liars and lovers combine tonight, we're gonna make a scene
With his coat evidently taken care of and the rest of the evening - alive, feeling, breathing, tasting - waiting to unfold before him, Neron wastes little time in spying the woman he'd been instructed to wine and dine by the witch who still terrifies him a bit, not that he'd ever admit it. Leaving Remi to do whatever the fuck he's going to do while the Launceleyn is busy, Neron steps away to approach Flora, steel blue eyes drinking in the almost-familiar shape of her.
Almost, of course, because they'd only actually met twice, and Flora of course has grown and bloomed in the time since he'd last been in her presence.
Standing a few feet behind her, dressed in his customary black but with the breeze tousling his fair hair, he quietly clears his throat and raises an eyebrow, hoping to catch her attention. "Flora?"
His smile is tentative, as if he's hiding a secret or keeping back a quiet laugh. "Your grandmother says hello. She said you could use some cheering up?"
Almost, of course, because they'd only actually met twice, and Flora of course has grown and bloomed in the time since he'd last been in her presence.
Standing a few feet behind her, dressed in his customary black but with the breeze tousling his fair hair, he quietly clears his throat and raises an eyebrow, hoping to catch her attention. "Flora?"
His smile is tentative, as if he's hiding a secret or keeping back a quiet laugh. "Your grandmother says hello. She said you could use some cheering up?"
Neron
