show me how it ends, it's alright
"Luckily for you, I am a former Spymaster, and we are renowned for keeping secrets. Though I suppose you could say that I just ruined my reputation by telling you," Neron mutters, sounding amused even if it's only at his own idiocy, and he steps through the portal without any further delay. Offering the Wraith his arm even if she won't be able to see it, it's only once they have reached the safety of the shrine that he deactivates his upgrade.
Her candidness (protectiveness, even) is refreshing, the Hailstorm's eyes widening a fraction as he considers the offer order. "Are you my General now?" he wonders with a smirk, reaching out to take her wrist. "Thank you, Wessex. For everything. This isn't easy for anyone, believe me."
Without further ado, Neron leans in to let his fangs slip into her veins. One would expect to be seasoned by the sensation at some point, but it always takes him by surprise, the whipcrack of pleasure, and he grasps her forearm a little tighter before finding the sense to draw back, pressing his coat sleeve to his lips. Nodding his gratitude again, a few moments later he lets his arm drop and huffs out a breath.
"Alright. Hit me hard."
Her candidness (protectiveness, even) is refreshing, the Hailstorm's eyes widening a fraction as he considers the offer order. "Are you my General now?" he wonders with a smirk, reaching out to take her wrist. "Thank you, Wessex. For everything. This isn't easy for anyone, believe me."
Without further ado, Neron leans in to let his fangs slip into her veins. One would expect to be seasoned by the sensation at some point, but it always takes him by surprise, the whipcrack of pleasure, and he grasps her forearm a little tighter before finding the sense to draw back, pressing his coat sleeve to his lips. Nodding his gratitude again, a few moments later he lets his arm drop and huffs out a breath.
"Alright. Hit me hard."
Neron
