drop the dagger and lather the blood on your hands

Neron

the wind breathes lonely
longing to be seen

Nate doesn't walk alone, but then that probably isn't too much of a surprise. When Neron appears walking instep with his fellow Ascended, it's with a fanged smile and his hands tucked in the pockets of his dark coat. He's still bandaged beneath his dark clothes, still walking somewhat gingerly, but it isn't anything he can't handle. Glancing around as if confirming they are alone out in the snows, he finally gives all of his attention over to Nate.

"Evening," he greets softly. "Back so soon?" They are pleasantries for the sake of it, and they both know it, so Neron thinks little of cutting to the point. "Who will I be causing trouble for?" he inquires, assuming it to be at least one of those they chased out of Halo. But who knows? Neron might be surprised.

sometimes the soul
has days like these