Neron
the wind breathes lonely
longing to be seen
longing to be seen
"You are really painting out these Order members to be quite formidable," Neron drawls, accepting the very last of the bottle of liquor and knocking it back in one smooth and flowing movement. "From everyone's suspicion and rumour, I had it in my head that they would be super soldiers." Scared of their own shadows and a danger to themselves did not seem to be quite the same vibe, in his opinion.
But then again, what does he know? Clinking his empty glass against Nate's in a cheers and tapping at their makeshift map and plan with his free hand, the Hailstorm settles somewhat on his stool. "At least now we have something to show the others," he says. "It may not be pretty, and it may not be right, but it is something."
And that was a lot more than they'd had prior to now, wasn't it?
~FIN
But then again, what does he know? Clinking his empty glass against Nate's in a cheers and tapping at their makeshift map and plan with his free hand, the Hailstorm settles somewhat on his stool. "At least now we have something to show the others," he says. "It may not be pretty, and it may not be right, but it is something."
And that was a lot more than they'd had prior to now, wasn't it?
~FIN
sometimes the soul
has days like these
has days like these
