Lithium’s decision to send the text was a good one. Music is a universal language apparently, even to someone as old and set-in-his-ways as Nyxander. Bridges have been mended and new bonds formed. So a much happier and much sassier Lithium now awaits his two favorite old-as-dirt vampires to come out and play. ^.^
Lithium pressed his back against the metal pole supporting the noodle cart’s canopy and slowly slid down to sit on the ground. It was early, way too early for most, but sleeping hadn’t been easy since the Big Fight. He slipped his phone from a vest pocket and stared at the black screen for several moments before swiping it active with his thumb. ‘Do I send this?’ the Sekhmeti vampire asked himself. He had recorded himself playing a folk song on his oud with the intent of sending it to Nyxander, but the Brit was wary of making things worse with the Spartan. It was perhaps five minutes of staring at the attached audio file before Lithium clicked his pierced tongue against the back of his teeth and said, “Fuck it.” He clicked send and pocketed the phone again.