02-22-2017, 09:49 PM
Jay shook his head, "Nah. Can't be true. Vanders would have told me."
A moment later, he realized he said a name he shouldn't have. Well, Nox had a lot to drink tonight. He might forget it.
After shifting his weight, Jay looked more closely at Nox, holding his gaze. He could be lying. Making it up to get something out of him. He'd already guessed his affiliation with Africa, and presumably with the Legion. There was no way he could know much more than that. It wasn't like Jay had a website with all his past fuck ups outlined in chronological order. Probably no good reason to make it up. Maybe to get him to talk about the Legion's use of magic in war. That'd be a good reason to chat someone up if they were in the market of that kind of intelligence. Nox had killed a man without even thinking.
Despite the thoughts coursing his mind, there was no overwhelming sense of distrust from Nox. It reminded him of someone, although he couldn't name who it was. He'd felt something similar the first time he met Jacques, despite the logic that spoke the complete opposite. Ironic. Now, it was the logic that said Nox was trouble when his gut seemed at ease.
He shrugged, breaking the study with a sip of the beer. "What I mean is nothing like that has ever happened to me. You must have sensed something else. Or maybe someone else. I don't know how all that works."
He waved his hand in Nox's general direction.
Even as he said the words, he took a longer drink at the beer, guzzling three or four long gulps, as a quiet thought crossed his mind. His brow furrowed low.
What if he was right?
A moment later, he realized he said a name he shouldn't have. Well, Nox had a lot to drink tonight. He might forget it.
After shifting his weight, Jay looked more closely at Nox, holding his gaze. He could be lying. Making it up to get something out of him. He'd already guessed his affiliation with Africa, and presumably with the Legion. There was no way he could know much more than that. It wasn't like Jay had a website with all his past fuck ups outlined in chronological order. Probably no good reason to make it up. Maybe to get him to talk about the Legion's use of magic in war. That'd be a good reason to chat someone up if they were in the market of that kind of intelligence. Nox had killed a man without even thinking.
Despite the thoughts coursing his mind, there was no overwhelming sense of distrust from Nox. It reminded him of someone, although he couldn't name who it was. He'd felt something similar the first time he met Jacques, despite the logic that spoke the complete opposite. Ironic. Now, it was the logic that said Nox was trouble when his gut seemed at ease.
He shrugged, breaking the study with a sip of the beer. "What I mean is nothing like that has ever happened to me. You must have sensed something else. Or maybe someone else. I don't know how all that works."
He waved his hand in Nox's general direction.
Even as he said the words, he took a longer drink at the beer, guzzling three or four long gulps, as a quiet thought crossed his mind. His brow furrowed low.
What if he was right?
Only darkness shows you the light.