liars and lovers combine tonight, we're gonna make a scene
"At the same time," Neron echoes, his eyebrows raising in the sort of dry judgement anyone in Northaven would have long expected from him (Edrei in particular). "Which is very greedy, if you ask me, considering how hard they preached that we should all get married and make babies." Not to mention who the second wife was and how Neron had been affiliated with her for so long, but that's a story for never another day. "Don't get me wrong, though, that sort of thing felt exhausting as well, after a while."
Given that Flora has risen through the ranks of newcomer to bar owner to queen - and that her fathers are demigods and her mother is a scary ghost-witch and they have the ability to raise the dead for a night - Neron isn't all that surprised with how casual she makes it sound. Once I've got my twin sorted, like it's an errand on a to-do list. Nevertheless, he doesn't truly believe that his situation is capable of changing, but he does offer her an indulgent smile to hear the plans. "Make sure I have some appropriately dramatic chains to rattle, won't you?" He smirks.
As for her state of dress, Neron doesn't hide the long look he gives her, evidently finding nothing wrong with it at all. "I think you could wear anything and have it look entirely appropriate for the occasion," he says breezily, before sitting up as their wine and charcuterie arrives. Quietly thanking their server, he waits a beat after they're left alone again before picking up his glass with barely visible restraint.
"Oh, I doubt anything like that would be possible," he laments with a shrug. "Material things don't belong in the spirit world. But that doesn't mean I wouldn't enjoy window shopping anyway." Lifting the glass to his nose and inhaling the bouquet of it, the soft laughter that spills from his lips is a much younger sound than Neron is used to hearing from himself. "Gods, I have missed being able to enjoy wine."
Given that Flora has risen through the ranks of newcomer to bar owner to queen - and that her fathers are demigods and her mother is a scary ghost-witch and they have the ability to raise the dead for a night - Neron isn't all that surprised with how casual she makes it sound. Once I've got my twin sorted, like it's an errand on a to-do list. Nevertheless, he doesn't truly believe that his situation is capable of changing, but he does offer her an indulgent smile to hear the plans. "Make sure I have some appropriately dramatic chains to rattle, won't you?" He smirks.
As for her state of dress, Neron doesn't hide the long look he gives her, evidently finding nothing wrong with it at all. "I think you could wear anything and have it look entirely appropriate for the occasion," he says breezily, before sitting up as their wine and charcuterie arrives. Quietly thanking their server, he waits a beat after they're left alone again before picking up his glass with barely visible restraint.
"Oh, I doubt anything like that would be possible," he laments with a shrug. "Material things don't belong in the spirit world. But that doesn't mean I wouldn't enjoy window shopping anyway." Lifting the glass to his nose and inhaling the bouquet of it, the soft laughter that spills from his lips is a much younger sound than Neron is used to hearing from himself. "Gods, I have missed being able to enjoy wine."
Neron
