the hailstorm
It was strange, this reflex to want to breathe but only because not doing it felt so uncomfortable, so other, but Neron was sure he would get used to it in time. More pressing now was the other matter, and as his goddess lifted her hand and bared her wrist, his instincts would not disappoint. Taking her hand not unlike the kisses he might have delivered once as a duke, he pressed his mouth to her wrist and bit deeply, satiating for the first time a thirst he had never truly known; a thirst that predated his ascension by decades.
Drawing back, both body and mind singing with sensation, Neron didn't notice the ground meet his knees, and only as he gazed up at the goddess rather than down did he realise he had fallen. "Thank you," he murmured. "I will not disappoint." He could not afford to.
~FIN
Drawing back, both body and mind singing with sensation, Neron didn't notice the ground meet his knees, and only as he gazed up at the goddess rather than down did he realise he had fallen. "Thank you," he murmured. "I will not disappoint." He could not afford to.
~FIN
