Flying Solo

[Nox]

"I take it that doesn't surprise you at all. How do you know him? And while you are at it, who do you know this Aria?"


Nox grinned, it didn't take Aria's sense of emotions to know that this woman was jealous. He wanted to laugh, but he didn't. If he had learned one thing with Lucas was that he had to reign himself in if he didn't want to make enemies, and this man still had a gun hidden in his pocket and she had a weapon that was far more dangerous than the gun. And she looked like she knew how to use it.

"Bas is my friend. I was itching to fight, he showed me I wasn't quite so ready as I thought I was."
He didn't want to explain the issue he was having at the time. He didn't want them to find weakness in him. He wasn't weak. And he definitely wouldn't be showing these two anyway to get a handle on him.

Nox noticed a man watching them. He wasn't threatening looking and he definitely wasn't very Atharim looking, though they did come in all shapes and sizes, but almost all of them and a particular air about him. He lacked it. Nox gave the man a nod and a grin before he leaned in to speak about Aria. His beer arrived unopened and Nox's grin grew wider, he hadn't even asked for it that way.

He wove a small weave of air and put his hand on top of the bottle and popped the lid open with ease. The bottle cap in the palm of his hand. He put his elbows on the table in front of him and smiled absently. "Aria also found me when I was itching to fight. She could have left me for dead when the fight actually came at us. But she didn't. She saved my bacon a number of times in that short span of time."
Nox idly rolled the beer cap on the top of his hand before. He watched the cap twist over his fingers like his father had taught him. "She gave me something that was lost. At least she kicked started it anyway. Gave me back my purpose in life. Not that it was all that much of a revelation. But here I am. In Moscow, working with Aria to whatever ends. I owe her my life among many other things."
He sipped at his beer while still watching the bottle cap.

He looked up to the red head. "There is no reason to be jealous of her. She's completely head over heels for someone good for her. And she'd never hurt him if she could help it. He keeps her in check, as do I. She won't be kissing your fiance anymore, or hurting him either."
He turned to Connor as his wallet beeped at him.

He picked it up it was a message from Aria. "Need to talk to you. Borovsky's finally done with me." He laughed. "Speak of the devil."
Nox set the wallet back on the table and looked back to Connor. "She would like to apologize, maybe we can arrange that someday soon."

Edited by Nox, Feb 9 2015, 12:39 PM.