04-24-2017, 08:46 PM
Jay laughed when Nox pushed away the drink and stole it before Nox did something stupid, like spill it. The warmth slammed his lips, and he vaguely wondered how Dorian was so rich to have a mansion and staff and thousand-dollar bottles of scotch sitting around unguarded. Nox did ramble off something about Dorian and the kid -- Sage, Jay caught his name -- but like most everything associated with the guy, it made no sense to Jay.
He wished for the ability to float the bottle to him as Nox had. Honest to God, Jay stared at that bottle and wondered how to make it levitate. Was he suppose to do something? Wave a hand? Recite a spell? Say a prayer? Nox did nothing but stare at it, the melodramatic bastard, and it obeyed his every thought. Maybe that was the key? Thought. Concentration. Focus. It reminded him of the first time he held a firearm, scared to death he was going to look like an idiot on the range. Just take a deep breath, he remembered telling himself, focus, and relax. He had control of the weapon, not the other way around. His hands cradled the grip. His eyes found their target. By his command did the weapon operate. Maybe it was the same thing here. Maybe he was concentrating too much on making it work, and that was the exact thing not to do. He'd shoot himself in the foot that way.
"Agh,"
he winced at the sudden pinch on his neck. Weird that his arm didn't fly up to restrain the offending breech of his personal space. Instead, he sat there, oddly accepting of the touch. The whole night was a blur. Man, that Macallan was good. Mac the Manallan. He laughed to himself and rubbed his eyes. "What left a mark?"
He asked as darkness hovered on the edge of his senses. Wasn't there something he was suppose to be doing?
Next thing he knew, he was kissing someone. But that didn't make any sense. There was no one around. No one except..
"Nox?"
He pushed him away slightly, frowning and blinking.
He looked to one side, stared at the empty cushion, then to the other side, then to the guy's hands and finally back to his face. "Really?"
Color Jay shocked. That was the last thing he expected from Nox. The guy was -- clearly a cold-hearted killer and a pretty much damned to hell -- but who wasn't these days? Hell, this whole time, Jay figured if he was going to hook up with anyone, it'd been Vanders by now. But this worked too. He grinned and pulled his shirt over his head.
He wished for the ability to float the bottle to him as Nox had. Honest to God, Jay stared at that bottle and wondered how to make it levitate. Was he suppose to do something? Wave a hand? Recite a spell? Say a prayer? Nox did nothing but stare at it, the melodramatic bastard, and it obeyed his every thought. Maybe that was the key? Thought. Concentration. Focus. It reminded him of the first time he held a firearm, scared to death he was going to look like an idiot on the range. Just take a deep breath, he remembered telling himself, focus, and relax. He had control of the weapon, not the other way around. His hands cradled the grip. His eyes found their target. By his command did the weapon operate. Maybe it was the same thing here. Maybe he was concentrating too much on making it work, and that was the exact thing not to do. He'd shoot himself in the foot that way.
"Agh,"
he winced at the sudden pinch on his neck. Weird that his arm didn't fly up to restrain the offending breech of his personal space. Instead, he sat there, oddly accepting of the touch. The whole night was a blur. Man, that Macallan was good. Mac the Manallan. He laughed to himself and rubbed his eyes. "What left a mark?"
He asked as darkness hovered on the edge of his senses. Wasn't there something he was suppose to be doing?
Next thing he knew, he was kissing someone. But that didn't make any sense. There was no one around. No one except..
"Nox?"
He pushed him away slightly, frowning and blinking.
He looked to one side, stared at the empty cushion, then to the other side, then to the guy's hands and finally back to his face. "Really?"
Color Jay shocked. That was the last thing he expected from Nox. The guy was -- clearly a cold-hearted killer and a pretty much damned to hell -- but who wasn't these days? Hell, this whole time, Jay figured if he was going to hook up with anyone, it'd been Vanders by now. But this worked too. He grinned and pulled his shirt over his head.
Only darkness shows you the light.