Neron
the wind breathes lonely
longing to be seen
longing to be seen
"And I you, Warden," Neron murmurs in response, his voice feigning that professional courtesy, though the way they sit so close and the way their fingers twine together betrays the reality of it. And so it goes, with gentle conversation and flickering torches and a night growing steadily darker all around. They talk, and it comes and goes, drifting from topic to topic with lulls of comfortable silence in between.
And when it's too dark and too cold to remain any longer, Neron is of course a gentleman who walks his lady home. He leaves Morgan with a secret parting kiss to the back of her palm, waiting until she's safely sequestered away in the Palace again before returning to the Kraai, a spring in his step and a smile on his face.
~FIN
And when it's too dark and too cold to remain any longer, Neron is of course a gentleman who walks his lady home. He leaves Morgan with a secret parting kiss to the back of her palm, waiting until she's safely sequestered away in the Palace again before returning to the Kraai, a spring in his step and a smile on his face.
~FIN
sometimes the soul
has days like these
has days like these
