branded

Neron

the wind breathes lonely
longing to be seen

"Perhaps. Either way, had I been aware of the existence of a son, however much of a technicality you might be, I would not have made the deal that I did." Neron raises his eyebrows at Jace, as if wondering whether that has ever even entered the boy's head. Neron had made his deal with the Eirachi before knowing he even existed, and had never intended to bring a child into the world thereafter. Another mistake to add to the long Launceleyn list.

Scoffing out a laugh, the Hailstorm turns up his collar and shrugs. "I imagine that little barb would have hurt if I had cared what you thought about me," he drawls. "I came here to squash the ingrate who claimed to be part of this family. But it looks like you aren't going anywhere, so I will leave you as I found you. Frosty and alone."

sometimes the soul
has days like these