08-19-2016, 06:18 AM
Nox placed a key in her palm, and Asha'a expression fell to a frown. Confusion tinged her concern. On the surface the explanation sounded innocent enough, and she sensed nothing unusual from Nox, but... "If he knows Aria doesn't live here anymore, why would he come?"
He'd have no reason to, right? Then, a more worrying thought. "Is he like Aria? Or is he like you?"
Elias simmered like a storm cloud behind them. The pressure filled every corner of the room, stealing all the air. Her jaw hardened, followed by a deep breath. She swallowed the key in her hand and shoved it in her pocket as the bite of Elias's words filled the quiet. It was a fair point, but he was spoiling for an argument. Nox had a talent for annoying others, and the two had never gotten along, but she hoped desperately that he wouldn't bite. Last time had been bad enough.
She retreated to the desk where the journals were stacked neatly, aware that the man called Cain still lingered awkwardly by the door. It rolled off him in uncertain waves, tightening into her skin, and Asha offered a weary smile as she sorted though the books. "You can sit down you know. And feel free to help yourself."
She spared a hand to point out the food and water on the table. "We met when my car was stolen. He convinced Aria to put me up. And you? Seems he has a penchant for collecting us strays."
This time her smile was a little less ragged, and she hummed a note of self- deprecating laughter. She'd been grateful for the help; still was.
He'd have no reason to, right? Then, a more worrying thought. "Is he like Aria? Or is he like you?"
Elias simmered like a storm cloud behind them. The pressure filled every corner of the room, stealing all the air. Her jaw hardened, followed by a deep breath. She swallowed the key in her hand and shoved it in her pocket as the bite of Elias's words filled the quiet. It was a fair point, but he was spoiling for an argument. Nox had a talent for annoying others, and the two had never gotten along, but she hoped desperately that he wouldn't bite. Last time had been bad enough.
She retreated to the desk where the journals were stacked neatly, aware that the man called Cain still lingered awkwardly by the door. It rolled off him in uncertain waves, tightening into her skin, and Asha offered a weary smile as she sorted though the books. "You can sit down you know. And feel free to help yourself."
She spared a hand to point out the food and water on the table. "We met when my car was stolen. He convinced Aria to put me up. And you? Seems he has a penchant for collecting us strays."
This time her smile was a little less ragged, and she hummed a note of self- deprecating laughter. She'd been grateful for the help; still was.