the hailstorm
He had to swallow down bile at her confirmation of the way things were, at her quoting his lineage, even as his skin prickled pleasantly from the softness of her touch. Opening his eyes in time to see her holding a hand out for him, Neron accepted it because he had absolutely nothing else he could do, drawing himself to his feet.
"Rest does sound like a fine idea," he muttered, following her to the bed and slipping off his shoes that he might climb in, fully clothed. Unusual for Neron, but he was feeling phenomenally out of sorts. "Goodnight, Zariah," he said, drawing the blankets over himself and turning away, intent on staring at one of the walls before sleep claimed him. It wouldn't take long.
~FIN
"Rest does sound like a fine idea," he muttered, following her to the bed and slipping off his shoes that he might climb in, fully clothed. Unusual for Neron, but he was feeling phenomenally out of sorts. "Goodnight, Zariah," he said, drawing the blankets over himself and turning away, intent on staring at one of the walls before sleep claimed him. It wouldn't take long.
~FIN
