I write sins, not tragedies
Everything hinges on people believing Neron and as he’s just confessed, he’s a seasoned liar and the past tells her that not all Halovians will line up to believe him. She pauses short of the door. “Yes, it is. I’ll do what I can to make it seem like a manticore attacked you, but it’ll be up to you to sell it on your own. You’re good with your tongue, right?” Absent a working dick, she has to imagine that sass and a silvery, flexible tongue had helped reel Morgan in.
So with that part settled, she finally reaches to unlatch the door. It doesn’t matter if she’s seen heading to the portal, she could be going anywhere. Neron, on the other hand… arching a brow, the Wraith waits for the Hailstorm to ready himself for the outside world. “So are you going to tell me how it happened, or…?” Quietly murmuring to him, she’s quite confident that no one will be close enough to hear her talking to “herself” let alone see her lips moving.
So with that part settled, she finally reaches to unlatch the door. It doesn’t matter if she’s seen heading to the portal, she could be going anywhere. Neron, on the other hand… arching a brow, the Wraith waits for the Hailstorm to ready himself for the outside world. “So are you going to tell me how it happened, or…?” Quietly murmuring to him, she’s quite confident that no one will be close enough to hear her talking to “herself” let alone see her lips moving.
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