Neron
i love you as
certain dark things are to be loved
certain dark things are to be loved
”Nooo, no. No, that’s a myth.” It absolutely is not a myth. Neron’s denial of his own weaknesses is likely yet another reason why he ought to be locked away in the Kraai; who knew if he would simply linger out in the everlasting sun until it burned him to a crisp.
Still, he seems quite content to hold her hand, scoffing out his denial at her remark. Overstimulation sounds wonderful right now, in fact, and he’s about to say so when suddenly Morgan is in his field of vision, the tip of a knife appearing against her wrist, the scent of blood filling the air.
The Hailstorm overbalances in his eagerness, and the result is his falling off the barstool and onto his knees before the Warden. He barely notices, however, his hands still clasping her wrist, drawing it up and to his mouth so he can press his lips against the cut.
Still, he seems quite content to hold her hand, scoffing out his denial at her remark. Overstimulation sounds wonderful right now, in fact, and he’s about to say so when suddenly Morgan is in his field of vision, the tip of a knife appearing against her wrist, the scent of blood filling the air.
The Hailstorm overbalances in his eagerness, and the result is his falling off the barstool and onto his knees before the Warden. He barely notices, however, his hands still clasping her wrist, drawing it up and to his mouth so he can press his lips against the cut.
in secret
between the shadow and the soul
between the shadow and the soul
