Neron
the wind breathes lonely
longing to be seen
longing to be seen
It feels good to do something ordinary, like tend to his own bar. The Kraai is not as busy as it might be in a couple of hours when the sun sets properly, but business is already starting to pick up, such that when the redheaded stranger walks in, no one looks her way.
For Neron's part, he is enjoying the normality of cleaning glasses and wiping down the counters; he's dressed in his customary black, his shirtsleeves rolled to the elbow, and none of his sensors are telling him that his legs are about to fall off. So it's a great night so far.
Glancing up as he spots the new arrival taking a seat, Neron sidles across and into her eyeline, offering a fanged smirk. "What'll it be? Or shall I guess for you?" He's forgotten the number of times he has come up with drinks on a whim, and it's always a good conversation starter.
For Neron's part, he is enjoying the normality of cleaning glasses and wiping down the counters; he's dressed in his customary black, his shirtsleeves rolled to the elbow, and none of his sensors are telling him that his legs are about to fall off. So it's a great night so far.
Glancing up as he spots the new arrival taking a seat, Neron sidles across and into her eyeline, offering a fanged smirk. "What'll it be? Or shall I guess for you?" He's forgotten the number of times he has come up with drinks on a whim, and it's always a good conversation starter.
sometimes the soul
has days like these
has days like these
