02-09-2015, 03:51 PM
The last week had been trying. Aria had been missing for most of that time, not responding even to his texts. He had started to get worried, the longer it went, but Nox had told him she was ok. Just busy working. Lucas wasn't fooled. Nox was concerned too. But there was nothing he could do. That either of them could do.
So instead, he threw himself into his work, both at the shop and on Aria's room. It was the only way to deal with the stress he was feeling- well the only healthy way to deal with it. Thankfully, the desire to drink didn't rear its ugly head.
Instead, he'd spend the evening at Nox's place working on the room. Nox would watch some times and they'd talk about nothing important. Sports. Movies. Music. Their tastes were not too similar, but it was enough for conversation. Sometimes Lucas would watch him practice his power. It was pretty cool what he could do. The potential was incredible. His sister, Aurora, hung around from time to time. But she was quiet. It was like she was Nox's opposite in everything. Which he wouldn't have minded, really. Nox could be hard to take at times.
But it was clear that she felt out of place, which struck him as odd. This was her place too. And they were family. Nox might be a dick and monopolize the attention, but they were siblings. Then again, what did that mean? He really had no concept of that kind of relationship, beyond the intellectual understanding. What was considered normal?
All he really knew is that she seemed uncomfortable here. And she kept him at arms length. Which was her right. He never intruded into people's lives when it was clear they didn't want you there.
So he was either at Nox's place or at work, and all the while in the back of his mind, he was thinking of Aria. He waited for her to come back to the land of the living. Nox seemed on edge too. He didn't go into detail but things at their....work? job? Whatever you called it, it had gotten harder. His laughs and jokes were a bit more...forced, the mask he wore strained.
And finally- finally- she came back to him. The bell on his door jingled and he looked up as he always did and at last it was her smiling face that greeted him.
He put down the gun he had been cleaning and went to her, enveloping her in a hug that lifted her off the ground as he spun her about and kissed her hard on the mouth. He didn't care that Sergei and a customer were watching. Let them.
She had come back to him.
So instead, he threw himself into his work, both at the shop and on Aria's room. It was the only way to deal with the stress he was feeling- well the only healthy way to deal with it. Thankfully, the desire to drink didn't rear its ugly head.
Instead, he'd spend the evening at Nox's place working on the room. Nox would watch some times and they'd talk about nothing important. Sports. Movies. Music. Their tastes were not too similar, but it was enough for conversation. Sometimes Lucas would watch him practice his power. It was pretty cool what he could do. The potential was incredible. His sister, Aurora, hung around from time to time. But she was quiet. It was like she was Nox's opposite in everything. Which he wouldn't have minded, really. Nox could be hard to take at times.
But it was clear that she felt out of place, which struck him as odd. This was her place too. And they were family. Nox might be a dick and monopolize the attention, but they were siblings. Then again, what did that mean? He really had no concept of that kind of relationship, beyond the intellectual understanding. What was considered normal?
All he really knew is that she seemed uncomfortable here. And she kept him at arms length. Which was her right. He never intruded into people's lives when it was clear they didn't want you there.
So he was either at Nox's place or at work, and all the while in the back of his mind, he was thinking of Aria. He waited for her to come back to the land of the living. Nox seemed on edge too. He didn't go into detail but things at their....work? job? Whatever you called it, it had gotten harder. His laughs and jokes were a bit more...forced, the mask he wore strained.
And finally- finally- she came back to him. The bell on his door jingled and he looked up as he always did and at last it was her smiling face that greeted him.
He put down the gun he had been cleaning and went to her, enveloping her in a hug that lifted her off the ground as he spun her about and kissed her hard on the mouth. He didn't care that Sergei and a customer were watching. Let them.
She had come back to him.