neron
”And I used to sleep until noon and run from the sight of anything that looked like hard work. I changed - so can you.” Neron winks over the rim of his glass. Has he changed? Yes and no. Is it close enough for the analogy? Yes, it will do. Toasting his brother in return, he waits for Loren to clean himself up enough before leading them back out of the bathroom. Neron leans against the back of a chair, not particularly wanting to get himself too comfortable on the basis of what Loren has said so far.
”Drama runs in the family,” he says in his twin’s defence, winking at him. ”And I’m reasonably sure that Father’s heart ceased to beat before we were dropped into his place. If he has managed to cure himself of death and swan his way into Caido, he may actually impress me.” Unlikely, but there was always a chance.
Squeezing the glass, his humour drops away and he shakes his head at the question. ”No, I didn’t,” he admits. ”Wessex didn’t say anything, put it that way.”
”Drama runs in the family,” he says in his twin’s defence, winking at him. ”And I’m reasonably sure that Father’s heart ceased to beat before we were dropped into his place. If he has managed to cure himself of death and swan his way into Caido, he may actually impress me.” Unlikely, but there was always a chance.
Squeezing the glass, his humour drops away and he shakes his head at the question. ”No, I didn’t,” he admits. ”Wessex didn’t say anything, put it that way.”
lay your hand on me, one last time
