NERON
the hailstorm
Neron unwittingly thrusts a finger at the perpetual elephant in the room, and he's not noticed the slither of vines beginning to gently coil up his leg - not with the topic at hand. Swallowing and letting his gaze drop to the water as he feels Morgan's... sadness? awkwardness? he's not sure. Then, inhaling a breath he absolutely doesn't need, he makes himself glance back down at her. He even resists saying something like with the years between us, that hardly counts. Good job, Neron.
"It is in some ways," he murmurs. "But then it isn't like walking through the world alone. The other Ascended will go through the same thing, and they will always have each other. That is why so many of them fall in love with one another, I suppose." There is always going to be that current of forever that runs through them.
"It is in some ways," he murmurs. "But then it isn't like walking through the world alone. The other Ascended will go through the same thing, and they will always have each other. That is why so many of them fall in love with one another, I suppose." There is always going to be that current of forever that runs through them.
