NERON
the hailstorm
"You don't? What a shame. I think I would do quite a stellar job of it, between the torches and the pitchforks," Neron informs her, though the grin on his face gives him away. But then he is lost in their kiss, and for all that he cannot feel it like a man of flesh and blood might, it's still enough to bring silver to his cheeks, for him to relish the fact that they are here, alone in the jungle to enjoy this moment.
When they draw back from one another he reaches down to slip his hand back into hers, giving her fingers a gentle squeeze so he might lead them out of the wilderness with their sentient vines as a prize. "It is the most inconvenient," he agrees with an exaggerated sigh. "But as they say... nothing worth doing is easy."
And as they have already established, Morgan is worth it, for Neron.
~FIN
When they draw back from one another he reaches down to slip his hand back into hers, giving her fingers a gentle squeeze so he might lead them out of the wilderness with their sentient vines as a prize. "It is the most inconvenient," he agrees with an exaggerated sigh. "But as they say... nothing worth doing is easy."
And as they have already established, Morgan is worth it, for Neron.
~FIN
