time grows short and nights grow long

Neron

i love you as
certain dark things are to be loved

Neron can't help but grin - talking about it later is more of a promise than a threat, and he thoroughly looks forward to it, truth be told. Ahem, enough of that though - there's a queen to address. They step into the room together, Neron burying his hands in his pockets. "I didn't expect you to be back so soon, truth be told," he says. If he'd known about it, he might have put off coming to the Grounds so soon, knowing the Wraith can teleport at will. Then Morgan might not have come along at all.

Sinking down into a free seat, Neron ruffles a hand back through his fair hair. "Morgan was a soldier before she was Warden of the Citadel," he agrees with a smile that shows the tips of fangs. "And the Glacier is quite formidable, in my personal opinion. For those of us who are not well-versed in fighting, she will be indispensible."

in secret
between the shadow and the soul