02-21-2019, 09:51 PM
After he made his pick she scooped up a slice for herself. Carrot, by the smell. She dipped a finger into the lemon frosting and melted at the taste, though her brief expression of satisfaction devolved into laughter for the comment, or more specifically the snicker than followed it. Well, he said it. She was still giggling when she broke off a piece of her own cake for the pup, then obligingly scratched the spot behind his ears to the steady thump of his tail.
Nox spoke of loss like an old friend. How many had he lost? Given his occupation (and his emancipation from said cult) she doubted much in his life was stable, let alone safe. She couldn’t quite imagine what that must be like. Were either of the women he named from the nightmare? She didn’t ask, though perhaps the curiosity was evident in her expression. The pain in his voice was too fresh.
“Sage was one of your friends at the cabaret?” Nox had been with Aiden Finnegan, she remembered that much, as well as starlet of the evening Jaxen Marveet. But there had been another man too. “I can do that. You can keep hold of these ones if you like. They only pile up in my apartment. I have plenty more, believe me.” Her head tilted, unsure of what to make of the notion that these were dreams she didn’t even remember having. Not that she had another explanation to offer. It wasn’t exactly something she could talk about with Aylin either, much as she loved her sister dearly. Did she want to know what any of it meant, if anything? It wouldn’t change anything. She’d never been able to stop the ink bleeding from her fingers.
She let Nova lick the last crumbs from her hands, then settled back in her chair, palms wrapped around her coffee. For someone who had just been accused of prescience, she was remarkably calm, though she supposed it was but one more drop in an ocean of weird. “So, you have any plans for the rest of your day?”
Nox spoke of loss like an old friend. How many had he lost? Given his occupation (and his emancipation from said cult) she doubted much in his life was stable, let alone safe. She couldn’t quite imagine what that must be like. Were either of the women he named from the nightmare? She didn’t ask, though perhaps the curiosity was evident in her expression. The pain in his voice was too fresh.
“Sage was one of your friends at the cabaret?” Nox had been with Aiden Finnegan, she remembered that much, as well as starlet of the evening Jaxen Marveet. But there had been another man too. “I can do that. You can keep hold of these ones if you like. They only pile up in my apartment. I have plenty more, believe me.” Her head tilted, unsure of what to make of the notion that these were dreams she didn’t even remember having. Not that she had another explanation to offer. It wasn’t exactly something she could talk about with Aylin either, much as she loved her sister dearly. Did she want to know what any of it meant, if anything? It wouldn’t change anything. She’d never been able to stop the ink bleeding from her fingers.
She let Nova lick the last crumbs from her hands, then settled back in her chair, palms wrapped around her coffee. For someone who had just been accused of prescience, she was remarkably calm, though she supposed it was but one more drop in an ocean of weird. “So, you have any plans for the rest of your day?”