Last Stop

[Nox]

Nox smirked at his wonderment at what a dive was, it only drove home the difference in their life styles. He'd never been in much more than a dive his whole life, and even with a steady paycheck hunting monsters he could never afford anything this man had. Yet they both sat in the same bar.

Speaking of homes seemed to be a depressing thing for both of them. Nox watched as the sadness crept into his eyes as he asked. "Homes require attachment don't you think?"
He was right about that. 100%. Nox had never really had a home before. Now all he wanted to do to was get back to Moscow. To the only one left to care about. Everyone else was dead.

"They do at that."
Nox pushed the lingering thoughts of dead family away. He wasn't going to dwell on things he couldn't change. He smiled as his companion spoke of the beaches.

"I have not seen the beaches."
In the few times his family had come this way they'd never had an adventure on the beach. Nox remembered trying to scramble away from his mom one trip to try and get a peep at the girls on the beach but he'd gotten caught before he was even in sight of water. "The beach was never a destination for my travels; our trips were always to much darker and damp places."
He smiled. "Places that could give you nightmares."
And they had.

He wouldn't be back to Mexico in any foreseeable future, maybe he should see one, it's not like Moscow is going to have any beaches. "I'm sure you could do better than tell me. Unless you've something better to do."
Nox grabbed the power again and let threads of fire and air dance around them warming the air slightly. No one else could see them, just the two of them. "There are always other things to do."



Edited by Nox, Jun 16 2016, 12:52 PM.