neron
Given that Neron was imprisoned lived in the Academy these days, he did not have far to come. Indeed, the former Warden gazed down upon the arrivals, leaning against the banister at the top of one of the flights of stairs overlooking the entrance. Once upon a time he might have sneered or lingered there with Edrei (may she be causing trouble wherever she was now), but as the sun set over Halo he was more relieved to see so many coming through.
There were plenty of faces that he recognised, but some that he did not even now, and when he’d had enough of playing wallflower he retired once more to his room. His guard followed at his heels, silent and stoic and boring as always. Lucky Neron.
There were plenty of faces that he recognised, but some that he did not even now, and when he’d had enough of playing wallflower he retired once more to his room. His guard followed at his heels, silent and stoic and boring as always. Lucky Neron.
you're so cold, put your hand in mine
