the hailstorm
Neron smiles, letting that thread of conversation go but quietly thinking that he'd quite enjoy something private with medals. Later, Launceleyn - for now there's a beautiful Warden looking at him with eyes that almost seem molten. He does and doesn't know what it means, and it's enough to still his hand where he goes to take another sip of wine. Suddenly his throat is tight, and when Morgan continues - when she still insists on coming with him - he is too stunned to speak at first.
Eventually he comes around enough to drink back all of the wine at once, gently setting the glass down and leaning across, bold all of a sudden, to steal a gentle kiss from her lips. "Our help," he echoes, a crooked smile turning up the corners of his lips. "Well, as long as you are content with your decision, we had better get packing soon. The portal will freeze over in the next few days."
Eventually he comes around enough to drink back all of the wine at once, gently setting the glass down and leaning across, bold all of a sudden, to steal a gentle kiss from her lips. "Our help," he echoes, a crooked smile turning up the corners of his lips. "Well, as long as you are content with your decision, we had better get packing soon. The portal will freeze over in the next few days."
