NERON
the hailstorm
Neron smirks at the way Sunjata downs his wine, the Hailstorm propping his feet up properly now next to the other man, and as he sinks down further against him, they could be old friends - or very comfortable lovers. Who knew? ”Oh, yes. You were the picture of calm throughout your visit here,” he agrees, a sly and fanged grin on his face as he glances across to him.
It makes sense, but Neron doesn’t really understand, and his brow furrows as he considers Sunjata’s point. Absently, his fingers run along a silver chain, withdrawing a sleek pocket watch, which he lets spin between his fingers. It was from the Tundra, though it doesn’t work and he has no idea why he was possessed to dig in the ice for it; for now, it seems to just help as a thinking aid.
”I felt something almost similar, when I became a leopard the first time. I always thought Attuned to be fully in control of their animal sides... I never considered that they might influence you in return,” he murmurs, releasing the mechanism on the watch to open it, revealing the dull surface without a clock face. ”Do you have a favourite?” he inquires suddenly, thoroughly entertained by the prospect.
It makes sense, but Neron doesn’t really understand, and his brow furrows as he considers Sunjata’s point. Absently, his fingers run along a silver chain, withdrawing a sleek pocket watch, which he lets spin between his fingers. It was from the Tundra, though it doesn’t work and he has no idea why he was possessed to dig in the ice for it; for now, it seems to just help as a thinking aid.
”I felt something almost similar, when I became a leopard the first time. I always thought Attuned to be fully in control of their animal sides... I never considered that they might influence you in return,” he murmurs, releasing the mechanism on the watch to open it, revealing the dull surface without a clock face. ”Do you have a favourite?” he inquires suddenly, thoroughly entertained by the prospect.
