their great lord Ascendancy thought to hold any of them hostage - it very easily could have been Jaxen next time - bled a little blackness through his heart. Jaxen never had any sort of problem with Brandon. Let's call it neutral tolerance. But his ascension over people was wearing thin. Leader, maybe, but lord, king, emperor, Father of All, he was not.
Jaxen's gaze followed the Ascendancy's departure like a cat slinking through tall grass stalking prey.
Cruz recaptured his attention. The ride was declined with a smirk. "I want to get the hell out of these clothes and into a hot shower." Ori would likely want the same. Though she appreciated the luxuries of Jaxen's apartment once before, she could go whatever the hell she wanted. It didn't mean Jaxen wouldn't offer anyway. "Ori?"
Apparently the Consul found Oriena's threats humerous. No need to kick the fuel on the fire there. Ori's threats were far from empty. She turned them on Jaxen often enough that he did not doubt the resolution of those promises. Neither did some sort of protective shield hover over feminine shoulders. Oriena was tough as bonded leather, hotter too. If it wasn't for the shit way he felt at the moment, he would probably be more turned on than present state allowed. As it was, his arm burned something fierce and medics were already dismissed as unnecessary.
It seemed, however, that the one holding Oriena leashed was the one to whom they were meant to bow. He would be happy then, finding Oriena thrust to her knees, vulnerable and humiliated. She asked for none of this treatment. In fact, she'd been quite tame all night. That their great lord Ascendancy thought to hold any of them hostage - it very easily could have been Jaxen next time - bled a little blackness through his heart. Jaxen never had any sort of problem with Brandon. Let's call it neutral tolerance. But his ascension over people was wearing thin. Leader, maybe, but lord, king, emperor, Father of All, he was not.
Jaxen's gaze followed the Ascendancy's departure like a cat slinking through tall grass stalking prey.
Cruz recaptured his attention. The ride was declined with a smirk. "I want to get the hell out of these clothes and into a hot shower." Ori would likely want the same. Though she appreciated the luxuries of Jaxen's apartment once before, she could go whatever the hell she wanted. It didn't mean Jaxen wouldn't offer anyway. "Ori?"