Neron
the wind breathes lonely
longing to be seen
longing to be seen
There are more threats than not these days, and they press in on all sides. Still, that does not hasten Neron's steps through the Hollowed Grounds; it does not make him panicky or quick to react. And when he arrives at the VlamVloed, it's with a curious eye, noting its differences to the Kraai as he strolls towards the counter. And when he gets to it, he sinks down onto the barstool next to Nate, snagging an empty glass and holding it out that the other man might pour him a measure of whatever he's drinking.
"I didn't take you for a man who drinks alone," he says, slanting a smile his way. "Sorry it took so long for us to meet again. It's going to be strange, doing this whole thing without Wessex." Strange, incredibly dangerous, terrifying. All the same thing really, if he thought about it.
"I didn't take you for a man who drinks alone," he says, slanting a smile his way. "Sorry it took so long for us to meet again. It's going to be strange, doing this whole thing without Wessex." Strange, incredibly dangerous, terrifying. All the same thing really, if he thought about it.
sometimes the soul
has days like these
has days like these
