NERON
the hailstorm
”Well, in for a penny and all that,” Neron remarks with a sly, lazy sort of grin; it’s no secret that drinking from others makes Ascended dozy, and he imagines that Sunjata knows that more than most. Either way, the Flood is correct, and he tilts his glass at him in acknowledgement before taking another sip. After the way his nerves were singing as a result of the bite, he almost swears he can taste the wine. It’s not true, but he can imagine.
Slouching more comfortably into the sofa, he props his long legs up on the table as well, though his height has nothing on Jata’s. ”I’d quite like to try out something with wings,” he says slowly. ”That bat shift of yours would be good for the aesthetic, don’t you think?” He laughs.
Slouching more comfortably into the sofa, he props his long legs up on the table as well, though his height has nothing on Jata’s. ”I’d quite like to try out something with wings,” he says slowly. ”That bat shift of yours would be good for the aesthetic, don’t you think?” He laughs.
