Neron
the wind breathes lonely
longing to be seen
longing to be seen
Neron, contrary to popular belief, makes a point of being out and about in the Hollowed Grounds these days, even if he's apparently wAnTeD fOr MuRdEr in Halo. (That's another story for another time, though). Indeed, he's currently just bartered for a few botanicals that might help to create a new sort of booze for the VlamVloed - not that he'd have the pleasure of tasting it. But supposes it doesn't matter if it turns out to be shit, if that's the case.
With his paper bag in one hand, he crunches through the snow until he's snagged by a jubilant voice and a young woman with a mouse in a cage. Raising an eyebrow and turning to face her, he looks the image of some fallen aristocrat - clad all in black, pale skinned and fair haired, it's with a smirk curling across his lips that he approaches.
"Now this I have to see," he purrs, tilting his head at Magnus before flicking his gaze back up to the woman.
With his paper bag in one hand, he crunches through the snow until he's snagged by a jubilant voice and a young woman with a mouse in a cage. Raising an eyebrow and turning to face her, he looks the image of some fallen aristocrat - clad all in black, pale skinned and fair haired, it's with a smirk curling across his lips that he approaches.
"Now this I have to see," he purrs, tilting his head at Magnus before flicking his gaze back up to the woman.
sometimes the soul
has days like these
has days like these
