Neron
the wind breathes lonely
longing to be seen
longing to be seen
"It's true - your talents in that arena are unchallenged in this family. Well, by blood rather than name." Because of course Loren is not a Launceleyn any more, something that Neron has to remind himself about a remarkable amount. Finishing the pack and withdrawing to let Loren finish up with Astra's treats, the Hailstorm glances momentarily at the little luxere, raising an eyebrow as if only having really noticed her properly for the first time just now. "She's just like our sister," he remarks. "Stupid ray of sunshine."
Smiling softly, he heads for the door again and glances over his shoulder at his twin, suddenly blushing and bumbling and awkward. "Loren," he drawls, the hints of a smirk on his face, "don't make this weird, yeah? It's already strange enough." Beckoning him away, Neron heads downstairs so he might get them both something to drink. To toast being healthy again, and to toast a safe trip for his brother.
Smiling softly, he heads for the door again and glances over his shoulder at his twin, suddenly blushing and bumbling and awkward. "Loren," he drawls, the hints of a smirk on his face, "don't make this weird, yeah? It's already strange enough." Beckoning him away, Neron heads downstairs so he might get them both something to drink. To toast being healthy again, and to toast a safe trip for his brother.
sometimes the soul
has days like these
has days like these
