Neron
"Honestly? Quieter than I expected," Neron remarks as he crunches through the snow at Wessex's side. "Not that I was assuming people would line up to be friends with us, or to shout down the Citadel walls, but... it's been pretty ordinary. Does that bode badly for us?" Dressed in his usual dark attire and with a cloaking upgrade at the ready, his luxere attracting qualities are mainly in the form of not being seen by them if possibe.
"What about the Grounds? How are things there?" he asks conversationally, glancing sidelong at the Wraith and failing to hide the furrowing of his brow. Things are heating up everywhere, and there's no way to get away from it. And Wessex has never shied away from confrontation.
"What about the Grounds? How are things there?" he asks conversationally, glancing sidelong at the Wraith and failing to hide the furrowing of his brow. Things are heating up everywhere, and there's no way to get away from it. And Wessex has never shied away from confrontation.
i am mine
before i am ever anyone else’s
before i am ever anyone else’s
