08-31-2018, 12:55 AM
Aiden took a mental note on the ‘weaves’ and their dissipation. That was very helpful to know. Sage acted ignorant of the whole magic business, but he just showed how wrong he was about that. What other nuggets were stowed away in that brain? Perhaps Aiden didn’t need Nox. Perhaps he only needed Sage.
“I know you can’t use your usual methods… But there isn’t any independent news coverage or gossip columns like TMZ or something? One of those trashier sites… They might have picked up a rumor if there were any?” Aiden asked inquisitively. He used to haunt those websites and tv shows, anything that spoke of celebrities and their personal lives. Aiden used to have a need to know what the rest of the world thought of him. He still cared what they thought, but he didn’t need to know the truth of their thoughts anymore.
At the mention of ‘distractions,’ Aiden’s cheeks heated and a single orb of fairy fire sprang into existence. It was becoming a ‘tell,’ revealing his own emotions and how his body was reacting. With a giggle, he went on, “You sure you don’t know any way I might learn how to control this stuff? Nox doesn’t tell you how he does what he does? It would help if I knew whether I had to do something physical or mental…”
A huff escaped Aiden’s lips and he sat up. He didn’t ever really mind the fire; not until now. It was interfering with his personal life now. Aiden hated when things meddled in his affairs. The loneliness was coming back to him. It was a self-imposed seclusion, but he hadn’t realized how much he missed people. Sage made him feel good. How did Aiden go on so long like this?
Thinking back on his glory days, touring with Blarney Stoned… It was almost like a dream now. Everything seemed so simple back then. The fans, the music, the partying. Aiden was king back then. Memories rushed back and in his mind, he was on stage, guitar in hand and microphone in front of him; crowds thundering ahead, screaming his name.
Aiden’s hands moved almost on their own accord, playing at the air guitar. Sage probably thought he was a dork for doing so, but Aiden just felt the moment, the memories. It was so real…
The fairy fire overhead streaked down into Aiden’s hands and took the form of his old guitar.
Aiden yelled in surprise at the heat and his eyes ripped open, seeing what the fire was doing. Within seconds, it shattered into a few dying sparks before leaving nothing but empty air in Aiden’s hands.
He just stared at Sage.
“Wha-!?”
“I know you can’t use your usual methods… But there isn’t any independent news coverage or gossip columns like TMZ or something? One of those trashier sites… They might have picked up a rumor if there were any?” Aiden asked inquisitively. He used to haunt those websites and tv shows, anything that spoke of celebrities and their personal lives. Aiden used to have a need to know what the rest of the world thought of him. He still cared what they thought, but he didn’t need to know the truth of their thoughts anymore.
At the mention of ‘distractions,’ Aiden’s cheeks heated and a single orb of fairy fire sprang into existence. It was becoming a ‘tell,’ revealing his own emotions and how his body was reacting. With a giggle, he went on, “You sure you don’t know any way I might learn how to control this stuff? Nox doesn’t tell you how he does what he does? It would help if I knew whether I had to do something physical or mental…”
A huff escaped Aiden’s lips and he sat up. He didn’t ever really mind the fire; not until now. It was interfering with his personal life now. Aiden hated when things meddled in his affairs. The loneliness was coming back to him. It was a self-imposed seclusion, but he hadn’t realized how much he missed people. Sage made him feel good. How did Aiden go on so long like this?
Thinking back on his glory days, touring with Blarney Stoned… It was almost like a dream now. Everything seemed so simple back then. The fans, the music, the partying. Aiden was king back then. Memories rushed back and in his mind, he was on stage, guitar in hand and microphone in front of him; crowds thundering ahead, screaming his name.
Aiden’s hands moved almost on their own accord, playing at the air guitar. Sage probably thought he was a dork for doing so, but Aiden just felt the moment, the memories. It was so real…
The fairy fire overhead streaked down into Aiden’s hands and took the form of his old guitar.
Aiden yelled in surprise at the heat and his eyes ripped open, seeing what the fire was doing. Within seconds, it shattered into a few dying sparks before leaving nothing but empty air in Aiden’s hands.
He just stared at Sage.
“Wha-!?”
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