07-23-2021, 12:14 AM
It wasn’t hard to miss the line of sight that Nox locked onto. When Jay realized the target was Ascendancy, he was stunned. The few moments while their fearless leader arranged his clothes was enough of a glimpse, and Jay felt strangely dirty afterward. He’d been around much more for many years; and only chased after temptation if there was a guarantee of friendly reciprocating; but this felt like realizing your dad was hot. Then again, Nox didn’t know the Ascendancy like they did as one of the Dominions. Ascendancy saved Jay in a way; definitely a father-figure. He looked away, uninterested in drawing attention to the moment any more than he already had. Marcus may have noticed; not that Jay cared, but the man was a politician more than soldier; despite his own muscular frame, and politicians soaked up any leverage they could lord over anyone. Nox wasn’t going to be someone to leverage. Not on Jay’s watch.
They took the time to rest. Jay rested his eyes while leaning against the wall. He took in the sounds and smells of the place; it reminded him of Valledupar, an area just inland from the northern coast of Colombia: wet and dank. There, even in winter, the average temperature would melt your ball sack, 34 C at the coldest. Not that these tunnels were cold, but the same wet discomfort made him want to itch all over. Yet on Jay rested, twitchless, and shored up energy. A good soldier rested whenever they found the spare time. It was unknown when the next chance would come.
The only signs of life from Jay during this time was an occasional sip of the flask out of his jacket. So far he drank no water, but would be forced to dilute what was left in the container if they were going to be here as long as Nox indicated.
It was as good of a plan as any.
They took the time to rest. Jay rested his eyes while leaning against the wall. He took in the sounds and smells of the place; it reminded him of Valledupar, an area just inland from the northern coast of Colombia: wet and dank. There, even in winter, the average temperature would melt your ball sack, 34 C at the coldest. Not that these tunnels were cold, but the same wet discomfort made him want to itch all over. Yet on Jay rested, twitchless, and shored up energy. A good soldier rested whenever they found the spare time. It was unknown when the next chance would come.
The only signs of life from Jay during this time was an occasional sip of the flask out of his jacket. So far he drank no water, but would be forced to dilute what was left in the container if they were going to be here as long as Nox indicated.
It was as good of a plan as any.
Only darkness shows you the light.