Neron
the wind breathes lonely
longing to be seen
longing to be seen
"A bartender is never rude," Neron points out with a similar, catlike smile creeping across his face. "Unless he is telling someone to get out of his bar, of course." At that point he can be as rude as he damned well pleases. As for what she can learn from him, the Hailstorm rolls a shoulder in a shrug. "I am not one to stab and tell," he says. "You will just have to wait until we have the opportunity to get together." You know. To train.
As for closing time, Neron's steel eyes flick up towards the clock, and he bites the inside of his cheek as he considers. "About an hour," he says, "but I'm sure I can keep you entertained until then. And luckily for the two of us, portals mean it shouldn't be a problem for me to walk you home."
As for closing time, Neron's steel eyes flick up towards the clock, and he bites the inside of his cheek as he considers. "About an hour," he says, "but I'm sure I can keep you entertained until then. And luckily for the two of us, portals mean it shouldn't be a problem for me to walk you home."
sometimes the soul
has days like these
has days like these
