Neron
the wind breathes lonely
longing to be seen
longing to be seen
"You certainly are not," Neron agrees as his glass is filled, tipping it to Nate in a toast and taking a generous drink. He is apparently in a much better mood than the doctor, and he has to stop from smirking at how rough and ready he sounds. "Something on your mind, other than the obvious?" he asks, tilting his head. He didn't take the other man as the type to let a little potential murderous death get in the way of a good time.
And then, even more than the bad mood, suddenly the plans are in Neron's lap. He snorts - Nate is lucky he was a Warden this time last year. "So," he repeats with a smirk. "I've heard the Hollowed Grounds need preparation to deal with Longnight in general, so we should probably help to get on that. And we need to know who is here and what kind of role they're going to play in this. I'll also comb through Theskyra House, see if I can find any plans Wessex left behind."
And then, even more than the bad mood, suddenly the plans are in Neron's lap. He snorts - Nate is lucky he was a Warden this time last year. "So," he repeats with a smirk. "I've heard the Hollowed Grounds need preparation to deal with Longnight in general, so we should probably help to get on that. And we need to know who is here and what kind of role they're going to play in this. I'll also comb through Theskyra House, see if I can find any plans Wessex left behind."
sometimes the soul
has days like these
has days like these
