neron
”And yet,” Neron murmurs, sounding far too pleased with the arrangement; if she had decided to knee him in the balls, he’d have deserved it wholeheartedly. Instead he finds himself laying on his back, arms tucked behind his head, gazing up at the ceiling and waiting for dawn - or at least for Morgan to fall asleep that he might lose himself to distraction without worrying he might miss some riveting sass from the Warden.
Glancing across at her as her voice slips through the dark, he shoots her a smile she’ll hardly see at this low level of light. ”I read a lot,” he says. ”Sometimes I try to read the stars. Other times I close my eyes and think - it’s like sleeping, but a little more productive.” Honestly, it’s maddening sometimes, but then he doesn’t get tired, so it’s not such a problem.
Glancing across at her as her voice slips through the dark, he shoots her a smile she’ll hardly see at this low level of light. ”I read a lot,” he says. ”Sometimes I try to read the stars. Other times I close my eyes and think - it’s like sleeping, but a little more productive.” Honestly, it’s maddening sometimes, but then he doesn’t get tired, so it’s not such a problem.
lay your hand on me, one last time
