Neron
They're like well oiled machines, except they don't even need oil, and as laserbeams cut through the darkness, Neron lets his upgrade drop away again. He doesn't try to mask the awe on his face, either, tucking his hands back in the pockets of his coat and looking far too casual among the chaos as the luxere herd makes a hasty exit back into the tundra. Clicking his tongue at Loki in greeting, he steps up to watch the Wraith at work with the antlers.
"I've found it more difficult getting up in the morning," he drawls, flashing her a fanged grin. "A pleasure doing business with you as always, Wessex. Who knows - maybe my helping you with this will endear the Eirachi towards me again." His laughter rings emptily through the night. They both know that's about as likely as Safrin letting him suck on her tits.
"I've found it more difficult getting up in the morning," he drawls, flashing her a fanged grin. "A pleasure doing business with you as always, Wessex. Who knows - maybe my helping you with this will endear the Eirachi towards me again." His laughter rings emptily through the night. They both know that's about as likely as Safrin letting him suck on her tits.
i am mine
before i am ever anyone else’s
before i am ever anyone else’s
