Neron
the wind breathes lonely
longing to be seen
longing to be seen
"Moving on?"
Neron leans against the doorframe to watch his brother, steel blue eyes flicking from the packed belongings to Astra in the corner, and finally to Loren. "You would have thought that you would at least remember how to pack your shirts so that they don't wrinkle." It's precisely why Neron uses a suitcase rather than a bag, though of course none of that has been necessary for him. He hasn't moved from Halo since he arrived.
The Hailstorm looks like a new man since receiving the Voice's cure, his clothes clean and pressed, his hair annoyingly tousled in a way that looks careless but almost certainly isn't, though there's a tension to his posture that suggests he isn't here for a cordial visit. "Where will you be going?" he wants to know, sparing the whys for now. However quickly Loren might want to leave, Neron will make time for this.
Neron leans against the doorframe to watch his brother, steel blue eyes flicking from the packed belongings to Astra in the corner, and finally to Loren. "You would have thought that you would at least remember how to pack your shirts so that they don't wrinkle." It's precisely why Neron uses a suitcase rather than a bag, though of course none of that has been necessary for him. He hasn't moved from Halo since he arrived.
The Hailstorm looks like a new man since receiving the Voice's cure, his clothes clean and pressed, his hair annoyingly tousled in a way that looks careless but almost certainly isn't, though there's a tension to his posture that suggests he isn't here for a cordial visit. "Where will you be going?" he wants to know, sparing the whys for now. However quickly Loren might want to leave, Neron will make time for this.
sometimes the soul
has days like these
has days like these
