neron
”And yet it still traps me,” Neron agrees - he can’t help but concede that point. Maybe he’s the sort of person who can’t help being trapped. Some are like that, and there have to be those out there who are born to take advantage of it. Maybe, deep down, this is just his lot in life. It’s an easier burden to bear some days than it is others. Rubbing at his eyes, he’s surprised that Morgan actually deigns to answer him at all, glancing across at her through the darkness.
Noticing the blush but knowing better than to comment on it, he raises his eyebrows to hear the seriousness of her questions. ”...Children, or at least the idea of them, have brought me no end of trouble so far,” he remarks jokingly. ”...As for the rest...” He sighs, rolling his shoulders in a shrug. ”I have been told there is a room, in the Hollowed Grounds. One blessed by Frey themselves. It restores feeling to an Ascended when they step through its threshold. And... well, it’s Frey. I’ve been told that it can make quite the party trick happen.” If she catches his drift.
Noticing the blush but knowing better than to comment on it, he raises his eyebrows to hear the seriousness of her questions. ”...Children, or at least the idea of them, have brought me no end of trouble so far,” he remarks jokingly. ”...As for the rest...” He sighs, rolling his shoulders in a shrug. ”I have been told there is a room, in the Hollowed Grounds. One blessed by Frey themselves. It restores feeling to an Ascended when they step through its threshold. And... well, it’s Frey. I’ve been told that it can make quite the party trick happen.” If she catches his drift.
lay your hand on me, one last time
