neron
”A wash and a stiff drink,” Neron corrects with a nod, leading Loren out the back and upstairs to where there was more of a living space. It was Korbin’s, technically, but he used it. And he hadn’t gotten any backlash from it yet. Nodding towards the bathroom, he lets Loren head in so he can slouch against the doorframe and still talk with his brother, all the while opening the bottle to pour them both a drink.
”Loren, I ran from my problems, became Ascended and called the wrath of a goddess down upon the Citadel. You going AWOL for a little bit is hardly something I can complain about. And nor would I.” He smirks over the rim of his glass tumbler, sipping at the clear liquid. ”What news do you have? And what happened to your hands, your face?”
”Loren, I ran from my problems, became Ascended and called the wrath of a goddess down upon the Citadel. You going AWOL for a little bit is hardly something I can complain about. And nor would I.” He smirks over the rim of his glass tumbler, sipping at the clear liquid. ”What news do you have? And what happened to your hands, your face?”
lay your hand on me, one last time
