Neron
the wind breathes lonely
longing to be seen
longing to be seen
Cool and casual is the flavour of the evening, as it so happens. Emphasis on the cool, though Flora will see why in just a moment. Neron is easy to spot behind the bar, his black shirtsleeves rolled to the elbow and his fair hair swept back and out of his face. Whilst he still has the youthful face of a man in his very early twenties, there's no colour in his cheeks or around his eyes, given the lack of... you know. Blood.
He's in the process of crafting an ice sulpture (it's in the shape of a glittering snake) for a group of patrons, ensuring every scale is in place with his magic, before pouring a good deal of wine over it and providing a few glasses for them to enjoy themselves. Only once he's finished there does he glance back across the bar - and whilst he notices Flora, oop, he doesn't recognise her.
Luckily for her, he offers a smouldering smile to all of his guests. So at least there's that.
He's in the process of crafting an ice sulpture (it's in the shape of a glittering snake) for a group of patrons, ensuring every scale is in place with his magic, before pouring a good deal of wine over it and providing a few glasses for them to enjoy themselves. Only once he's finished there does he glance back across the bar - and whilst he notices Flora, oop, he doesn't recognise her.
Luckily for her, he offers a smouldering smile to all of his guests. So at least there's that.
sometimes the soul
has days like these
has days like these
