Neron
i love you as
certain dark things are to be loved
certain dark things are to be loved
”Or pain,” Neron agrees, the words half muffled into the pillow he’s buried his head in. ”Not cold, not hot, not nothing. But I still feel cold.” It’s irrational and whimsical and makes zero sense, but Neron isn’t lying in this state, at least. He mumbles something - a question, maybe - as she approaches and draws the blanket over him. There’s a whisper of a smile on his lips at that, the weight comforting if nothing else.
He doesn’t manage to voice his gratitude, but the way he relaxes under the covers might give Morgan a sense of it. He can’t sleep, but he can at least close his eyes and pretend for a while. ”Mm... Kraai is closed,” he mutters. ”No business to take care of. There’s a closed sign on the door.” He thinks. There should be.
He doesn’t manage to voice his gratitude, but the way he relaxes under the covers might give Morgan a sense of it. He can’t sleep, but he can at least close his eyes and pretend for a while. ”Mm... Kraai is closed,” he mutters. ”No business to take care of. There’s a closed sign on the door.” He thinks. There should be.
in secret
between the shadow and the soul
between the shadow and the soul
