the hailstorm
His cheek was still stinging when her hand found the opposite one, steel eyes locking on the small but somehow infinite goddess before him. Neron's lips parted to speak, only suddenly everything rushed through and out of him and the words would not come.
He saw the world around the Voice as a crackling blur, and felt an awareness of himself and his body and the magic that resided within it as something so present, in ways he had never been able to before. Heat and cold and numbness all followed, one after the other, until he felt lighter than ever before, more than, and whilst the physical sensations were far away, there was a deep sense of calm that resided within.
As the Voice stepped back, Neron's gaze seemed to snap back into focus, and he stood quietly, still, as if sensing his body's need to adjust. "Do Ascended dream?" he asked softly, feeling the points of fangs in his mouth as he formed the words. Her fingers pinching his cheek were registered but nothing more, and the very last of the tension he'd been carrying drained away. There was a thirst, though, a dragging need that he could not place.
He saw the world around the Voice as a crackling blur, and felt an awareness of himself and his body and the magic that resided within it as something so present, in ways he had never been able to before. Heat and cold and numbness all followed, one after the other, until he felt lighter than ever before, more than, and whilst the physical sensations were far away, there was a deep sense of calm that resided within.
As the Voice stepped back, Neron's gaze seemed to snap back into focus, and he stood quietly, still, as if sensing his body's need to adjust. "Do Ascended dream?" he asked softly, feeling the points of fangs in his mouth as he formed the words. Her fingers pinching his cheek were registered but nothing more, and the very last of the tension he'd been carrying drained away. There was a thirst, though, a dragging need that he could not place.
