NERON
the hailstorm
Deal done, soul sold, all good in Neron’s books. Letting the last of the ice disappear from around Sunjata, the Hailstorm steps aside so he might let the other man lead the way. Following at his back, he watches with interest as they approach the back room. Steel blue eyes track the movements of a hidden entrance, the key clicking in the lock to reveal...
Precisely fuck all.
He steps into the room with a furrowed brow, expecting traps, or a hidden door, or something... anything else. Letting Sunjata click the door shut behind them, his eyes immediately adjusting to the dark, Neron tilts his head. ”You have a secret key to a hidden door, behind which lies your office,” he remarks. ”This is it?”
With a sigh that requires no breath, he accepts it even if he isn’t happy about it. ”Two birds with one stone, then. Looks like your neck is already covered. Any objections?”
Precisely fuck all.
He steps into the room with a furrowed brow, expecting traps, or a hidden door, or something... anything else. Letting Sunjata click the door shut behind them, his eyes immediately adjusting to the dark, Neron tilts his head. ”You have a secret key to a hidden door, behind which lies your office,” he remarks. ”This is it?”
With a sigh that requires no breath, he accepts it even if he isn’t happy about it. ”Two birds with one stone, then. Looks like your neck is already covered. Any objections?”
