10-11-2018, 07:09 PM
Aiden shook his head a little, the French words chased away as he thought of his Mother getting angry and yelling at his Father in the language. She was French-Irish and only spoke the language when she was frustrated; a habit Rowan and Aiden had picked up on in their youth… Growing up in New Orleans only encouraged that behavior.
Jaxen made a big show of ‘not caring,’ the lazy mockery apparent in every sleek move he made. A few eavesdroppers giggled at the comments being strung out between the little group. Aiden had lived way too many nights similar in tone to this one. Every celebrity had a high opinion of themselves and made sure you knew exactly what it was. Crawling back to Sage’s room and locking himself in there for the next decade was beginning to sound tempting.
Nox didn’t exactly help matters with his own question for Aiden. With a furrowed brow and a long pull of his whiskey, Aiden considered his answer.
“The last week has shown me how little I know about the world. I’d see myself educated before I make any plans, perhaps figure out if there’s any merit to the myths I grew up on… Monsters are real, so why not the rest of it? What about the Tuatha Dé Danann or the Olympians for that matter? If they were real, did they leave anything behind? Records, artifacts… something…” Aiden said in a serious tone. He really hadn’t considered what came after his tutelage under Nox and company, but that was now changing.
Aiden had made a career out of mythology in the most unlikely way. Everything he had created in his life was the product of ‘divine’ inspiration; every song, illustration, and story had something to do with the ancient Gods of his people… and now he had found that life decided to give him Godly powers. A funny twist of fate that was.
If the Tuatha Dé Danann did ever exist, it was unlikely that they survived to the modern era... Unless they really did become fairies and hid inside the hills… If Aiden could figure out what happened to them and why they fell, that might help Channelers everywhere. History had a tendency to repeat its self; knowing the fate of the old Gods would help the ‘new’ Gods avoid destruction. Aiden added that question to the ever-growing list of things to talk to Nox about…
Although Nox would probably give the same response he always did: The Atharim.
Aiden was getting very sick of that shadow organization. Everything always went back to the Atharim. It was grating. The thought of them compounded upon Aiden’s irritation over Jaxen’s smart mouth.
This entire interaction with Jaxen had left a sour taste in Aiden’s mouth. Oh, he could handle people like Jaxen, but tonight was supposed to be enjoyable. He had wanted to meet this man after seeing his skill with the Power and his command over the stage, but he was proving to be more and more like the shallow assholes back in Hollywood. Aiden thought he might be able to learn something from this Jaxen; that idea had been stamped out quickly.
With all eyes on the four of them, there was little doubt in Aiden’s mind that he’d be able to wash his hands of this little scene and go back to having a nice night with Sage.
Perhaps we should just leave and find a nice restaurant to enjoy the rest of our date… Aiden began thinking to himself.
Jaxen made a big show of ‘not caring,’ the lazy mockery apparent in every sleek move he made. A few eavesdroppers giggled at the comments being strung out between the little group. Aiden had lived way too many nights similar in tone to this one. Every celebrity had a high opinion of themselves and made sure you knew exactly what it was. Crawling back to Sage’s room and locking himself in there for the next decade was beginning to sound tempting.
Nox didn’t exactly help matters with his own question for Aiden. With a furrowed brow and a long pull of his whiskey, Aiden considered his answer.
“The last week has shown me how little I know about the world. I’d see myself educated before I make any plans, perhaps figure out if there’s any merit to the myths I grew up on… Monsters are real, so why not the rest of it? What about the Tuatha Dé Danann or the Olympians for that matter? If they were real, did they leave anything behind? Records, artifacts… something…” Aiden said in a serious tone. He really hadn’t considered what came after his tutelage under Nox and company, but that was now changing.
Aiden had made a career out of mythology in the most unlikely way. Everything he had created in his life was the product of ‘divine’ inspiration; every song, illustration, and story had something to do with the ancient Gods of his people… and now he had found that life decided to give him Godly powers. A funny twist of fate that was.
If the Tuatha Dé Danann did ever exist, it was unlikely that they survived to the modern era... Unless they really did become fairies and hid inside the hills… If Aiden could figure out what happened to them and why they fell, that might help Channelers everywhere. History had a tendency to repeat its self; knowing the fate of the old Gods would help the ‘new’ Gods avoid destruction. Aiden added that question to the ever-growing list of things to talk to Nox about…
Although Nox would probably give the same response he always did: The Atharim.
Aiden was getting very sick of that shadow organization. Everything always went back to the Atharim. It was grating. The thought of them compounded upon Aiden’s irritation over Jaxen’s smart mouth.
This entire interaction with Jaxen had left a sour taste in Aiden’s mouth. Oh, he could handle people like Jaxen, but tonight was supposed to be enjoyable. He had wanted to meet this man after seeing his skill with the Power and his command over the stage, but he was proving to be more and more like the shallow assholes back in Hollywood. Aiden thought he might be able to learn something from this Jaxen; that idea had been stamped out quickly.
With all eyes on the four of them, there was little doubt in Aiden’s mind that he’d be able to wash his hands of this little scene and go back to having a nice night with Sage.
Perhaps we should just leave and find a nice restaurant to enjoy the rest of our date… Aiden began thinking to himself.
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