02-21-2019, 06:46 PM
Nox recovered quickly enough. She sensed something reserved in his reaction; something that shied away from the nightmare and whatever it meant to him. He closed the book. As much as she wanted to ask questions, she did not. At least not now. Instead she grinned when he squeezed her hand. “I think that’s generally a good rule to live by.”
The waitress interrupted. A little pink flushed her cheeks as she leaned to set down Thalia’s coffee. A plate of cake and fresh pastries followed. Then the young girl coughed, clearly uncomfortable. Her eyes skirted away from contact. “Alek says he’s not a fucking pet store, Thalia. He said that I should say it exactly. Sorry.”
Thalia laughed as the girl scurried away. “Tell him I miss him too!”
She shoved the plate towards Nox with an elaborate sigh, though a smile peeked at the corners of her mouth. “Oh, go on then. You get first pick.” She felt like she’d accidentally read his bloody diary.
She nodded, surprised, twisting to spy the painting he meant, a parting gift long since forgotten. It was a connection she hadn’t paused to make. The golden coins of her eyes were the same, though Thalia had no idea who she really was, or if she was simply an exaggerated figment of imagination. Questions tumbled like a burst dam, then, hurriedly stemmed. Her spine tingled like the tattoo there squirmed. “Not really. I thought you might, since you knew about the ijiraq. I don’t look at any of this stuff twice, not once it’s out of my head. You think they all mean something?” She wasn’t sure how she felt about that. Something to think about later.
The waitress interrupted. A little pink flushed her cheeks as she leaned to set down Thalia’s coffee. A plate of cake and fresh pastries followed. Then the young girl coughed, clearly uncomfortable. Her eyes skirted away from contact. “Alek says he’s not a fucking pet store, Thalia. He said that I should say it exactly. Sorry.”
Thalia laughed as the girl scurried away. “Tell him I miss him too!”
She shoved the plate towards Nox with an elaborate sigh, though a smile peeked at the corners of her mouth. “Oh, go on then. You get first pick.” She felt like she’d accidentally read his bloody diary.
She nodded, surprised, twisting to spy the painting he meant, a parting gift long since forgotten. It was a connection she hadn’t paused to make. The golden coins of her eyes were the same, though Thalia had no idea who she really was, or if she was simply an exaggerated figment of imagination. Questions tumbled like a burst dam, then, hurriedly stemmed. Her spine tingled like the tattoo there squirmed. “Not really. I thought you might, since you knew about the ijiraq. I don’t look at any of this stuff twice, not once it’s out of my head. You think they all mean something?” She wasn’t sure how she felt about that. Something to think about later.