liars and lovers combine tonight, we're gonna make a scene
"Oh, I certainly got that impression," Neron assures Flora of the nonna in question, and he doesn't try to hide the respect for the witch that had been spooked into him rather than given freely. "Here's hoping my conduct this evening doesn't displease her. I have never considered that I might be able to die twice, but... well. Best not tempt fate, no?"
He's quite happily strolling down the boardwalk - and taking in any sight, smell or sound that catches his senses, truth be told - when Flora slows considerably, the change in her expression dramatic enough to have a laugh bubbling up in Neron's throat. "We were not unfriendly," he says, political as you like. "But then hardly any of us were back then, given the us against the world thing that was going on. If that look in your eye is asking something specific, though, then no. We were never like that either."
Chuckling now, whether about the absurdity of it or simply because it's just been so long since he properly laughed, Neron urges them to keep walking. "Quite," he agrees of the suspiciously pale nature of the hawk that had marked him. As for how he knows Remi, though, Neron lets out a low whistle.
"Let's see," he says. "I was an Ascended/Abandoned hybrid who ruled Halo for quite a considerable length of time before the war really began to ramp up. Remi was a demigod of Ludo on the complete opposite end of the spectrum, who had enough ties to some Ascended to continue being conspiciously present, even when conflict was on our doorstep. Need I say more?" Because there's more to tell, truth be told, but Neron doesn't care to spend the evening talking about Remi Taliesin.
"Can I tell you a secret?" he asks instead, voice lowering.
He's quite happily strolling down the boardwalk - and taking in any sight, smell or sound that catches his senses, truth be told - when Flora slows considerably, the change in her expression dramatic enough to have a laugh bubbling up in Neron's throat. "We were not unfriendly," he says, political as you like. "But then hardly any of us were back then, given the us against the world thing that was going on. If that look in your eye is asking something specific, though, then no. We were never like that either."
Chuckling now, whether about the absurdity of it or simply because it's just been so long since he properly laughed, Neron urges them to keep walking. "Quite," he agrees of the suspiciously pale nature of the hawk that had marked him. As for how he knows Remi, though, Neron lets out a low whistle.
"Let's see," he says. "I was an Ascended/Abandoned hybrid who ruled Halo for quite a considerable length of time before the war really began to ramp up. Remi was a demigod of Ludo on the complete opposite end of the spectrum, who had enough ties to some Ascended to continue being conspiciously present, even when conflict was on our doorstep. Need I say more?" Because there's more to tell, truth be told, but Neron doesn't care to spend the evening talking about Remi Taliesin.
"Can I tell you a secret?" he asks instead, voice lowering.
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