liars and lovers combine tonight, we're gonna make a scene
This is a terrible idea.
And yet, ha ha, here Neron comes, Halo's prodigal son. Have they buried or burned Morgan yet, he wonders, since he's been gone? Have they told lies about her, tarnished her reputation, covered over her hard work with biases and propaganda?
Probably, he thinks, and while once upon a time he'd have considered sticking around to give his two cents about it, now he's just here to confirm the rumours he's left behind. Maybe he might even get out of here alive, too.
The Hailstorm looks like death warmed up, put plainly. His clothes are shredded and his body torn with still healing claw marks, bruises, cuts and other injuries. And he damned well makes sure to put a sorry expression on his face, to match his physical exhaustion.
And yet, ha ha, here Neron comes, Halo's prodigal son. Have they buried or burned Morgan yet, he wonders, since he's been gone? Have they told lies about her, tarnished her reputation, covered over her hard work with biases and propaganda?
Probably, he thinks, and while once upon a time he'd have considered sticking around to give his two cents about it, now he's just here to confirm the rumours he's left behind. Maybe he might even get out of here alive, too.
The Hailstorm looks like death warmed up, put plainly. His clothes are shredded and his body torn with still healing claw marks, bruises, cuts and other injuries. And he damned well makes sure to put a sorry expression on his face, to match his physical exhaustion.
Neron
