liars and lovers combine tonight, we're gonna make a scene
"Then I succeeded, one way or another," Neron purrs, slanting a smile right back at Flora and allowing himself, for just a moment, to feel the small but blossoming hope of a potential future visit to the living realm. Perhaps things won't feel so dizzyingly overwhelming the second time around (sike, they will), and he'll be in a position to think about the world beyond the immediate right now.
But since right now is where they're at, it's where Neron is more than happy to remain, and he offers a solemn nod to Flora as she continues to speak about her twin. "Sounds as though the war took out the best of all of us," he says, a dash of gallows humour in his tone, but he doesn't understate the difficulty of her losing someone so close. He hadn't shared quite such an intimate relationship with his own twin - wherever Loren might be - but he can still understand that sort of bond better than most.
"My twin and I must have lost each other multiple times over," he admits. "We're Outlanders - appeared in vastly different parts of Caido. It's something I'm ashamed to say I got quite used to."
But then they are finally reaching the wine bar, and he lets the door swing shut behind them to seal them into marble and music and decadence. "Less Mort's realm," he admits back to her with a catlike smirk, "and more being alive and in the presence of a beautiful woman. But if you really wish to be rough with me, I'll not stop you."
That smirk remains on his lips as they are guided to their private little booth, Neron sidling into it after allowing Flora to go first, and he accepts the wine menu from the host with practiced charm and flair. "Are you hungry?" he asks the Doubletake. "Wine and appetisers, perhaps?"
But since right now is where they're at, it's where Neron is more than happy to remain, and he offers a solemn nod to Flora as she continues to speak about her twin. "Sounds as though the war took out the best of all of us," he says, a dash of gallows humour in his tone, but he doesn't understate the difficulty of her losing someone so close. He hadn't shared quite such an intimate relationship with his own twin - wherever Loren might be - but he can still understand that sort of bond better than most.
"My twin and I must have lost each other multiple times over," he admits. "We're Outlanders - appeared in vastly different parts of Caido. It's something I'm ashamed to say I got quite used to."
But then they are finally reaching the wine bar, and he lets the door swing shut behind them to seal them into marble and music and decadence. "Less Mort's realm," he admits back to her with a catlike smirk, "and more being alive and in the presence of a beautiful woman. But if you really wish to be rough with me, I'll not stop you."
That smirk remains on his lips as they are guided to their private little booth, Neron sidling into it after allowing Flora to go first, and he accepts the wine menu from the host with practiced charm and flair. "Are you hungry?" he asks the Doubletake. "Wine and appetisers, perhaps?"
Neron
