Neron
the wind breathes lonely
longing to be seen
longing to be seen
Let's just pretend that Neron has been mostly invisible while Morgan arrives, so he doesn't have to feel quite so butthurt that she ignores him. In the meantime, he absolutely takes advantage of the offered powers, pressing his mouth to Wessex's wrist and trying, like Kiada, not to pay attention to the sensations that shudder through his body.
"Much obliged," he rumbles as he steps back, wiping the thin stream of fluid from his mouth and giving himself a moment to recover. And he'll need it, because in the next moment Wessex is calling out to the Eirachi and Neron concentrates hard on imagining what it would be like to have the ground swallow him up. Better than facing the Deepfrost goddess.
Saaaaaame!
"Much obliged," he rumbles as he steps back, wiping the thin stream of fluid from his mouth and giving himself a moment to recover. And he'll need it, because in the next moment Wessex is calling out to the Eirachi and Neron concentrates hard on imagining what it would be like to have the ground swallow him up. Better than facing the Deepfrost goddess.
Saaaaaame!
sometimes the soul
has days like these
has days like these
