liars and lovers combine tonight, we're gonna make a scene
"I was not," Neron croons, wicked delight flaring in his eyes to hear that his legacy had continued with another bar long after he'd died. The request is there, ready on his lips - show me what I inspired - but then of course she mentions that it's under construction, whatever that might mean, and he inclines his head and lets go of that train of thought. "Perhaps if I'm ever lucky enough to come back again, I'll get a chance to visit," he says instead.
Nodding his confirmation - an Ascended for longer than he'd ever been a mere Abandoned in Caido, truthfully - as Flora's eyes flick over him, Neron doesn't hide the way he takes her in as well. He'd be lying if he'd said he'd remembered her instantly when Vai had located him (why, yes, that's part of the reason the witch inspires such terror in him, thank you for asking), but after a bit of coaxing of his memory, he recalls the vibrant teenager who had come for a drink shortly before the war - before his death.
And he can still see glimmers of her there now, but Flora has become so much more since their last meeting; there's confidence in her every word and every move, and she strolls through Torchline as though she owns it - which isn't far off, from what he's learned about her before coming here. "I never threaten a good time," he informs her with a sly smile, "I guarantee it."
The boutique bar sounds like everything he's ever wanted, and as she offers it, he's already picking up his pace as if he's the one leading them, flashing her a charming smile for her trouble. "A short sunset walk to a bar with a gorgeous lady on my arm? Sounds terrible, I couldn't possibly," he purrs.
Nodding his confirmation - an Ascended for longer than he'd ever been a mere Abandoned in Caido, truthfully - as Flora's eyes flick over him, Neron doesn't hide the way he takes her in as well. He'd be lying if he'd said he'd remembered her instantly when Vai had located him (why, yes, that's part of the reason the witch inspires such terror in him, thank you for asking), but after a bit of coaxing of his memory, he recalls the vibrant teenager who had come for a drink shortly before the war - before his death.
And he can still see glimmers of her there now, but Flora has become so much more since their last meeting; there's confidence in her every word and every move, and she strolls through Torchline as though she owns it - which isn't far off, from what he's learned about her before coming here. "I never threaten a good time," he informs her with a sly smile, "I guarantee it."
The boutique bar sounds like everything he's ever wanted, and as she offers it, he's already picking up his pace as if he's the one leading them, flashing her a charming smile for her trouble. "A short sunset walk to a bar with a gorgeous lady on my arm? Sounds terrible, I couldn't possibly," he purrs.
Neron
