Neron
the wind breathes lonely
longing to be seen
longing to be seen
"Of course not. I am just really that good." Flattery is as flattery gets, after all, and Neron smirks and turns to pour her a generous measure with (delightful, he knows) little ice roses, and he turns to place it down before her with a flourish. Raising his eyebrows to hear she has settled in her little tropical paradise (and yes, he has forgotten he was meant to visit, sorry not sorry), Neron tilts his head as she lays out the pros and - mostly, it seems - cons.
"Cold? I assumed the beach was warm. That is why people go there," he points out, swiftly refilling a mug with ale that an older man brings to the bar. "Although I regret to inform you that no matter where you live, they will be gearing up for the war. Don't you know, us big bad Ascended are meant to go wild and take over the world in a month?"
"Cold? I assumed the beach was warm. That is why people go there," he points out, swiftly refilling a mug with ale that an older man brings to the bar. "Although I regret to inform you that no matter where you live, they will be gearing up for the war. Don't you know, us big bad Ascended are meant to go wild and take over the world in a month?"
sometimes the soul
has days like these
has days like these
