NERON
show me how defenceless you really are
”Well I’ll certainly bear that in mind, should the rest of the Citadel ever come hammering at my door with torches and pitchforks,” Neron says dryly the barest hint of a fanged smirk on his face. But Oliver would have done the same! he’ll cry, convinced that they’ll gut him and hang him from the walls anyway. Anyway - onto Loren. Running a long finger around the rim of his wine glass, Neron is both surprised and not to learn that his brother is so involved in Oliver’s life. He seems Loren’s type, honestly.
”Ah, I see. He has told you about our horrific childhood, made worse by the fact that I was a terrible brother,” he guesses, tilting his head as if to ask how on the mark he’s being. ”Did he also tell you that we’ve made peace with one another in recent seasons? That we are trying, indeed, to act how brothers ought to?”
”Ah, I see. He has told you about our horrific childhood, made worse by the fact that I was a terrible brother,” he guesses, tilting his head as if to ask how on the mark he’s being. ”Did he also tell you that we’ve made peace with one another in recent seasons? That we are trying, indeed, to act how brothers ought to?”
