Neron
the wind breathes lonely
longing to be seen
longing to be seen
Neron can't help but flash a fanged and mischievous grin in Nate's direction, the Hailstorm shrugging his shoulders to the other man and dusting the crushed ice off his hands. "She is Abandoned," he explains. "So whilst she has respect for the old gods, I wouldn't say she's a devotee or anything of the sort. And she has proven very sympathetic to the Ascended." He wants to say you're welcome, but he resists - just about. Luckily, a change in subject is on the cards, and he takes another sip of his drink as he shakes his head.
"I haven't, no. But my twin had the pleasure of meeting one of them. He warned me away from them, as you can well imagine from the rumours going around." Sitting up a bit and leaving the makeshift plan for the time being, he glances sidelong at Nate. "Why, have you?" he asks.
"I haven't, no. But my twin had the pleasure of meeting one of them. He warned me away from them, as you can well imagine from the rumours going around." Sitting up a bit and leaving the makeshift plan for the time being, he glances sidelong at Nate. "Why, have you?" he asks.
sometimes the soul
has days like these
has days like these
