Neron
i love you as
certain dark things are to be loved
certain dark things are to be loved
Neron wipes away the blood on the back of his hand, sitting back on his knees to watch as she bandages her wrist, as the red blossoms through it almost instantly. ”How sweet,” he says, and though the words are his usual sass, his tone is warmer than his title of Hailstorm has any right to make it. ”Well, I hope that seeing me has alleviated your worries,” he murmurs; at least for a little while. Give him ten minutes and he’ll likely be loopy again.
He accepts her hand as she offers it, drawing himself up to his feet and seeming a little unsteady, but he’s as careful as he can be in the circumstances. ”The Kraai is an inn as well as a bar,” he explains, nodding to the staircase next to the fire. ”Rooms are up there. I... think I was locked in one.” He shrugs; if that’s the case, he’s obviously been able to break out before.
He accepts her hand as she offers it, drawing himself up to his feet and seeming a little unsteady, but he’s as careful as he can be in the circumstances. ”The Kraai is an inn as well as a bar,” he explains, nodding to the staircase next to the fire. ”Rooms are up there. I... think I was locked in one.” He shrugs; if that’s the case, he’s obviously been able to break out before.
in secret
between the shadow and the soul
between the shadow and the soul
