Neron
the wind breathes lonely
longing to be seen
longing to be seen
”Mmhm,” Neron confirms, both to the shrine’s location and whether or not he’s visited it. ”It’s where I went to Ascend,” he explains, fingers ruffling through his fair hair. He’s more interested in the backwards trajectory of their footprints now than wherever they might be going; indeed, the only thing that holds more interest for him is Morgan. So as she speaks again he glances back to her, giving her a sunny, fanged smile.
”I suppose eating is different,” he says. ”Is it peaches? I miss peaches.” Neron sighs. ”Or lobster. They were both good. Not together though.” Nose wrinkling, he moves suddenly to flop and sit down in the snow. ”Want to build a snowman?”
”I suppose eating is different,” he says. ”Is it peaches? I miss peaches.” Neron sighs. ”Or lobster. They were both good. Not together though.” Nose wrinkling, he moves suddenly to flop and sit down in the snow. ”Want to build a snowman?”
sometimes the soul
has days like these
has days like these
