Neron
i love you as
certain dark things are to be loved
certain dark things are to be loved
Teasing the blankets between his fingers as if they are suddenly very interesting, Neron can already feel sense slipping away from him. He tries to focus - hard - and gazes up at Morgan to watch her fix the door. ”All of us...?” They all seek out fire? Sighing a breath out that he doesn’t need, he shrugs his shoulders. ”No,” he says simply. How does one explain something that has no rhyme or reason? ”It’s warm, bright... and I feel cold.”
It doesn’t get much more straightforward - apart from the small matter of having a fever and not needing heat or cold as an Ascended. Staring at his hands now, Neron furrows his brow and slowly slips to lay down on the bed. He can’t remember the last time he did something like this, as if he’s going to lay down and actually sleep. Usually beds are just a fancy way to lounge.
”Loren was at the Climb. He visited me just after he got back... And now he’s sick too.” If it came from there, that explains Neron’s contact with it.
It doesn’t get much more straightforward - apart from the small matter of having a fever and not needing heat or cold as an Ascended. Staring at his hands now, Neron furrows his brow and slowly slips to lay down on the bed. He can’t remember the last time he did something like this, as if he’s going to lay down and actually sleep. Usually beds are just a fancy way to lounge.
”Loren was at the Climb. He visited me just after he got back... And now he’s sick too.” If it came from there, that explains Neron’s contact with it.
in secret
between the shadow and the soul
between the shadow and the soul
