Neron
i love you as
certain dark things are to be loved
certain dark things are to be loved
Neron can only raise his eyebrows at Loren's 'manly' display, having to bite his lower lip to stop laughter from bubbling up. "An armwrestle, Loren? I'm afraid my fragile ego really couldn't take it. I'm a little more wit based than brawn," he reminds him, gesturing to his own tall, comparatively lithe frame. Magic and manipulation, that has been Neron's way for some time. And he isn't about to change things just because he's an Ascended now.
Feigning utter outrage to hear that there's room for improvement in his newfound empathy, Neron responds by petulantly pushing at Loren's shoulder, like that might make him reconsider. Meandering around to the doors leading back into the Kraai, to hear that the Order is so fanatic is something of a concern. He furrows his brow, gazing back at his brother and pursing his lips to see him so serious all of a sudden.
"I appreciate that," he murmurs, rather than needling at the Firebrand's apparent lack of decision to become an Ascended again. "Are they around Halo now?"
Feigning utter outrage to hear that there's room for improvement in his newfound empathy, Neron responds by petulantly pushing at Loren's shoulder, like that might make him reconsider. Meandering around to the doors leading back into the Kraai, to hear that the Order is so fanatic is something of a concern. He furrows his brow, gazing back at his brother and pursing his lips to see him so serious all of a sudden.
"I appreciate that," he murmurs, rather than needling at the Firebrand's apparent lack of decision to become an Ascended again. "Are they around Halo now?"
in secret
between the shadow and the soul
between the shadow and the soul
