NERON
the hailstorm
It was all settled then. Following after them and nodding at Chulane’s request, Neron seated himself at the table and decidedly didn’t look at the couple beside him. ”I owe you for this,” he said eventually. Had he still possessed the need to breathe, he’d have let out a deep sigh; as it was, he merely took up the offered arm and prepared himself for he didn’t know what.
Still, even if Neron didn’t know what to do, instinct took over soon enough, and the Hailstorm leant in to sink his fangs into Chuy’s wrist. The effect was near immediate; blood welled and pleasure, as foreign and familiar as a friend not seen in years, crackled throughout the Ascended. His fingers spasmed, the feeling most certainly not something that he would have ever associated with Chulane, but gods it had been so long since he had felt anything at all... it would be a complete lie to say that he wasn’t enjoying it.
Still, even if Neron didn’t know what to do, instinct took over soon enough, and the Hailstorm leant in to sink his fangs into Chuy’s wrist. The effect was near immediate; blood welled and pleasure, as foreign and familiar as a friend not seen in years, crackled throughout the Ascended. His fingers spasmed, the feeling most certainly not something that he would have ever associated with Chulane, but gods it had been so long since he had felt anything at all... it would be a complete lie to say that he wasn’t enjoying it.
