liars and lovers combine tonight, we're gonna make a scene
Neron has inadvertently turned into his dead older brother, and he didn't even have the courtesy of letting himself know. A spymaster, a barman? Now all he needed to do was blow up the VlamVloed and stage bunch of other weird ass explosions all over the Hollowed Grounds. Except not, because that would be crazy.
No, the Hailstorm is wiping down the bar when the door comes banging open, and although the fanged grin on his face could rival the cat that got the cream, Neron doesn't look up until he's gotten that last speck off the countertop.
Did you spend the walk over here practicing that line?" he drawls, straightening up and fixing the cuff on his shirt where it's rolled up his forearms. "You and your huge black cock can close the door after yourself, and take a seat."
No, the Hailstorm is wiping down the bar when the door comes banging open, and although the fanged grin on his face could rival the cat that got the cream, Neron doesn't look up until he's gotten that last speck off the countertop.
Did you spend the walk over here practicing that line?" he drawls, straightening up and fixing the cuff on his shirt where it's rolled up his forearms. "You and your huge black cock can close the door after yourself, and take a seat."
Neron
