neron
”Bold of you to assume that I have all that much control to begin with,” Neron quips back, his tone gently teasing, though it’s banter for the sake of banter at this point. There’s something quietly comfortable in exchanging blows and parries of wit with Morgan - perhaps it reminds him that there are those out there who can mentally backhand him. And perhaps he likes it.
Still, as the conversation becomes more serious, he lets the humour slip away somewhat. He huffs out a laugh, but it’s almost entirely devoid of humour, and he shrugs his shoulders to Morgan. ”A dangerous line to tread, even thinking about it,” he murmurs, though it’s clearly not a no. ”Back in Northaven, my family was bound to the royal family through magic. We couldn’t betray them, or else we’d... I don’t know. Die horribly, I assume?”
He clears his throat. ”The Voice... She, ah, promised I’d suffer the same fate, should I ever go against her. And I am quite keen to stay alive.”
Still, as the conversation becomes more serious, he lets the humour slip away somewhat. He huffs out a laugh, but it’s almost entirely devoid of humour, and he shrugs his shoulders to Morgan. ”A dangerous line to tread, even thinking about it,” he murmurs, though it’s clearly not a no. ”Back in Northaven, my family was bound to the royal family through magic. We couldn’t betray them, or else we’d... I don’t know. Die horribly, I assume?”
He clears his throat. ”The Voice... She, ah, promised I’d suffer the same fate, should I ever go against her. And I am quite keen to stay alive.”
lay your hand on me, one last time
