neron
Neron’s luck ran out and he got himself some nasty burns to show for it, but as the ashes settled and the light dimmed and the little luxere claimed its new companion in Oia’i’o, he considered himself lucky. Lucky compared to the burnt, unmoving body of a man some distance away. A man his twin appeared to know quite intimately, or at least that was the impression from Loren’s reaction.
An emotional person Neron was not. A kind person even less so. But he understood duty and he had been brought up on the reputation of the Launceleyn name, and it was this that spurred him to approach his grieving brother. A silent shield of ice crept about them, hiding and protecting and giving some semblance of privacy. Neron of course said nothing - he would likely remain that way until all the others were gone.
An emotional person Neron was not. A kind person even less so. But he understood duty and he had been brought up on the reputation of the Launceleyn name, and it was this that spurred him to approach his grieving brother. A silent shield of ice crept about them, hiding and protecting and giving some semblance of privacy. Neron of course said nothing - he would likely remain that way until all the others were gone.
you're so cold, put your hand in mine
