08-01-2020, 09:22 PM
Raffe joked about it being a better job but there was a stab of guilt about his connections. Connections he stumbled upon really. He never set out to meet the Ascendancy when he came to Moscow. He never even dreamed of talking to the most powerful man on the planet much left receiving gifts. Though Nox was certain these gifts held a certain amount of ties that he could never undo, but what was another. He had been tied to the Atharim his whole life. The Ascendancy was no different.
Heat flushed his body as Raffe's sleepy gaze took him in. Nox wasn't shy, but he enjoyed when Raffe looked at him like that. It meant much more than other things. Nox grinned. "Maybe we can both go hunt and gather -- grab a late or early meal which ever it is." It was more a statement than a question but really it all was going to depend on the conversation they were about to have. Raffe's next question made Nox drop his gaze. What was the ask?
"It's a serious conversation." Nox admitted softly. "Before you think I'm trying to press you into doing something it's not that. I want you to come with me to The Monkey King's School of the Mystical Arts when I go later on. The owner is Tan Li -- martial artist and actor extraordinary. He's former Atharim and a channeled. He's trained with the monks in a monastery. I think he could teach you better than I can when you are ready." Nox shook his head. "And I can't keep waiting and hoping and worrying about you. I fucking love you and I'm having a hard time wrapping my head around it all. And I don't like the strain between us. It's ...." Nox didn't really know what it was, or how it felt and he realized the words he'd said in his haste to explain himself. He pressed his hand to his face wishing he'd attached the prostectic instead of held it in his hand. He only succeeded in smacking himself with the arm. Fuck! Nox growled under his breath and felt a right fool, but he didn't move -- he gave himself that credit. He didn't run when he felt the desire to leap to his feet and go...
Heat flushed his body as Raffe's sleepy gaze took him in. Nox wasn't shy, but he enjoyed when Raffe looked at him like that. It meant much more than other things. Nox grinned. "Maybe we can both go hunt and gather -- grab a late or early meal which ever it is." It was more a statement than a question but really it all was going to depend on the conversation they were about to have. Raffe's next question made Nox drop his gaze. What was the ask?
"It's a serious conversation." Nox admitted softly. "Before you think I'm trying to press you into doing something it's not that. I want you to come with me to The Monkey King's School of the Mystical Arts when I go later on. The owner is Tan Li -- martial artist and actor extraordinary. He's former Atharim and a channeled. He's trained with the monks in a monastery. I think he could teach you better than I can when you are ready." Nox shook his head. "And I can't keep waiting and hoping and worrying about you. I fucking love you and I'm having a hard time wrapping my head around it all. And I don't like the strain between us. It's ...." Nox didn't really know what it was, or how it felt and he realized the words he'd said in his haste to explain himself. He pressed his hand to his face wishing he'd attached the prostectic instead of held it in his hand. He only succeeded in smacking himself with the arm. Fuck! Nox growled under his breath and felt a right fool, but he didn't move -- he gave himself that credit. He didn't run when he felt the desire to leap to his feet and go...
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