liars and lovers combine tonight, we're gonna make a scene
"Well, whoever worked on restoring the place didn't do a bad job," Neron murmurs, his hands comfortably in his pockets as he lets his gaze wander from the architecture to the tall shelves, the rows of books, the smell of old paper. There is none of that comfortable familiarity in his steps as he meanders after Maea, his fingers slipping out of his coat to dance along the spines of various books, until she draws them to a halt.
"Hm...? Oh, thank you," he says, accepting the tome and turning it over in his hands. He hasn't read it - and gods isn't that a fresh experience all on its own? - and from flicking through a page or two at random, it seems just his sort of thing. A smirk curls up one side of his mouth, and he nods his head. "Your brother has good taste," he notes. "It seems our running into each other has been a stroke of good luck. I'll see you at the VlamVloed soon, then?"
"Hm...? Oh, thank you," he says, accepting the tome and turning it over in his hands. He hasn't read it - and gods isn't that a fresh experience all on its own? - and from flicking through a page or two at random, it seems just his sort of thing. A smirk curls up one side of his mouth, and he nods his head. "Your brother has good taste," he notes. "It seems our running into each other has been a stroke of good luck. I'll see you at the VlamVloed soon, then?"
Neron
