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[center][color=C60000][b]Location:[/b][/color] Sundown Row - The Pink Room • [color=C60000][b]Time:[/b][/color] Night[/center]
[center][color=C60000][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] Wren [@Tpartywithzombi], Locke [@Oso]• [color=C60000][b]Mentions:[/b][/color] none [/center][/color]
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[color=cadetblue]“You’ve got yourself a deal.”[/color]

Noah nodded, the self satisfied smirk of a creature that was accustomed to always getting his way stayed painted across his face. 

[color=C60000]“Pleasure doing business with you.”[/color] His glib reply held no emotion, and his cold crimson eyes simply followed Locke as he moved while his fingers gently stroked Wren’s hair. He still caught hints of blood mixed in with the scent of her shampoo and  the soothing texture of soft, silken, strands turned a smirk into something more content. 

[color=cadetblue]“Though if I can’t call you brother anymore…then I suppose you don’t get the family discount after all. Tragic, really, because I’m expensive...even for royalty.”[/color]

Noah chuckled, [color=C60000]“I can afford it.”[/color] There wasn’t a price he wouldn’t pay to see Angel back where she belonged. Magnus wanted the same, Noah had no doubts there. Family mattered more than anything. 

[color=cadetblue]“Blood is more than family, and you and I... we’re tied to something thicker than all that. You can hate it, deny it, bury it under all those daddy issues swirling inside of your chest, but it’s still there.”[/color]

Noah only lifted his hand from Wren’s head and waved dismissively at Locke. The man was partially right, it wasn’t just blood that made a family. Beyond blood, it was unwavering loyalty that binded family. 

And he and Locke; they shared neither blood nor loyalty. 

[color=cadetblue]“We’ll always be brothers, Noah. Whether you like it or not.”[/color]

They had never been brothers. Locke had only ever been as manipulative and charming as his race was known for, but eventually betrayals got answered. One day, when Locke’s usefulness dried up, it might come time for Lucky to answer for his betrayal. They both had all the time in the world to wait around for that day, plenty of games to be played in the meantime. 

[color=cadetblue]“Sorry to disappoint you, love…But I’ve got somewhere to be. Remember my face… we’ll make it up together another time.”[/color]

[color=C60000][i]And it really was too bad she was going to stay disappointed. There would not be another time.[/i][/color] The dancer was right to feel on edge, her time had already begun to run out the moment she’d been sent over to this table. She’d simply heard too much and there was no reason to give her the opportunity to share that information. 

He remained, relaxed in the cheaply made booth, his fae pet clinging to him and not so subtly setting the exact image Noah wanted. For all the legendary power the fae possessed, Noah kept one as a prized pet and he was the dominant predator here. It was exactly how he wanted Locke to picture him. 

[color=cadetblue]“And Noah…Give your father my regards.”[/color]

[color=C60000]“Will do, stranger.”[/color] He called back and he waited until he heard the door of The Pink Room open and Locke’s footsteps slowly disappear into the night. 

[color=C60000]“Wren, what was all that tapping about? Morse Code?”[/color] He asked quietly. [color=C60000]“Was he sending secret messages?”[/color] He teased as if the very idea was laughable; their bond was unbreakable. 

[color=C60000]“Do you want to help me kill Locke’s dancer? I want to leave a very special message for Angel.”[/color] He offered, lips almost right against her ear. Noah nipped at her neck, teeth but no fangs, followed by a soft trail of kisses from her neck back to her ear. 

[color=C60000]“We could make some truly inspired art beneath the stars.”[/color] He whispered. [/color]