Neron
i love you as
certain dark things are to be loved
certain dark things are to be loved
”Why?” Neron wonders, his eyes still on the fire. Why is it the least she could do? Has Neron been particularly heroic lately, to deserve a visit from the Warden herself? He’s been doing a great job trying to turn the world upside down - at least, he thinks so anyway. But he doesn’t know that Morgan would really care about that. Luckily, he’s distracted by her next question, and he shakes his head despite the fact that he can, actually, read these flames.
He shouldn’t be able to, because the Hailstorm hates the idea of Northaven fortune tellers with a passion, but here they are. ”They used to be able to see pictures in the fire,” he tells her. ”They could see images of things that would happen in the future.” Absently he reaches out, like there’s an image in the bright and dancing orange that he wants to wrap his fingers around.
He shouldn’t be able to, because the Hailstorm hates the idea of Northaven fortune tellers with a passion, but here they are. ”They used to be able to see pictures in the fire,” he tells her. ”They could see images of things that would happen in the future.” Absently he reaches out, like there’s an image in the bright and dancing orange that he wants to wrap his fingers around.
in secret
between the shadow and the soul
between the shadow and the soul
