02-22-2024, 01:52 PM
Target: Unknown man: Tangshan China, Yellow Sea [dossier attached]
The mission details were simple. Kill the man claiming to be the Earth god, Tu Di Gong. He was currently making trouble along the Yellow Sea outside the Tangshan Port just a few hours from Beijing. It wasn't quite as simple as hope a bus or train, but No managed to get there the same day the message was received.
The earth shook with a mild tremor a hour after Nox touched ground. The safe house he was staying in was above a small tea shop. Reminded him of London but not in brings back memories kinda way -- just the small place above a shop. Nox couldn't speak the langauge but it rarely mattered. Translation apps on his wallet allowed him to eat and say what needed saying. But it was all and all a lonely thing being in a world where even his flirting didn't translate well.
Didn't matter. He had Sage and the twins keeping him near constant company during the Moscovian wake times. And he was always in contact with Thalia. And the pictures he sent to Raffe. Nox stared at the pictures of the plants and flower and cool things he saw that he'd sent Raffe. He wished he could say more -- do more. But he didn't know what to do.
Sometimes he wanted to pull away completely and just let Raffe go. Let the man live his life away from all his bullshit. And then there were times when he was completely alone and missing the presence of the man in the next room. Raffe didn't even need to sit next to him to feel at home -- to be at peace.
Nox was still terrified that Raffe didn't want any of it -- and if he did that it wasn't with him. He prayed he hadn't imagined it. Prayed to a god that had never answered his prayers. Prayed to the fucking gods of old. He'd pray to the fucking godling proclaiming to be a god if he'd thought he could help him with his love life. That's how Nox felt about praying. It was pointless, but he still did it from time to time.
The earth shook again and pulled Nox from his depressing thoughts. "Time to work, I guess."
The mission details were simple. Kill the man claiming to be the Earth god, Tu Di Gong. He was currently making trouble along the Yellow Sea outside the Tangshan Port just a few hours from Beijing. It wasn't quite as simple as hope a bus or train, but No managed to get there the same day the message was received.
The earth shook with a mild tremor a hour after Nox touched ground. The safe house he was staying in was above a small tea shop. Reminded him of London but not in brings back memories kinda way -- just the small place above a shop. Nox couldn't speak the langauge but it rarely mattered. Translation apps on his wallet allowed him to eat and say what needed saying. But it was all and all a lonely thing being in a world where even his flirting didn't translate well.
Didn't matter. He had Sage and the twins keeping him near constant company during the Moscovian wake times. And he was always in contact with Thalia. And the pictures he sent to Raffe. Nox stared at the pictures of the plants and flower and cool things he saw that he'd sent Raffe. He wished he could say more -- do more. But he didn't know what to do.
Sometimes he wanted to pull away completely and just let Raffe go. Let the man live his life away from all his bullshit. And then there were times when he was completely alone and missing the presence of the man in the next room. Raffe didn't even need to sit next to him to feel at home -- to be at peace.
Nox was still terrified that Raffe didn't want any of it -- and if he did that it wasn't with him. He prayed he hadn't imagined it. Prayed to a god that had never answered his prayers. Prayed to the fucking gods of old. He'd pray to the fucking godling proclaiming to be a god if he'd thought he could help him with his love life. That's how Nox felt about praying. It was pointless, but he still did it from time to time.
The earth shook again and pulled Nox from his depressing thoughts. "Time to work, I guess."
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