it's a beautiful lie
"It certainly spices things up," Neron reasons, though like Sunjata, he'd have likely preferred it if his dealings with deities remained relatively bland. At least he seems to be in the Voice's good books these days, though he puts that down to managing to survive this long as much as anything else. The mageglass he contributed probably helped, too.
Raising his eyebrows to hear that Frey might be just a little on their side, for lack of a better term for it, Neron clinks his glass with Sunjata's a second time. "Careful," he drawls, "if people hear you talking of something peaceful they might lose their minds."
Knocking back the rest of his drink given that it does absolutely nothing for him, Neron places his glass down just in time to see the wine spider scuttling up his leg. "What the fuck," he snaps, instinctively trying to swat it away. "You didn't say there were fucking monsters in here." The Advocates are forgotten for now, in lieu of his drunken, hairy passenger.
Raising his eyebrows to hear that Frey might be just a little on their side, for lack of a better term for it, Neron clinks his glass with Sunjata's a second time. "Careful," he drawls, "if people hear you talking of something peaceful they might lose their minds."
Knocking back the rest of his drink given that it does absolutely nothing for him, Neron places his glass down just in time to see the wine spider scuttling up his leg. "What the fuck," he snaps, instinctively trying to swat it away. "You didn't say there were fucking monsters in here." The Advocates are forgotten for now, in lieu of his drunken, hairy passenger.
it's a perfect denial
such a beautiful lie to believe in
NERON
