NERON
show me how defenceless you really are
"Maybe I don't. We've only been civil to each other for the past five minutes," Neron said, the truth easy to admit. They might have agreed to try to work together (and that had crumbled to dust the second things got difficult, let's face it) but the reality was that for twins they probably didn't know much more than the obvious about each other. Still, Loren was definitely along the right lines with wine and the romance novel. He stepped back, a smirk curling at his lips as he accepted both, sinking down to sit on the bed against the wall.
"Would that I could taste as well as I used to," he said of the wine. "I appreciate it, though. Speaking of what you do understand, what is to happen to me? Thrown over the walls? Exiled into the Tundra? You are my first visitor, but for the charming guards outside the door."
"Would that I could taste as well as I used to," he said of the wine. "I appreciate it, though. Speaking of what you do understand, what is to happen to me? Thrown over the walls? Exiled into the Tundra? You are my first visitor, but for the charming guards outside the door."
