show me how it ends, it's alright
"Mm. Taken is one word for it," Neron all but purrs, his arm slipping around Morgan as she presses against his side, his head turning that he might leave a kiss against her wild curls. "You and I both. And between the two of us, I think I was already at least halfway insane with my family heritage in mind." The Launceleyns weren't exactly known for being the most stable, especially given Zariah and the way she had gone out in her blaze of glory.
But he puts that to the back of his mind, or tries to at the very least, more interested by far in the way the dim light plays against Morgan's face, the way her chest rises and falls, the way her hand presses against him. "We'll have to make sure we come here again soon," he decides. For now, though, they are both spent and they probably have at least a little time before the room persuades them into round two. And Neron will take rest wherever he can find it.
~FIN
But he puts that to the back of his mind, or tries to at the very least, more interested by far in the way the dim light plays against Morgan's face, the way her chest rises and falls, the way her hand presses against him. "We'll have to make sure we come here again soon," he decides. For now, though, they are both spent and they probably have at least a little time before the room persuades them into round two. And Neron will take rest wherever he can find it.
~FIN
Neron
