neron
"Of all the voices to come sweetly whispering into my mind on an evening, yours was certainly unexpected." Neron's voice was a quiet purr in the darkness, the Warden stepping out into moonlight with sure footsteps and all the predatory grace of an Ascended. It helped that his body knew exactly what to do now, and he listened to it keenly as he gazed upon Wessex with new eyes.
"I had wanted to meet with you personally to give you the good news," he said with a short bow. "But apparently there are more important things to discuss. Lead the way when you are ready - no torches needed this time."
"I had wanted to meet with you personally to give you the good news," he said with a short bow. "But apparently there are more important things to discuss. Lead the way when you are ready - no torches needed this time."
lay your hand on me, one last time
