liars and lovers combine tonight, we're gonna make a scene
"Well, that's a relief," Neron says with a vulpine smile. "If I had been brought back from the dead just to be instantly rejected, I'd have considered it something of a cruel joke - if not a very belated one." He'd have expected that sort of thing within six months of his death, rather than over five years later. Speaking of their being here, though, he straightens up suddenly, as if remembering himself.
"Where are my manners?" He chastises himself, offering Flora a bow that's all practiced, casual ease; a movement made by someone who has done it enough for it to be instinct. "You look beautiful this evening," he tells her. "Thank you for agreeing to come and meet me."
Straightening up, Flora's inherent nosiness has fresh, wicked amusement alighting in Neron's face, and as they begin to walk together, he offers her his arm that they might chat and conspire to their heart's content. "Maea," he says, unsure of the history between the two women, but it had absolutely been a surprise for the Launceleyn, and he doesn't try to hide it in the slightest.
Wrinkling his nose as Flora glances towards the aforementioned scar, if Neron could have angled his face away so it wasn't visible to her, he might have. "A hawk's talons," he says stiffly. "A very familiar looking hawk it was, too." AKA yes Remi, I know it was you.
"Where are my manners?" He chastises himself, offering Flora a bow that's all practiced, casual ease; a movement made by someone who has done it enough for it to be instinct. "You look beautiful this evening," he tells her. "Thank you for agreeing to come and meet me."
Straightening up, Flora's inherent nosiness has fresh, wicked amusement alighting in Neron's face, and as they begin to walk together, he offers her his arm that they might chat and conspire to their heart's content. "Maea," he says, unsure of the history between the two women, but it had absolutely been a surprise for the Launceleyn, and he doesn't try to hide it in the slightest.
Wrinkling his nose as Flora glances towards the aforementioned scar, if Neron could have angled his face away so it wasn't visible to her, he might have. "A hawk's talons," he says stiffly. "A very familiar looking hawk it was, too." AKA yes Remi, I know it was you.
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