Neron
the wind breathes lonely
longing to be seen
longing to be seen
"Stick around me long enough and you will find I can do that with most sentiments," Neron says with a wink; again, lawyer. Give him a simple statement and he can spin it into a narrative as flowery or as cutting as you like. Ask him for a straight answer? Not so easy. "Thank you, though. I appreciate the support in my non-leadership endeavour."
Nodding, their deal sealed, Neron holds out the glasses for her to fill them with cider that certainly tangs the air, even for an Ascended's sensibilities. "If ever there were a drink that could get us drunk, I believe this might come close," he remarks, only to flash a fanged smirk as he's called a show off. "Just a barman," he retorts.
He waits for her toast with an air of quiet expectation, but when nothing comes, their glasses clink and echo in the empty bar, leaving silence in its wake. "Best toast I've heard for a while," Neron drawls, sipping at his cider. "I always find them dreadfully long."
Nodding, their deal sealed, Neron holds out the glasses for her to fill them with cider that certainly tangs the air, even for an Ascended's sensibilities. "If ever there were a drink that could get us drunk, I believe this might come close," he remarks, only to flash a fanged smirk as he's called a show off. "Just a barman," he retorts.
He waits for her toast with an air of quiet expectation, but when nothing comes, their glasses clink and echo in the empty bar, leaving silence in its wake. "Best toast I've heard for a while," Neron drawls, sipping at his cider. "I always find them dreadfully long."
sometimes the soul
has days like these
has days like these
