Neron
the wind breathes lonely
longing to be seen
longing to be seen
"If it makes you feel any better, I don't think Sunjata will actually be there all that often," Neron says with a crooked smile, though it's directed down at the bottle as he examines it. "But the lying could be a small issue. It rather defeats the purpose of spying when you tell people you're doing it, right?" Chuckling, he glances back up at her just as she asks to see the bottle, which he surrenders willingly.
Eyebrows raise to hear that it's her family's cider, Neron jotting down a note or two onto the parchment he's been working on and tilting his head at Maea. "Perhaps they just forgot where it was," he tries, glancing up at the high shelf. "Regardless, if you feel sore about it, I can serve them a cocktail with it even though it's likely spoiled by now." Vindictive? Neron? Absolutely.
Eyebrows raise to hear that it's her family's cider, Neron jotting down a note or two onto the parchment he's been working on and tilting his head at Maea. "Perhaps they just forgot where it was," he tries, glancing up at the high shelf. "Regardless, if you feel sore about it, I can serve them a cocktail with it even though it's likely spoiled by now." Vindictive? Neron? Absolutely.
sometimes the soul
has days like these
has days like these
