Neron
"Oh?" Neron begins, tilting his head and waiting expectantly to see Wessex's trick, only for her to demonstrate some rather fetching acrobatics on his ice. Biting the inside of his cheek (hard) to keep a straight face, the Hailstorm nods to her. "That is quite something," he warbles, only to scramble back on his arse as she surges upwards.
For the record, Neron would disagree with Wessex never being pretty if he weren't suddenly gawking at her shift, but alas, those compliments remain under his tongue. Though it's probably a good thing, really, because talking would be a distraction from dodging the suddenly-a-rock bird that's looking to cave in his face.
Hurling himself to one side and blinking with wide eyes at the former creature as it shatters to the ground, it's a very narrow dodge. "Holy shit," he blurts. "That... well that's fucking impressive."
For the record, Neron would disagree with Wessex never being pretty if he weren't suddenly gawking at her shift, but alas, those compliments remain under his tongue. Though it's probably a good thing, really, because talking would be a distraction from dodging the suddenly-a-rock bird that's looking to cave in his face.
Hurling himself to one side and blinking with wide eyes at the former creature as it shatters to the ground, it's a very narrow dodge. "Holy shit," he blurts. "That... well that's fucking impressive."
i am mine
before i am ever anyone else’s
before i am ever anyone else’s
