liars and lovers combine tonight, we're gonna make a scene
"Me?" Neron lets out an honest laugh at that, seeming genuinely amused. "Gods, no. Never married and no kids in Northaven, and I became an Ascended... ish not too long after arriving here." And he doesn't seem remotely sad about it. "I was probably close to proposing to someone if I'm honest, but I couldn't tell you how much was obligation and trauma and how much it was what I wanted." And he certainly doesn't count the weird alternate-reality where he'd apparently taken Zariah for a wife and given her a son.
Dramatic chains and scrying mirrors it is, though, and Neron raises his glass of wine a little higher in a toast as if to tell her he's willing and able to fulfil the role of stylish poltergeist. Flora might change her mind when she realises he almost exclusively walks around in black - just like right now - but there's not denying that it's a colour that makes everyone look good, so... whatever.
Unsurprised to hear that she, too, has joined Mort's realm, however briefly, he nevertheless raises his eyebrows down at his outfit suddenly. "Was I wearing this when I died...?" he says, almost to himself. Gods, probably. "Regardless, congratulations on escaping death's clutches. Even if I have to admit you'd make the place at least ten times more interesting."
Ah, but then there's wine to be had, and Neron smiles down into the deep red depths of his glass and nods. "Oh I am sure it does," he agrees, following suit and lifting the wine to his lips to drink deeply from it. The bold flavour explodes across his tongue, tart and earthy and just a little sweet, and he sinks back in the booth with a pleased smile. "Well," he says quietly, "between you and this, it's going to be very difficult to leave again now."
Dramatic chains and scrying mirrors it is, though, and Neron raises his glass of wine a little higher in a toast as if to tell her he's willing and able to fulfil the role of stylish poltergeist. Flora might change her mind when she realises he almost exclusively walks around in black - just like right now - but there's not denying that it's a colour that makes everyone look good, so... whatever.
Unsurprised to hear that she, too, has joined Mort's realm, however briefly, he nevertheless raises his eyebrows down at his outfit suddenly. "Was I wearing this when I died...?" he says, almost to himself. Gods, probably. "Regardless, congratulations on escaping death's clutches. Even if I have to admit you'd make the place at least ten times more interesting."
Ah, but then there's wine to be had, and Neron smiles down into the deep red depths of his glass and nods. "Oh I am sure it does," he agrees, following suit and lifting the wine to his lips to drink deeply from it. The bold flavour explodes across his tongue, tart and earthy and just a little sweet, and he sinks back in the booth with a pleased smile. "Well," he says quietly, "between you and this, it's going to be very difficult to leave again now."
Neron
