Oriena sat in a booth with her feet on the table and practically drinking out of the bottle. He didn't approach her first, grabbed a bottled beer and let the bartender open it. He wasn't here to impress anyone with any little tricks of the power. He was here for one thing and one thing only -- and Oriena wasn't impressed with anything he could do with the power unless it involved violence or sex.
The place smelled of sweat, dirt and spilt alcohol. He didn't dare embrace the power if his nostrils were filled with the grime already. The horde lingered close, the scratching inside his head was excited and eager as their quarry was near. Oriena would beat the shit out of him if he ever told her the horde thought of her as prey. But it is what it is and he turned with his beer to walk across the floor to where Ori sat. He didn't sit down, or invite himself to join her. He did step into her line of sight, not that she hadn't already noticed he'd entered, and took a sip of the only beer he'd have. Being drunk was never anything he enjoyed, and he much preferred to be in control while the horde had the advantage.
The beer bottle hung down at his side and he licked his lips. "I've had a helluva few days. You look about as bad as I feel. We need you. The inferno stirred up shit." He was hungry, but not for food. There was a promise of violence and sex in his eyes and voice. It wasn't rage that fueled him, that had past. He'd dealt with the object of his ire firmly and fully and now that he was letting horde feel the anger and pain and everything of the past few days he let it shine through brighter than any flame. Ori had seen him in his darkest places -- she was probably the only lifeline in that torrent of emotions and the only person who would understand even a fraction of what it meant. Their differing monsters abusing their minds and souls.
Nox offered a hand. "Join me in feeding the fire?" He wasn't begging. He hoped she'd accept. She'd never turned him down yet. He wasn't here to be smooth or sexy or even wanton. He could find what he wanted elsewhere. He didn't want to go anywhere else, he enjoyed Oriena's company. If she were sitting at the bar or in any way possible he could get behind her he might have taken a bit more action, but stuffed in a booth with her feet up was not inviting people and Nox knew better than to presume Ori would do anything he asked.
The place smelled of sweat, dirt and spilt alcohol. He didn't dare embrace the power if his nostrils were filled with the grime already. The horde lingered close, the scratching inside his head was excited and eager as their quarry was near. Oriena would beat the shit out of him if he ever told her the horde thought of her as prey. But it is what it is and he turned with his beer to walk across the floor to where Ori sat. He didn't sit down, or invite himself to join her. He did step into her line of sight, not that she hadn't already noticed he'd entered, and took a sip of the only beer he'd have. Being drunk was never anything he enjoyed, and he much preferred to be in control while the horde had the advantage.
The beer bottle hung down at his side and he licked his lips. "I've had a helluva few days. You look about as bad as I feel. We need you. The inferno stirred up shit." He was hungry, but not for food. There was a promise of violence and sex in his eyes and voice. It wasn't rage that fueled him, that had past. He'd dealt with the object of his ire firmly and fully and now that he was letting horde feel the anger and pain and everything of the past few days he let it shine through brighter than any flame. Ori had seen him in his darkest places -- she was probably the only lifeline in that torrent of emotions and the only person who would understand even a fraction of what it meant. Their differing monsters abusing their minds and souls.
Nox offered a hand. "Join me in feeding the fire?" He wasn't begging. He hoped she'd accept. She'd never turned him down yet. He wasn't here to be smooth or sexy or even wanton. He could find what he wanted elsewhere. He didn't want to go anywhere else, he enjoyed Oriena's company. If she were sitting at the bar or in any way possible he could get behind her he might have taken a bit more action, but stuffed in a booth with her feet up was not inviting people and Nox knew better than to presume Ori would do anything he asked.
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