Neron
i love you as
certain dark things are to be loved
certain dark things are to be loved
Neron has gone on quite the lovely jaunt to the Hollowed Grounds, according to his (currently unreliable) memory. He can’t remember why he’s here, only that Morgan is with him and there are a lot of people and it’s hot, unlike the Citadel. He’s already pulled off his coat, his dark shirt wrinkled all over again and only sort of buttoned at the bottom, and at the sight of the Voice he suddenly picks up his pace, a broad and fanged smile stretching across his lips.
”Thank you,” he murmurs reverently as he steps forward to accept the cure, the zap of electricity blooming through his veins and reigniting everything inside him that makes him whole. With a soft gasp, the Hailstorm suddenly stands up straighter, head tilting back to close his eyes and enjoy, just for a second, the sweet peace of his thoughts. Then, thanking the Voice a second time, he steps away... and actually looks at himself.
”Sweet gods, who let me out of the house like this...?”
”Thank you,” he murmurs reverently as he steps forward to accept the cure, the zap of electricity blooming through his veins and reigniting everything inside him that makes him whole. With a soft gasp, the Hailstorm suddenly stands up straighter, head tilting back to close his eyes and enjoy, just for a second, the sweet peace of his thoughts. Then, thanking the Voice a second time, he steps away... and actually looks at himself.
”Sweet gods, who let me out of the house like this...?”
in secret
between the shadow and the soul
between the shadow and the soul
