Dragon Hunting – Waiting

I had been right, the rest of my afternoon was boring. I sent Sage a text with an image of my dinner – steak and roasted sweet potatoes in olive oil and a little cinnamon and sugar and a small side salad with raspberry vinaigrette.

Me
646-555-4512
Sat, 06/23/2015


Jealous?
6:13 PM


Mysterious blue-eyed boy
646-555-2519
Sat, 06/23/2015


Very. :)
6:13 PM

I was still running on the flames of the text and the memory of his lips against mine when I got dressed to go out. I decided I would not make Walker uncomfortable so I play it down. The upside, I would not get the shit kicked out of me at a potential biker bar.

I still work a thick swath of black eyeliner and my hair and nails were still matching sapphire blue from the night before. But I wore black jeans that weren’t too tight because I might end up running later in the evening if things went wrong. I pulled on a plain white t-shirt under a white button up, which I didn’t button up. I didn’t spike my hair after my shower; I let the blue tips fall over the right side and cover more of my Venatori tattoo on my right temple.

The crossed swords were a dead give away to who we were.. It was a good thing only supernatural creatures could see them.

I sent Sage another text with a selfie in the mirror.

Me
646-555-4512
Sat, 06/23/2015


Acceptable for not picking up hot guys and gals?
8:58 PM


Mysterious blue-eyed boy
646-555-2519
Sat, 06/23/2015


No. Go change. :P
8:58 PM
Kidding. You look good but not too good. You pass. Have a good time even though it’s work related.
8:58 PM


Me
646-555-4512
Sat, 06/23/2015


I’d have more fun with you.
8:58 PM


Mysterious blue-eyed boy
646-555-2519
Sat, 06/23/2015


Good. Remember that.
8:59 PM

I grinned as I walked out the door with my phone and my keys. My id and some cash were in my front pocket. I brought nothing else when I went out – except two foil packs, but Sage had my stash and I really wasn’t going to hook up. It was a work thing.

I took the stairs down to the lobby where I told Walker I would meet him. I looked around but Walker was no where to be seen, despite the fact I was sure I was late. I didn’t check the time while I waited near the statue I’d made when I was ten. They called it Atlas. I hadn’t called it anything. It was a statue of a man holding a glass orb with a tiny living garden inside it.

I had used all four elements at the same time to create that statue, the seeds for the grass growing inside the glass orb was the only thing I hadn’t created. Dae’lin had been impressed as had everyone else in the Academy.

Dorian had retested me in all the elements and I passed with flying colors. They rated me as an AC5 at 10 years old, the youngest Magnus to receive such a rating.

Walker walked towards me looking up at the statue behind me. “I still can’t believe you did that when you were just a kid.”

I laughed. “I can’t believe it’s still here.”

Walker walked towards the lobby exit. “Why not?”

I shrugged. “I figure someone would be tired of it. It’s been here for 13 years.”

“Like shit changes around here.” Walker said as we headed down the street towards the subway station.

I knew Walker was hard core in the Venatori. There was little in the way of change in our species. We’d spent the last few centuries stagnant in our beliefs. We had changed with the times in terms of technology, but that had a lot more to do with the ease of information in the human world. And all us young folks taking to it as we integrated into human society.

My father for instance, never used a computer, but he had a cell phone. We’d shared a text or two over the past several years but not many. Nick and I talked more than me and my father did. But then Nick was three months my junior. We’d been acquaintances when we were in school. Now Nick was a Scrin. He worked in the Academy teaching kids how to use computers. He was a tech geek, he always had been.

Walker and I got on the train and we rode two stops before getting off. In reality we could have walked just as fast. But it gave us a chance to just relax before having to pay complete attention to our surroundings. Not that Walker or I relaxed, we’d both been hunting just long enough that everything made us paranoid.

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