WISE MEN WONDER WHILE STRONG MEN DIE
Oh, Neron hears it.
And it takes little effort to smash one of the windows of the Kraai, even though it leaves his wrist dripping fluid, to drop down and into the snow. He thinks he might even steam with it, for the heat that radiates out of his skin. ”Wesssssssssssex.” He hisses. He thinks he’s whispering, all secret-like, but he absolutely isn’t.
Already armed with a snowball, as soon as the siblings see each other (and they could really be brother and sister, perfectly pale and both blonde as they are) Neron launches his projectile, laughing merrily all the while. ”Where have you been?” he wants to know. ”It’s been forever.”
And it takes little effort to smash one of the windows of the Kraai, even though it leaves his wrist dripping fluid, to drop down and into the snow. He thinks he might even steam with it, for the heat that radiates out of his skin. ”Wesssssssssssex.” He hisses. He thinks he’s whispering, all secret-like, but he absolutely isn’t.
Already armed with a snowball, as soon as the siblings see each other (and they could really be brother and sister, perfectly pale and both blonde as they are) Neron launches his projectile, laughing merrily all the while. ”Where have you been?” he wants to know. ”It’s been forever.”
