neron
”It’s true - it’s almost your modus operandi at this point,” Neron murmurs, pausing to take another drink and humming at the non-existent burn of the liquid. Setting the tumbler down, he pours his brother an equal measure, setting it on the countertop next the basin for him for when he’s done. ”Very well then - as a gift to you, I’ll be sure to make a fuss the next time you try to sneak off under a rock.”
But that didn’t get him any closer to knowing what had happened. Loren’s blunt explanation did, however, and the Hailstorm raises his eyebrows, letting out a low whistle. ”But of course you did. You couldn’t simply go and hide from the world in a stupor for a bit, right?” The teasing is good natured, Neron slowly shaking his head. ”Still, you lived to tell the tale. That’s impressive - I hope father is spinning in his grave at the thought of it.”
But that didn’t get him any closer to knowing what had happened. Loren’s blunt explanation did, however, and the Hailstorm raises his eyebrows, letting out a low whistle. ”But of course you did. You couldn’t simply go and hide from the world in a stupor for a bit, right?” The teasing is good natured, Neron slowly shaking his head. ”Still, you lived to tell the tale. That’s impressive - I hope father is spinning in his grave at the thought of it.”
lay your hand on me, one last time
