liars and lovers combine tonight, we're gonna make a scene
"I rather believe that was the point," Neron says with a quiet laugh. "Though that suggests you were expecting someone else. Should I go?" The mischief in his blue eyes hasn't changed since they last saw one another, and it likely never will, and though he makes as if to step away again, as Flora draws closer, of course he drops the act. He moves to meet her, in fact, his expression softening into something rather more solemn as she speaks, almost inevitably, about his death.
"I was sorry too," he says dryly. "I'd kidded myself that I was going to make it out of that fight. More fool me." The lanterns, though - that's a small spark of something good in the wake of the 10/10 bad that dying had been. "I know," Neron says smoothly. "You were the only one who did until this year. A kindness I never expected, but I'm grateful to have had."
Glancing fleetingly over his shoulder to where he'd used Remi as a coat-rack, Neron noses down the boardwalk as if to suggest that they go for a stroll, perhaps. "I won't say I don't appreciate the magical voodoo that's brought me back here, but given that the man responsible for the scar on my face is back there, shall we walk and talk?"
"I was sorry too," he says dryly. "I'd kidded myself that I was going to make it out of that fight. More fool me." The lanterns, though - that's a small spark of something good in the wake of the 10/10 bad that dying had been. "I know," Neron says smoothly. "You were the only one who did until this year. A kindness I never expected, but I'm grateful to have had."
Glancing fleetingly over his shoulder to where he'd used Remi as a coat-rack, Neron noses down the boardwalk as if to suggest that they go for a stroll, perhaps. "I won't say I don't appreciate the magical voodoo that's brought me back here, but given that the man responsible for the scar on my face is back there, shall we walk and talk?"
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