Neron
the wind breathes lonely
longing to be seen
longing to be seen
What a twist that would be - alas, there are no assassination attempts to be found in Neron's destination. He pauses outside the empty guard tower, clicking open the door and letting light spill out from within. "Follow me," he says, slipping inside and beginning to walk the steps up and onto the walls, where guards are normally stationed to watch the world outside. Once they get out into the open again, it will be to find a small picnic has been set up in full view of the stars and the Tundra.
Acting as if this is a perfectly ordinary occurrence, Neron indicates for Morgan to take her seat and continues their conversation. "Once upon a time I spent my days perusing the most tedious documents known to mankind," he reminds her. "And I happen to be fond of reading, so the badly written smut makes a nice change." He laughs. "Besides, there is very little to criminally analyse in the misunderstandings of two fools in love. It gives the brain a break. Why - what do you prefer?"
Acting as if this is a perfectly ordinary occurrence, Neron indicates for Morgan to take her seat and continues their conversation. "Once upon a time I spent my days perusing the most tedious documents known to mankind," he reminds her. "And I happen to be fond of reading, so the badly written smut makes a nice change." He laughs. "Besides, there is very little to criminally analyse in the misunderstandings of two fools in love. It gives the brain a break. Why - what do you prefer?"
sometimes the soul
has days like these
has days like these
