Neron
the wind breathes lonely
longing to be seen
longing to be seen
”Especially for me. I like it too much.” Neron is being more open about himself and his failures than he likely ever will be again, unless circumstances were to drastically change between himself and another person. Could that person be Morgan? That remains to be seen. ”But I do not feel the cold either, now,” he murmurs with a shrug, smiling brightly as they balance the head on top of the snowman.
In fact, he feels remarkably warm most of the time, the Hailstorm glancing down at the tissue that Morgan produces, accepting it and uncovering the petal. ”It’s not peaches,” he laments with a sigh, before going ahead and placing it on his tongue to eat it.
In fact, he feels remarkably warm most of the time, the Hailstorm glancing down at the tissue that Morgan produces, accepting it and uncovering the petal. ”It’s not peaches,” he laments with a sigh, before going ahead and placing it on his tongue to eat it.
sometimes the soul
has days like these
has days like these
