04-12-2023, 12:07 AM
“That’s my job, Love. You’re missing the best parts,” Sage said as he walked down the steps and into the round room. Lugh looked away from Tlachtga with a whip of his head. Sage smirked.
Reality flickered.
Aiden stood in place of Lugh, although he was wearing the same outfit as the long-dead God. Sage’s smirk widened and he approached Aiden, arms outstretched. Sage was wearing leathers and furs, his hair cascaded down his shoulders. An aura of Power emanated from him as his arms closed around Aiden.
Reality flickered and Aiden gasped.
Nox was on stage, carrying the performance forward with surprising pomp and flair. The dancers moved about him, the music playing on as if the Graces themselves were hidden away somewhere behind stage. Sage’s hand had found Aiden’s thigh, causing his stomach to flutter about as the bulge in his pants grew more pronounced. Sage was watching the show intently. Dimitri, on the other hand, wore a shocked expression.
Aiden mouthed the words ‘what happened?’ to Dimitri. The man responded with a shrug of the shoulders and a shaking head, ‘I don’t know.’ He downed the rest of his drink before turning his gaze away from Aiden and back towards the stage. Oh, Aiden wanted to smack Dimitri. He had clearly seen something – had Sage? Aiden’s boyfriend could be indifferent about things, but he’d certainly have reacted more if anything odd had happened while visions of Lugh attacked Aiden’s psyche.
That had been Lugh – Aiden was sure of it. The vision had been more clear than any of the dreams that he had been having as of late. Aiden had actually felt like Lugh in this vision. He had been seeing through the eyes of the God, feeling what the God felt, knowing what the God knew. It took every ounce of Aiden’s self-control to remain fixed at the table. He wanted to run out of the venue, back into the limo, and all but fly back home so that he could properly record every last detail of the vision.
Aiden had to stay for the show. He was already doing his friend a great disservice through the many distractions that now danced along his mind. To leave would be to say ‘I really don’t give a damn,’ and that was the opposite of how Aiden felt. The trouble was that he could not shake those thoughts of Lugh and the Spear. It had consumed his heart and his soul.
Nox.
Aiden had to talk to Nox after the performance was over. Had the man ever suffered from the same type of dreams and obsessions? Was this something that eventually happened to every man and woman that could wield the power of the Gods? Nox would know. Nox had to know. Aiden would get a few hours alone with the man and everything would be explained. Why, they would surely be laughing about all of it before morning and Aiden could move on from the God to focus on more mundane things.
Goosebumps rose along Aiden’s flesh and a cold shiver ran down his spine. The fourth chair at the table was pulled out by unseen hands as an unknown woman deposited her ass into it and her stilettoed feet onto Sage’s lap. She was a gorgeous thing, Aiden had to admit to himself, but he did not much care for the way she treated his boyfriend like a piece of furniture. Oh, he and Sage were open to sharing, but Aiden liked to know the people that might be dandling Sage.
It was clear that the two knew each other. Sage took the woman’s heels off and rubbed at her feet while stroking Aiden’s inner thigh. The expression on Sage's face said that he wasn’t completely present. Did he actually know the woman or was the massage just an absent-minded flair of muscle memory? Aiden cocked an eyebrow as he looked at the woman, thinking of the best way to chase her off – but then everything clicked. She had moved the chair without hands. Sage clearly knew her. She was at Nox’s show.
“Oriena?” Aiden whispered as he leaned across Sage and towards the shadowy woman, “Are you Oriena? I’ve heard much about you.”
Reality flickered.
Aiden stood in place of Lugh, although he was wearing the same outfit as the long-dead God. Sage’s smirk widened and he approached Aiden, arms outstretched. Sage was wearing leathers and furs, his hair cascaded down his shoulders. An aura of Power emanated from him as his arms closed around Aiden.
Reality flickered and Aiden gasped.
Nox was on stage, carrying the performance forward with surprising pomp and flair. The dancers moved about him, the music playing on as if the Graces themselves were hidden away somewhere behind stage. Sage’s hand had found Aiden’s thigh, causing his stomach to flutter about as the bulge in his pants grew more pronounced. Sage was watching the show intently. Dimitri, on the other hand, wore a shocked expression.
Aiden mouthed the words ‘what happened?’ to Dimitri. The man responded with a shrug of the shoulders and a shaking head, ‘I don’t know.’ He downed the rest of his drink before turning his gaze away from Aiden and back towards the stage. Oh, Aiden wanted to smack Dimitri. He had clearly seen something – had Sage? Aiden’s boyfriend could be indifferent about things, but he’d certainly have reacted more if anything odd had happened while visions of Lugh attacked Aiden’s psyche.
That had been Lugh – Aiden was sure of it. The vision had been more clear than any of the dreams that he had been having as of late. Aiden had actually felt like Lugh in this vision. He had been seeing through the eyes of the God, feeling what the God felt, knowing what the God knew. It took every ounce of Aiden’s self-control to remain fixed at the table. He wanted to run out of the venue, back into the limo, and all but fly back home so that he could properly record every last detail of the vision.
Aiden had to stay for the show. He was already doing his friend a great disservice through the many distractions that now danced along his mind. To leave would be to say ‘I really don’t give a damn,’ and that was the opposite of how Aiden felt. The trouble was that he could not shake those thoughts of Lugh and the Spear. It had consumed his heart and his soul.
Nox.
Aiden had to talk to Nox after the performance was over. Had the man ever suffered from the same type of dreams and obsessions? Was this something that eventually happened to every man and woman that could wield the power of the Gods? Nox would know. Nox had to know. Aiden would get a few hours alone with the man and everything would be explained. Why, they would surely be laughing about all of it before morning and Aiden could move on from the God to focus on more mundane things.
Goosebumps rose along Aiden’s flesh and a cold shiver ran down his spine. The fourth chair at the table was pulled out by unseen hands as an unknown woman deposited her ass into it and her stilettoed feet onto Sage’s lap. She was a gorgeous thing, Aiden had to admit to himself, but he did not much care for the way she treated his boyfriend like a piece of furniture. Oh, he and Sage were open to sharing, but Aiden liked to know the people that might be dandling Sage.
It was clear that the two knew each other. Sage took the woman’s heels off and rubbed at her feet while stroking Aiden’s inner thigh. The expression on Sage's face said that he wasn’t completely present. Did he actually know the woman or was the massage just an absent-minded flair of muscle memory? Aiden cocked an eyebrow as he looked at the woman, thinking of the best way to chase her off – but then everything clicked. She had moved the chair without hands. Sage clearly knew her. She was at Nox’s show.
“Oriena?” Aiden whispered as he leaned across Sage and towards the shadowy woman, “Are you Oriena? I’ve heard much about you.”
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