To Flow From

Nick cracked his fingers and settled at the bar with a smug look. He looked at the person next to him, "Good day?"

What Anael liked best about Emanare, he mused as he leaned back against the wall, half tempted to let his wings out for their comforting presence, was the wild mix of creatures. People (or non-people) that would never have come together outside of the club, and it created many unexpected connections. Love took many shapes, and did not stop at anything. It made him feel warmer to hang out in the club.

He was sitting on the second level and watching the other patrons, an untouched glass of wine on the table. It wasn't as creepy as it might sound, honest.

Anael was staring at the water.

He was crouched on a rock on the edge of the baths, wearing nothing but jeans, wings visible in his back. They were sheltering him from the outside world, drawn up slightly and curved on either side of his body. His outstretched hand almost touched the hot water, creating tiny waves by sending warm tendrils of wind on the surface.

He was deep in thought, in his own world. Clearly someone had to come and disturb him.

Sundays weren't any different at the Emanare than any other day. It was crowded with a multitude of beings, corners and nooks isolated for peace. Any beverage was served at the bar on each level by one of the Morgan women.

It was simple, it was relaxing, it was neutral. That was the charm.