01-13-2023, 10:41 PM
She offered her name and Nox nodded. He didn’t remember it, he was pretty sure he never knew it either. Not his thing to remember names of girls he meets at random. But that night had been so full of pain and things, he didn’t think they had been introduced.
”Pleasure.” He said without a smile. His mood still was off beat. The horde wanted more, but it would settle for something else. And that was harder to push away. It had been a go to for so long — a natural habit when he was around women to flirt and find the right moves to make. Now he wasn’t exactly not interested, but he wanted things to be better with Raffe more than he wanted to indulge the fucking instincts in his head.
His stomach rumbled on top of it. When was the last time he ate? He was fighting all three fucking things on a body devoid of any comforts. Nothing to lose himself in with safety. He hated what he’d done. Hated himself and he tried not to growl but the rumble left his throat regardless.
”I am not good with names.” He tried to distract himself with conversation. ”And when I saw you I’m pretty sure we had bigger problems to deal with.” The memories of the Ijiraq made Nox shudder.
She reached out to touch the arm and Nox pulled back with a jerk. ”Sorry.” He said with a soft smile that didn’t reach his eyes. He pulled his sleeve past his elbow revealing the socket just below and offered a better view to the curious woman. ”A gift from the Ascendancy. And no I’m not I professional fighter. I hunt monsters. Was looking for a man that hurt a friend who’s gone missing. My friend is concerned something bad might have happened to him. My job to find people like him.” Nox didn’t add and kill them. He wasn’t after Kasun for hurting Raffe. He wanted to alleviate one of Raffe’s concerns. He had enough to deal with and his heart was too big. And it was a promise he’d made — one he could fulfill even if it meant nothing came from it.
Nox didn’t expect anything to come from anything he did. He’d fucked it all up. The fact that he still had hope is only because he was being stubborn and selfish. His home had turned into Raffe. It was all he had left. And if he lost that…
Nox sighed and wiped away a tear that slid down his cheek. He muttered to himself in a whisper. ”Fuck!”
”Pleasure.” He said without a smile. His mood still was off beat. The horde wanted more, but it would settle for something else. And that was harder to push away. It had been a go to for so long — a natural habit when he was around women to flirt and find the right moves to make. Now he wasn’t exactly not interested, but he wanted things to be better with Raffe more than he wanted to indulge the fucking instincts in his head.
His stomach rumbled on top of it. When was the last time he ate? He was fighting all three fucking things on a body devoid of any comforts. Nothing to lose himself in with safety. He hated what he’d done. Hated himself and he tried not to growl but the rumble left his throat regardless.
”I am not good with names.” He tried to distract himself with conversation. ”And when I saw you I’m pretty sure we had bigger problems to deal with.” The memories of the Ijiraq made Nox shudder.
She reached out to touch the arm and Nox pulled back with a jerk. ”Sorry.” He said with a soft smile that didn’t reach his eyes. He pulled his sleeve past his elbow revealing the socket just below and offered a better view to the curious woman. ”A gift from the Ascendancy. And no I’m not I professional fighter. I hunt monsters. Was looking for a man that hurt a friend who’s gone missing. My friend is concerned something bad might have happened to him. My job to find people like him.” Nox didn’t add and kill them. He wasn’t after Kasun for hurting Raffe. He wanted to alleviate one of Raffe’s concerns. He had enough to deal with and his heart was too big. And it was a promise he’d made — one he could fulfill even if it meant nothing came from it.
Nox didn’t expect anything to come from anything he did. He’d fucked it all up. The fact that he still had hope is only because he was being stubborn and selfish. His home had turned into Raffe. It was all he had left. And if he lost that…
Nox sighed and wiped away a tear that slid down his cheek. He muttered to himself in a whisper. ”Fuck!”
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