09-17-2018, 11:52 PM
Aiden’s face grew hot as Sage spoke softly into his ear. He felt the Power coming on because of that. Sure, he had more control over it now, but he still had his triggers. Aiden started humming softly to himself to control it all. No fairy fire manifested thankfully, the Light did pop up behind his shoulder, however. Aiden held the Power for a few moments before he stopped his humming and released it. Looking over at Sage with a wolfish grin and a wink, “Careful there, now, Love,” the grin turning into a rueful laugh, “And of course you would know him. I sometimes forget just how connected you are.”
Sage lead Aiden into the lounge area, but not before he finished his champagne. It seemed most of the crowd from the show had stuck around to socialize, drink, and fawn over Jaxen. There was no mistaking where the man was, he was a beauty in black; a man Aiden didn’t know was currently speaking to the mysterious Jaxen.
Taking the lead, Aiden tugged Sage over to the bar, although not towards Jaxen; not just yet anyway. Aiden needed a harder drink before they approached the Channeler. Signaling the bartender, Aiden ordered drinks for himself and Sage. While the server worked on the order, Aiden took a moment to scan the room.
It was shockingly un-American, but then again, Aiden wasn’t sure why he was surprised. Russia and the States had never enjoyed warm relations. It didn’t make him uncomfortable if anything it was a laughable contrast to their first date at the BBQ joint that prided itself on being a caricature of Aiden’s home country. He could adopt an Irish accent if anyone here decided that they hated the ‘Yanks,’ but he doubted he would have to. It would have been futile anyway, Aiden was too well known to pretend he wasn’t from the states.
The bartender came back with two glasses filled with expensive whiskey and ice. Aiden toasted the night once more with Sage before taking a deep pull of the amber liquid. Scanning the room once more, Aiden spotted Nox at the opposite end of the bar. The other man didn’t seem to notice that they were only yards away, but perhaps he didn’t want to… His loss.
Aiden ignored Nox’s presence. If the man wanted to enjoy their company, then he could come up to them and socialize.
“Sure is… interesting in here,” Aiden said to Sage with a smirk, “We need to do this more, babe, get out of the house every few nights. Training my ‘gifts’ is good an all, but I don’t want to forget what it’s like to be a normal person. You’ve kept me grounded throughout all of this. Thanks for that.” He leaned in and kissed Sage before taking another sip of the whiskey.
“Do you know that other man Jaxen is talking to? I’d hate to interrupt, although in this place it’s gonna be hard not to… I wonder if he saw my train-wreck of a film… heh… The man seems like the type to give me shit over that, but I’m a big boy. I can take it. How’d you meet him? He seems to be quite the character…”
Sage lead Aiden into the lounge area, but not before he finished his champagne. It seemed most of the crowd from the show had stuck around to socialize, drink, and fawn over Jaxen. There was no mistaking where the man was, he was a beauty in black; a man Aiden didn’t know was currently speaking to the mysterious Jaxen.
Taking the lead, Aiden tugged Sage over to the bar, although not towards Jaxen; not just yet anyway. Aiden needed a harder drink before they approached the Channeler. Signaling the bartender, Aiden ordered drinks for himself and Sage. While the server worked on the order, Aiden took a moment to scan the room.
It was shockingly un-American, but then again, Aiden wasn’t sure why he was surprised. Russia and the States had never enjoyed warm relations. It didn’t make him uncomfortable if anything it was a laughable contrast to their first date at the BBQ joint that prided itself on being a caricature of Aiden’s home country. He could adopt an Irish accent if anyone here decided that they hated the ‘Yanks,’ but he doubted he would have to. It would have been futile anyway, Aiden was too well known to pretend he wasn’t from the states.
The bartender came back with two glasses filled with expensive whiskey and ice. Aiden toasted the night once more with Sage before taking a deep pull of the amber liquid. Scanning the room once more, Aiden spotted Nox at the opposite end of the bar. The other man didn’t seem to notice that they were only yards away, but perhaps he didn’t want to… His loss.
Aiden ignored Nox’s presence. If the man wanted to enjoy their company, then he could come up to them and socialize.
“Sure is… interesting in here,” Aiden said to Sage with a smirk, “We need to do this more, babe, get out of the house every few nights. Training my ‘gifts’ is good an all, but I don’t want to forget what it’s like to be a normal person. You’ve kept me grounded throughout all of this. Thanks for that.” He leaned in and kissed Sage before taking another sip of the whiskey.
“Do you know that other man Jaxen is talking to? I’d hate to interrupt, although in this place it’s gonna be hard not to… I wonder if he saw my train-wreck of a film… heh… The man seems like the type to give me shit over that, but I’m a big boy. I can take it. How’d you meet him? He seems to be quite the character…”
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