Fisher Majors (hearitbleed) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2010-05-02 11:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | fisher, nox |
Monday May 12th 2008
Who: Nox and Fisher
What: Trust Exercise
Where: Nox's Office
When: Monday Morning
Rating: PG 13
Fisher was admittedly excited about going to see Nox's wings. Aside from his usual interest in the weirdly macabre, imagining Nox in these badass batlike wings was pretty damn hot. Nox was one of the most normal people Fisher knew, and to think that he had something so distinct and unusual about him that he kept hidden, well... it made the man more human. In a manner of speaking.
Carrying his shoulder bag (just in case Nox actually made him go to class), Fisher hurried to the demon's office feeling somewhat high in spirits. It felt wrong to be looking forward to something with so much death lurking around the school, but to Fisher death was always lurking around. And Nox had actually sounded better, which was promising. The man took too much upon himself. Knocking on the door only as a formality, Fisher let himself into the man's office. For the first time in weeks, his hair was smooth and was pulled back off his face in a low ponytail. He was wearing dark wash jeans instead of his usual chained pants, and his black zip-up hoodie was somewhat fitted, not shapeless and oversized. He looked somewhat like a grown man and not a teenager.
Not that he was dressing up to look good to see Nox.
"Hey," he said with a half smile, dropping his messenger bag onto one of the chairs. "You should be proud, I'm awake before noon and actually went to class this morning."