Neron
the wind breathes lonely
longing to be seen
longing to be seen
"I have been known to keep a few tricks up my sleeves," Neron agrees with a lopsided smirk, wiping down the counter and looking Maea up and down with the subtle glance of a predator, though he doesn't intend to attack her. No, he recognises in her movements, her expression, the exact sort of weakness that one might take advantage of in the right circumstances. And the Hailstorm quite likes Maea, so that won't do at all.
"You asked for it," he drawls, the picture of casual cheer as he lifts the counter for her to sidle behind the bar next to him. "I find organising the booze to be very distracting. There are so many near empty bottles here, too. You can either look through the shelves and call out their names, or you can write the names down. Lady's choice."
"You asked for it," he drawls, the picture of casual cheer as he lifts the counter for her to sidle behind the bar next to him. "I find organising the booze to be very distracting. There are so many near empty bottles here, too. You can either look through the shelves and call out their names, or you can write the names down. Lady's choice."
sometimes the soul
has days like these
has days like these
