Neron
Unlike Remi who, despite being leader of the Greatwood still found time to take a jaunt here there and everywhere, Neron still has a job to do. So yes, this is taking place in a bar. And the Launceleyn has been watching the door for days now (not that he would admit it to anyone, not in a thousand years), waiting for the Lullaby to make his entrance. And when he finally does, it's remarkably understated.
Glancing up only briefly - Neron is serving ale to a few patrons, his black shirtsleeves rolled to the elbows and his fair hair boyishly tousled, as usual - it's a few minutes more before he can saunter his way over to Remi, feeling unfairly glad for the bar between them. (Not that it would do anything at all).
"What can I get you?" he asks with a slow smile. "I like to wine and dine first. It is only polite."
Glancing up only briefly - Neron is serving ale to a few patrons, his black shirtsleeves rolled to the elbows and his fair hair boyishly tousled, as usual - it's a few minutes more before he can saunter his way over to Remi, feeling unfairly glad for the bar between them. (Not that it would do anything at all).
"What can I get you?" he asks with a slow smile. "I like to wine and dine first. It is only polite."
i am mine
before i am ever anyone else’s
before i am ever anyone else’s
