Neron
Unblinking and silent, Neron is aware of the vial, of the thumb pressing into his wrist, but he never breaks his gaze with Remi. Now that the sensations crackling through his sensors have died down, it is easier to see the danger for what it is, easier to know how backed into a corner he is. And yet the offer, when it comes, it a tempting one, the Hailstorm's bloody lips parting and his head tilting back slightly to regard Remi with lazy blue eyes.
"And use the gift you so generously just gave me?" he almost whispers. "I would prefer not. Or did you think me stupid?" His hand closes into a fist, muscles tensing to indicate that the other man has collected sufficient fluid from him, thank you very much. "I have a bar to run, if you wouldn't mind."
"And use the gift you so generously just gave me?" he almost whispers. "I would prefer not. Or did you think me stupid?" His hand closes into a fist, muscles tensing to indicate that the other man has collected sufficient fluid from him, thank you very much. "I have a bar to run, if you wouldn't mind."
i am mine
before i am ever anyone else’s
before i am ever anyone else’s
