WISE MEN WONDER WHILE STRONG MEN DIE
They walked slowly through the marketplace, snow crunching beneath their boots, the brisk air clouding their breath before them. "Then don't," Neron said regarding Loren being able to imagine his situation. "Tell me what you have been up to, instead. And we both know that handsomeness is in the eye of the beholder." He smirked, glancing sideways across to his twin. "Though ought I take that as confirmation that this new identity of mine isn't so bad this time around?"
It was a stark contradiction from you are not my twin to all but grovelling and promising to make amends, and Neron was on high alert for anything that didn't look right. "Tell me more," he invited. "Your presence alone is more than enough, I hope you know. It has been a long time since I saw a face as familiar as my own." Zariah had been the first one in over a year, in fact.
It was a stark contradiction from you are not my twin to all but grovelling and promising to make amends, and Neron was on high alert for anything that didn't look right. "Tell me more," he invited. "Your presence alone is more than enough, I hope you know. It has been a long time since I saw a face as familiar as my own." Zariah had been the first one in over a year, in fact.
