Neron
the wind breathes lonely
longing to be seen
longing to be seen
"My thoughts exactly," Neron says with a typically sly smile. "I wouldn't stay cold for long, and with all this charm and wit wrapped up in one handsome package?" He huffs. "Their loss, obviously. At least I finally found someone who can appreciate what a catch I am." He gives Morgan's hand a playful squeeze, his thumb brushing gently over the back of her palm.
Her question is something of a blindside for the Ascended, Neron blinking in surprise and glancing across at Morgan, as if trying to sense out the envy that he almost expects to be there in her voice. Still, he can't reasonably deny her, given his own obvious jealousy towards the General. "Three," he says, "including you." He doesn't give their names, though he will if she asks - it's not the sort of thing one offers freely, he feels.
Then she's laughing again and Neron scoffs, nudging his shoulder against hers. "Listen, I would be quite a diabolical spymaster if I couldn't even keep my own secrets, wouldn't I?"
Her question is something of a blindside for the Ascended, Neron blinking in surprise and glancing across at Morgan, as if trying to sense out the envy that he almost expects to be there in her voice. Still, he can't reasonably deny her, given his own obvious jealousy towards the General. "Three," he says, "including you." He doesn't give their names, though he will if she asks - it's not the sort of thing one offers freely, he feels.
Then she's laughing again and Neron scoffs, nudging his shoulder against hers. "Listen, I would be quite a diabolical spymaster if I couldn't even keep my own secrets, wouldn't I?"
sometimes the soul
has days like these
has days like these
