Neron
the wind breathes lonely
longing to be seen
longing to be seen
Luckily for all of them, Flora leaves Neron all the breadcrumbs he needs to be able to figure out who she is, and by the time she's leaning prettily against his bar, he's got all the information required to flirt (obviously). "You think so? I find them quite garish, but it isn't about me, right?" Flashing a fanged grin at her and nodding at the patrons (who are positively cackling about the phallic nature of the serpent), it's quite easy to guess how he has been since the festival.
"The fun never stops," he drawls, looking her up and down and stepping back, reaching beneath the bar for a gin glass. "I feel like this is your poison," he says, wiggling the glass at her and grabbing a bottle of the Grounds' finest offerings. "How have you been?"
"The fun never stops," he drawls, looking her up and down and stepping back, reaching beneath the bar for a gin glass. "I feel like this is your poison," he says, wiggling the glass at her and grabbing a bottle of the Grounds' finest offerings. "How have you been?"
sometimes the soul
has days like these
has days like these
