Today’s prompt is christmas. It’s the 8th of May and not really Christmas lol.
So I’ll share a story I’ve shared before. It’s an Angel and Zane story but they are me and Alex so it’s appropriate anyway.
Check it out here
And if you want more of Angel and Zane check them out on The Stars Moon and You
So Alex’s birthday is next month out here in the real world. His second with me in AJ’s head I think. I don’t know what I’ll do yet but I figured I’d let ya’ll read what we wrote for his last one
You’ll have to scroll to the bottom and read it from the bottom up, blogs are silly that way being all reverse order and such.
A short following Rockstar and before The Children of Morpheus.
Weeks of being with Nox had changed things drastically. He’s shown me things I never knew existed. There is this little boy who is half a dragon and he can do magic and has these beautiful orange eyes, a dark skin that isn’t human and hair made of spun gold. And I fell in love him as easily and as quickly as I did Nox. The man has a huge heart. He took in a boy who’d lost everything.
He understands me in a way no one has before. I’ve been with others before who would indulge me. But not like Nox. Everything about him is about pleasing me. Not like doing my bidding or my slave. He wants to share pleasure with me. Nox’s greatest kink is to please his lovers. I’m not sure how this works. I want to watch him. His body is amazing. The way he moves. I like to watch him dance. Yoga is such a turn on. Stretching and bending and moving in such beautiful ways.
No one I’d been with was open to sharing… so I could watch. Nox is. The night we talked about it he let me watch him over a video call. Watching him touch himself was amazing, the expressions he made while he was coming was the final thing I needed to come myself. He’s amazing. He loves me. And here I’m walking into Aspect on a Tuesday night alone hoping to catch a glimpse of the bartender Nox kissed the last time we’d been here.
The bouncer let me in with a smirk and a few of the servers gave me a friendly wave, apparently I’d made an impression. I caught sight of him behind the bar in a white tank top and the same tight black pants. There was no one at the bar and he was cleaning a glass. It was almost cliche. When I sat down he asked, “What’ll you have?” He didn’t even look up.
I smiled at him, hoping he’d look but he didn’t, so I asked, “What would you recommend?”
He looked up and gave me a friendly smile, but nothing said he recognized who I was. “Depends on what you are looking for.” He said with a smirk.
I tried to play it cool, this was a guy I’d watched making out with my partner. I couldn’t help the arousal and the thoughts that shot through my mind. I thought I saw his smirk grow wider like he was privy to my thoughts. My voice gave out when I tried to talk which brought the tell tale heat to my cheeks. “I…” I started again. “I’m looking for something hard but smooth going down.” Did I really fucking say that? It was one thing to be brazen online, but out of my own mouth was another. Cyber sex was easy compared to this. Watching a lot easier.
The smirk from Nox’s rockstar never faded as he went off to make a drink. I watched his body as he walked. I liked the way his pants fit his ass. I could almost see Nox behind him and I had to turn away from the man before things got out of hand. The dance floor held a few couples who were dancing to the music. It was lighter tonight, the music didn’t pound into your skull, the beat was still strong and I found myself tapping to the beat. When Nox stayed there was an almost constant thrum to the whole house, it was never loud, but music was his life line. He either had a pair of ear buds in or let the speakers open wide on his phone, but there was always music playing. Knowing Nox it was all about comfort and safety. The beat of his mother’s heart, or some bullshit like that.
Nox had more problems then I knew how to handle. He’s afraid of elevators. I loved the fact that he’d curl around me when we’d go up to his apartment. He smells wonderful and his body pressed against mine no matter how platonic it is. It all makes me so hard. Yet he jumps from the top of the building and thinks it’s heaven. I won’t ever get it. I don’t know if I want to, he’s free when he jumps, even if I can’t watch him do it. He might die. He admitted to trying to kill himself a few times. What kinda person does that? He says he’s not troubled anymore, but he’s also stopped seeing his therapist after 15 years of seeing her religiously. What the fuck?
I mean I get why. She killed his twin sister, but couldn’t make herself kill him. She’s been lying to him his whole life. He trusted her with everything and she lied to him. I think lying to him is probably the worst crime anyone could ever commit against him. Cheating then telling him straight out would go over better than hiding it from him. Lying about it even worse than that.
I don’t view this as cheating. I’m not going to sleep with him. I’m just talking, that’s all I want to do. How else am I supposed to find someone to include in our exploration of things. I’ll tell him.
I turned back to find my drink had already been placed in front of me, but rockstar was no where to be seen. I frowned and sipped at the drink. It was stout but it went down smooth. I wish I knew drinks better. I was probably going to get totally wasted on this one drink. I drank beer with Danny, and Uncle Dusty, but that was really the extent of it. Drinking never really was my thing.
I waited around for a while to see if rockstar would show up, but he didn’t. His shift must have ended. My loss – getting lost in my own thoughts, must be what Nox feels like when he does the zone out thing. I’ll have to be more cognizant of his departures so he doesn’t miss things.
I picked up my phone and looked at the time. I had to be at work early – I always did, but that was my own fault not my boss. He didn’t get in until 10 or 11 in the morning. I liked to start early, and it seemed to be getting earlier now that Nox was around more often. He woke early and I’d just get up with him and start my day too. It allowed me to watch him do his thing before breakfast.
Nox was busy working with Walker, he was likely busy but I sent him a text anyway. “Wish you were here. Drink was good, music was decent, but the sights were the best thing – Sent from Aspect” I sent a second text to follow, “Heading home. Wishing you were there too.”
The night had failed drastically. But I learned a little about myself I think. That’s a plus. Maybe next time I won’t be eating my heart.
If you’ve read the Last Phoenix you know all about Drake. You know he’s three years old. You know he’s half dragon, half human. And you know he’s living with me and I’ve officially adopted him. But that’s all we really know about Drake.
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few other facts? He likes to collect cars. He has a Snoopy stuffed animal and a ragged blanket. And he likes cake… but what kid doesn’t like cake.
Drake has dark skin like his mother. AJ might try to Photoshop his skin a little more, since it’s not exactly what she’s looking for. His eyes and his hair came out well though.
Drake was born August 30, 2012 in New York City to Gordon and Naomi Pierce. Gordon was working as a janitor at the MET and Naomi was a professional thief. As with all dragon’s Naomi has a hoard – her choice was gemstones when she started robbing banks around her hoard things got messy.
Drake being half human was kept a secret, as was Gordon. They lived a meager life and there were no friends or family – just the three of them. They lived in a shit hole apartment in Hell’s Kitchen.
At present, his favorite color is green. His favorite movie is Monster’s Inc. He particularly likes Mike – the green eyeball thing who kinda tells funny jokes. His best friend is Aidan Row – Dorian’s son. And Drake is rated NNC3 – the youngest child to ever attain the Cesari designation. He’s also the youngest Magnus on record who manifested early to survive. Part that may be his dragon parentage – part of it may be my early intervention. We’ll test the early intervention theory with Naya and any other child who’s parents will allow me to teach them as early as they can understand and follow instructions.
You get none.
AJ doesn’t watch Seinfeld. But she knows that one. Sage is supposed to be able insert quotes into everyday conversation. That only really works if you remember those things. AJ has a shit memory. Classic lines stick and favorite movies too. But the random off the wall quote? Not gonna happen.
And those same quotes are going to be cliche’s too… lucky us.
AJ needs to gather a list of movie quotes for Sage to throw out. So AJ’s gonna do that today. Collect quotes while not writing, working, and dealing with the impending migraine. You can follow along:
If you are following Darwynn’s Law you know Chris has perished – a victim of a therian attack. (So much better than typing were, or were creature and getting a weird look from my stupid screen.)
I promised I’d tell the story behind it. So here goes. AJ has an outline. AJ tries to follow outline. We kinda smushed it and moved things and went a different direction. AJ also has a horrible memory. But when it comes to the world it’s usually pretty good. Not this time.
But before I get to that, let me share. AJ had things randomly done. Random kids, random names, random descriptions, random personalities. She threw a few knowns in there like Chris, Nate, Dylan and Michaela. They all have background story. Threw a couple of the ruling family in for good measure and everything else was random.
AJ knew Trent was going to die. She had an avatar for him but since moved him cause she didn’t want to kill Eliot (from The Magicians). Kenny – well Kenny was going to die. Kinda had to kill Kenny – cliche but yes it was a must.
Two kids were slotted to die. AJ randomized that too. Stuck them in the same group and then randomly assigned all of them to groups, and assigned me, Trent and Dylan all to groups. She went so far as to randomly decide winners and losers and grades etc. But I don’t think we’ll be using that stuff. But it’s there if it’s needed.
So those two kids who died were supposed to be in Dylan’s group. Opps. AJ normally could have corrected that mistake but the post had already been published. AJ kinda has this rule if it’s published to the real world – it’s kinda law unless it’s ‘back story’ or just me rambling about something – like the past Dorian stuff. No one ever saw the drafts where he and I were an item thus it was changeable. So whoops – fuck up. So AJ looks who’s in group two, Trent’s group.
AJ could have rolled again, did it randomly. But AJ’s a bitch. (I love you AJ, but you are!) Given that it would cause me the most grief, AJ killed Chris. I knew AJ had to do it. I’d do it too. So, Chris wasn’t important to my story. But he is now. He’s my best friend’s nephew. Now I have to deal with Jace and his reaction to losing his nephew. I’m not looking forward to it. I can only hope that Jace forgives me.
James Green was slated to die, but he survived – the arrogant prick. In his stead John got to die. A ruling family is caused distress, maybe prompting them to take a look at things. Doubtful, but it adds to the drama of life in the AU building.
The Mind of Nox 