Nox smirked a little proud but then again he wasn't much for sharing, though he wouldn't say no either. But that he rated with Oriena not to be shared that prickled his fancy. Oriena made her way into the bathroom and he wrapped the towel around his waist not wanting to give whoever was still out there a show. Not that he minded that either, but there were kids in the house. At least he assumed they came here and stayed. Though the party was not his idea, he doubted it was theirs either. Totally not their thing all fancy and living in mansions and all. Regardless of their captivity.
Oriena called back at him and he laughed and walked over to lean against the door frame. He could gawk and stare and watch, but he didn't. It served no purpose, not that Oriena wasn't beautiful or that he was afraid. And it wasn't about being a gentleman or even remotely polite. It just didn't do anything for him. He wasn't sure it ever did, if it was all part of the mask he had worn his whole life. "I have no fucking idea. I don't even know whose party it was. Cause it sure as fuck wasn't mine. Sage maybe? But doubt he'd be throwing a party the day I went into the hospital."
He leaned his head back against the doorframe and stared up at the ceiling in the dim light. "Not getting sentimental here, and I have a point, truly, but you ever want more? Not between us, just more. You understand more of what's going on with me than anyone and sometimes I wonder if I could teach Raffe that trick you do, the compelling people to do what you wanted, if he had that in his tool box if he'd trust me more. Not that he wouldn't be offended if I offered to teach him, if I knew it anyway." He was rambling. He knew it. He had part of what he wanted in his life, things were falling into place -- all but one thing. "What do you do, like what threads do you use? Where do you place the weave? I'd imagine it would have spirit, ya know the one that doesn't have a definitive elemental flavor." Nox had never really talked weaves with Ori. It wasn't something they did. Neither was really looking to learn from the other, not that they could teach each other anyway.
Nox shoved off from the wall and poked at the computer in the room, turning on the 3d projection units and spinning up the holographic program. His stomach rumbled and he knew he'd have to eat soon. In the art program Nox picked out 5 colors and drew lines through the air walking across the room here and there creating an exaggerated shield weave. He'd practiced it many times, knew it by heart, he didn't need the visual. And he stood in the middle of the room staring at the weave and wondering how it worked on the brain. What could he change?
Oriena called back at him and he laughed and walked over to lean against the door frame. He could gawk and stare and watch, but he didn't. It served no purpose, not that Oriena wasn't beautiful or that he was afraid. And it wasn't about being a gentleman or even remotely polite. It just didn't do anything for him. He wasn't sure it ever did, if it was all part of the mask he had worn his whole life. "I have no fucking idea. I don't even know whose party it was. Cause it sure as fuck wasn't mine. Sage maybe? But doubt he'd be throwing a party the day I went into the hospital."
He leaned his head back against the doorframe and stared up at the ceiling in the dim light. "Not getting sentimental here, and I have a point, truly, but you ever want more? Not between us, just more. You understand more of what's going on with me than anyone and sometimes I wonder if I could teach Raffe that trick you do, the compelling people to do what you wanted, if he had that in his tool box if he'd trust me more. Not that he wouldn't be offended if I offered to teach him, if I knew it anyway." He was rambling. He knew it. He had part of what he wanted in his life, things were falling into place -- all but one thing. "What do you do, like what threads do you use? Where do you place the weave? I'd imagine it would have spirit, ya know the one that doesn't have a definitive elemental flavor." Nox had never really talked weaves with Ori. It wasn't something they did. Neither was really looking to learn from the other, not that they could teach each other anyway.
Nox shoved off from the wall and poked at the computer in the room, turning on the 3d projection units and spinning up the holographic program. His stomach rumbled and he knew he'd have to eat soon. In the art program Nox picked out 5 colors and drew lines through the air walking across the room here and there creating an exaggerated shield weave. He'd practiced it many times, knew it by heart, he didn't need the visual. And he stood in the middle of the room staring at the weave and wondering how it worked on the brain. What could he change?
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