Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20131029012632/@comment-11588669-20131108050810

He sighed yet again, the stars passing over as the ship sailed through the air. It was peaceful, and midnight eyes slowly closed as sleep overtook their owner. It brought peace, and something very peculiar...

---Dream--

He awoke to the sound of children laughing, and something being cooked?

''Nox opened his eyes, and rolled out of the bed. He was in an unknown house, but it felt familiar. He looked around the room, noting the furniture, the weapon racks holding his Rifle, and a very familiar trident. Shaking his head, he walked out the door, and froze.''

''There, on a pristine couch in the living room, were two children. One, a boy, had dark hair, and copper eyes. The other was a girl, with midnight irises and teal curls. He blinked rapidly, and turned to the kitchen, to see a silhouette of a petite woman. Raising an eyebrow, he moved to where he could see her better-''

-Dream end--

The ship lurched, and Nox tumbled off of his spot. He cursed as he hit the side. Then he fell over it.

Thinking quickly, he pulled out his techknife and drove it into the hull. The blade, humming with vibrations, cut right through, and held.

Of course, he was right at Tristan's window. Cursing again, he pulled a knife from his boot, and slammed it right below his foot. The blue highlighted teen growled, and set his foot on the makeshift resting spot. He gripped the window, and pulled it open, stepping through and taking the techknife with him.

Tristan looked up, and his eyes widened. Midnight orbs rolled in return, but otherwise the face was kept stoic.

"Fell off of the top." Was his simple explanation, and the teen made his way towards the exit. He was fine not talking about what he was feeling.

He'd done it all his life. No use in stopping now.