warm welcomes

neron

That was right - she most certainly did. Events and marriages and children, in fact, that he had no grounding for. And that Neron, perhaps, did not exist any more, frozen by the snows of Halo, hardened by the ice in the Citadel. But only time would tell, of course. He let out a small huff of acknowledgement at her talk of monarchies - an almost laugh that was a definitel agreement. "Better off without them, if you ask me. Monarchies are pompous. Guardians are respected." As it was here, at the very least.

He stood just within the doorway, respectful of his fellow Launceleyn's space, but clicking the door shut so as not to let the heat out, not that the cold seemed to have bothered him at all. "Halo," he echoed, "a place where a full set of fingers is preferable to showing a bit of leg." Still, that only went for outside. What the people did in the warmth of their own homes was up to them.

As evidenced before him as Zariah placed her fur down upon the bed, leaving Neron to take in her figure and her beauty, dark and ephemeral as it always had been. Something low stirred in his belly, though the ice around his heart remained resolute. "Another night, perhaps," he murmured, steel gaze warming a touch as he gazed at her. "You have had a long journey, and I have much to do before I can retire myself."

you're so cold, put your hand in mine

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