Neron
the wind breathes lonely
longing to be seen
longing to be seen
”Just a walk,” Neron echoes - he’ll probably ask again in a little while, but for now he’s on the straight and narrow. Having her slow her pace is appreciated, allowing the Ascended to walk alongside her, and he hums something innocuously under his breath. Talk of the shrine has a smile creeping across his face; he nods, pointing directly downwards. ”It’s inside the Fangs,” he explains. ”I think we are probably as far away from it as we could be right now.”
Turning to walk backwards and watch their footprints in the snow, Neron tucks his hands in his pockets. If he’s affected by either her apology or the reminder of what had happened, it doesn’t show on his face. ”No one could have known,” he says with an easy roll of his shoulders. ”Now we do, at least. I’m not drinking anything else you give me though.”
Turning to walk backwards and watch their footprints in the snow, Neron tucks his hands in his pockets. If he’s affected by either her apology or the reminder of what had happened, it doesn’t show on his face. ”No one could have known,” he says with an easy roll of his shoulders. ”Now we do, at least. I’m not drinking anything else you give me though.”
sometimes the soul
has days like these
has days like these
