liars and lovers combine tonight, we're gonna make a scene
"Well more fool him for not getting along with you. Proof that even a do-gooder soldier isn't all he's cracked up to be when the uniform is taken away," Neron says smoothly, clinking his glass gently against her own on the table before taking a sip of wine. "Then again, I suppose more has happened here in Caido than I could have ever imagined going on in Northaven. By now I bet I'd be boringly, unhappily married to someone, and my only entertainment would come from drinking at weddings and other gatherings."
Granted, he could have done without the pact with the Eirachi from his end, but beggars certainly can't be choosers when they land alone and frostbitten in an unknown world.
"Not when the Duke is dead and doesn't have a body he needs to put new clothes onto," Neron quips back, snagging a piece of apple drizzled in honey and grabbing a small cube of cheese to go with it. "Not unless witches put in a good word for him for the evening anyway. Perhaps I can come and change outfits next time." He smirks.
Speaking of witches, though, he tilts his head at the softening of her voice, his smile lilting towards something caught between debonair and devilish. "She said you were running short on prince charmings," he says. "I can only hope a duke can cheer you up just as well."
Looking down at himself as Flora continues - let through seems as good a word for it as any - Neron nods softly. "You'd think I wouldn't be corporeal if that were the case," he says, scoffing out a laugh. "I'm not going to think too hard about the specifics in case it makes me disappear entirely. But all that being said, I'm sure I'm not the only one who would appreciate you visiting, if it were possible."
Granted, he could have done without the pact with the Eirachi from his end, but beggars certainly can't be choosers when they land alone and frostbitten in an unknown world.
"Not when the Duke is dead and doesn't have a body he needs to put new clothes onto," Neron quips back, snagging a piece of apple drizzled in honey and grabbing a small cube of cheese to go with it. "Not unless witches put in a good word for him for the evening anyway. Perhaps I can come and change outfits next time." He smirks.
Speaking of witches, though, he tilts his head at the softening of her voice, his smile lilting towards something caught between debonair and devilish. "She said you were running short on prince charmings," he says. "I can only hope a duke can cheer you up just as well."
Looking down at himself as Flora continues - let through seems as good a word for it as any - Neron nods softly. "You'd think I wouldn't be corporeal if that were the case," he says, scoffing out a laugh. "I'm not going to think too hard about the specifics in case it makes me disappear entirely. But all that being said, I'm sure I'm not the only one who would appreciate you visiting, if it were possible."
Neron
