NERON
show me how defenceless you really are
"How kind of you to notice," Neron almost purrs around his mug, his smirk partially hidden by it. "In my experience, we are few and far between in Caido." Granted, the Hailstorm is much more of a cad than he is a gentleman, but appearances can be deceiving and all that. Especially when one is part Abandoned, part Ascended.
He has settled into his appraisal of the sheep perusing the stalls when Flora's somewhat panicked outburst draws his attention again, Neron raising his brows and able to guess all too easily what has happened. "Careful," he warns, taking a gloved hand from his pocket and squeezing it into a fist, before holding it out for her. When his fingers open, a small flower made of ice twinkles in his palm, the perfect size to pop into her mouth to cool it down.
"I didn't intend for you to burn yourself with it, I promise."
He has settled into his appraisal of the sheep perusing the stalls when Flora's somewhat panicked outburst draws his attention again, Neron raising his brows and able to guess all too easily what has happened. "Careful," he warns, taking a gloved hand from his pocket and squeezing it into a fist, before holding it out for her. When his fingers open, a small flower made of ice twinkles in his palm, the perfect size to pop into her mouth to cool it down.
"I didn't intend for you to burn yourself with it, I promise."
