the hailstorm
A price? Just for him? Neron had to bite back the inevitable sass that tried to spill out. The Voice was not like anyone else in the world, and he would do well to learn to hold his tongue sooner rather than later. He had yearned for freedom for so long, and in truth what she was offering was anything but. However, it was a balm to the flaw that tied him so closely to Launceleyn machinations. Pain followed by soothing followed by pain... he would not heel to those masters any longer.
Her hand came up towards his cheek, Neron watching it out of the corner of his eye. He heard the goddess out in full, intending to ask one further question, but before he could respond her slap beat him to it, echoing loud and bright in the metallic cavern. The force of it turned his head, sending crackles of pain rocketing through his jaw and down his neck, and he near shivered with the sudden rush of adrenaline that came with it. Cheeks colouring, he resisted the urge to touch his burning skin.
"I understand," he said, the slightest tremor in his voice.
Her hand came up towards his cheek, Neron watching it out of the corner of his eye. He heard the goddess out in full, intending to ask one further question, but before he could respond her slap beat him to it, echoing loud and bright in the metallic cavern. The force of it turned his head, sending crackles of pain rocketing through his jaw and down his neck, and he near shivered with the sudden rush of adrenaline that came with it. Cheeks colouring, he resisted the urge to touch his burning skin.
"I understand," he said, the slightest tremor in his voice.
