06-25-2018, 02:46 PM
Their joking quickly turned a darker turn. "I'm sure he was joking."
Jay said like he wasn't sure if he believed it himself. Nikolai Brandon didn't seem like the type to throw out jokes. Ascendancy threatened to kill Nox for 'fucking up again'? What the hell had he done before? That was unlikely to be the kind of threat that Ascendancy would want circulate too far. He found himself studying those closest to see who was listening, if anyone. If that wasn't bad enough, Nox admitting to membership in a known terrorist organization was a bad idea as well. Jay didn't claim to be a politician, but he knew enough about when to keep his mouth shut. Mostly.
"I don't think Vanders would be into someone getting hurt just so he can heal them. He's way better a guy than you and me put together."
He admitted without an ounce of sarcasm.
Someone was listening, though. She was dark and breath-takingly beautiful. Jay would be dead to not notice. Maybe she was a little older than him, but not by much. Soulful and rich, like walking into the thick cloud of burning spices and getting drunk on the aroma, he nudged Nox to pay attention. She sauntered closer as though Jay's gaze alone was a silent invitation. She was shorter than either of them in a way that reminded him of Natalie, but on every other account, she was completely the opposite. Natalie was marble, but the most genuine person he had ever met. This woman was warm and liquid butter, but Jay was wary enough she may have been a rattlesnake.
"Gentlemen,"
she dipped her head a little and offered a hand as though offering a nod to their American customs. She'd spent some time among Americans, then. Her hand enveloped Jay's in a way that made him swallow until she turned to regard Nox in the same way. "My name is Vena."
She smiled, patiently awaiting the courtesy of their names.
"Jay Carpenter,"
he found himself admitting. It was hardly the first time he'd talked to a beautiful woman. Though, the two shots of vodka and glass of champagne made the experience take a different angle than ever before. Not to mention the fucking weird direction his life had turned of late. She purred as though practicing the sound of his name on her tongue. Jay grinned.
"My dear Mister Carpenter. By what title are you known? I am most intrigued by the mysterious nature of you and your associates."
Jay pulled his hand back from hers. It fell to his side and he rubbed his fingers together absently as though they were seeking something of comfort that was not there. "I hold the rank of Lieutenant if that's what you mean."
She quirked a brow. Jay shrugged and added an explanation. "Of the Legion Premiere. Otherwise, we are known as the Nine Rods of Dominion."
Her brows lifted high, lips pursed, impressed.
"How ... masculine."
She laughed to diffuse the seriousness of the moment, then turned those liquid pools of chocolate-eyes upon Nox.
Edited by Jay Carpenter, Jun 25 2018, 02:47 PM.
Jay said like he wasn't sure if he believed it himself. Nikolai Brandon didn't seem like the type to throw out jokes. Ascendancy threatened to kill Nox for 'fucking up again'? What the hell had he done before? That was unlikely to be the kind of threat that Ascendancy would want circulate too far. He found himself studying those closest to see who was listening, if anyone. If that wasn't bad enough, Nox admitting to membership in a known terrorist organization was a bad idea as well. Jay didn't claim to be a politician, but he knew enough about when to keep his mouth shut. Mostly.
"I don't think Vanders would be into someone getting hurt just so he can heal them. He's way better a guy than you and me put together."
He admitted without an ounce of sarcasm.
Someone was listening, though. She was dark and breath-takingly beautiful. Jay would be dead to not notice. Maybe she was a little older than him, but not by much. Soulful and rich, like walking into the thick cloud of burning spices and getting drunk on the aroma, he nudged Nox to pay attention. She sauntered closer as though Jay's gaze alone was a silent invitation. She was shorter than either of them in a way that reminded him of Natalie, but on every other account, she was completely the opposite. Natalie was marble, but the most genuine person he had ever met. This woman was warm and liquid butter, but Jay was wary enough she may have been a rattlesnake.
"Gentlemen,"
she dipped her head a little and offered a hand as though offering a nod to their American customs. She'd spent some time among Americans, then. Her hand enveloped Jay's in a way that made him swallow until she turned to regard Nox in the same way. "My name is Vena."
She smiled, patiently awaiting the courtesy of their names.
"Jay Carpenter,"
he found himself admitting. It was hardly the first time he'd talked to a beautiful woman. Though, the two shots of vodka and glass of champagne made the experience take a different angle than ever before. Not to mention the fucking weird direction his life had turned of late. She purred as though practicing the sound of his name on her tongue. Jay grinned.
"My dear Mister Carpenter. By what title are you known? I am most intrigued by the mysterious nature of you and your associates."
Jay pulled his hand back from hers. It fell to his side and he rubbed his fingers together absently as though they were seeking something of comfort that was not there. "I hold the rank of Lieutenant if that's what you mean."
She quirked a brow. Jay shrugged and added an explanation. "Of the Legion Premiere. Otherwise, we are known as the Nine Rods of Dominion."
Her brows lifted high, lips pursed, impressed.
"How ... masculine."
She laughed to diffuse the seriousness of the moment, then turned those liquid pools of chocolate-eyes upon Nox.
Edited by Jay Carpenter, Jun 25 2018, 02:47 PM.
Only darkness shows you the light.