Neron
Neron walks beside Morgan in a silence that needs no description. He’s pulled his coat back on, needing more protection from the LongHeat sun than he does from heatstroke that won’t happen, and his hands are buried in his pockets. He walks, back straight, head held high, and when the Warden finally speaks he shoots her a look of withering embarrassment. Still, there is no flush to his cheeks any longer, no film of opalescent sweat on his brow. He is fine, if not unkempt and in sore need of a wash and a change of clothes.
”Far, far too much,” he drawls, huffing out a breath no longer needed. ”It blurs in places, but I know I was locked in the Kraai. I remember... the water, the petal. The snowman.” He rolls his eyes. ”My, how my reputation must find itself in tatters before you. And I don’t kid myself that your opinion was all that high to begin with.”
”Far, far too much,” he drawls, huffing out a breath no longer needed. ”It blurs in places, but I know I was locked in the Kraai. I remember... the water, the petal. The snowman.” He rolls his eyes. ”My, how my reputation must find itself in tatters before you. And I don’t kid myself that your opinion was all that high to begin with.”
i am mine
before i am ever anyone else’s
before i am ever anyone else’s
