Neron
the wind breathes lonely
longing to be seen
longing to be seen
Bouncing his eyebrows at her in agreement, both about the Lullaby and the gin, Neron accepts her glass and turns back to fetch her a top-up of gin. The ice roses will be freshly replenished when he sets the glass back down, and perhaps there's an addition or two in the form of crescents and stars. "Training with Darkeye," he echoes, the tone much more of a drawl than anything else.
"There is no love lost between he and I. He is quite... well. He makes me look modest, put it that way." He scoffs, straightening up and taking a couple of moments to refill a few more glasses for patrons before his attention turns right back to Flora. "If you need to train in future, you know where I am." Speaking of which...
"And if you didn't just come to the Grounds for training, maybe I could show you around once this place closes? So long as you don't mind the dark, of course."
"There is no love lost between he and I. He is quite... well. He makes me look modest, put it that way." He scoffs, straightening up and taking a couple of moments to refill a few more glasses for patrons before his attention turns right back to Flora. "If you need to train in future, you know where I am." Speaking of which...
"And if you didn't just come to the Grounds for training, maybe I could show you around once this place closes? So long as you don't mind the dark, of course."
sometimes the soul
has days like these
has days like these
