Neron
the wind breathes lonely
longing to be seen
longing to be seen
"Why, thank you for saying so. I like to think I add to the outfit, even though it has its own charms," Neron drawls, all sly wit and quiet ego, and he strolls beside her with his hands resting in the pockets of his coat. He's no fool, and to see them walking with even a remote amount of comfort with each other is sure to get the rumour mill turning. It probably already is - such things are inevitable, Neron has learned, but the less they feed it, the better.
He leads them through streets set aglow by torches and lanterns, turning eventually to hug the Citadel walls. Neron is heading towards a guard tower by the look of it, though everything about it suggests that it is not in use - at least for tonight. Is that the Hailstorm's doing? You bet it is.
Glancing sidelong at Morgan, a smirk curling across his lips at her forward questioning, he nods in acquiescence. "Alright," he says quietly. "Granted, it might not be something you don't know, as I imagine you have already seen them. But I happen to be a stickler for trashy romance novels. Halo is rather lacking in them, by the way. As Warden, surely it is your duty to rectify that."
He leads them through streets set aglow by torches and lanterns, turning eventually to hug the Citadel walls. Neron is heading towards a guard tower by the look of it, though everything about it suggests that it is not in use - at least for tonight. Is that the Hailstorm's doing? You bet it is.
Glancing sidelong at Morgan, a smirk curling across his lips at her forward questioning, he nods in acquiescence. "Alright," he says quietly. "Granted, it might not be something you don't know, as I imagine you have already seen them. But I happen to be a stickler for trashy romance novels. Halo is rather lacking in them, by the way. As Warden, surely it is your duty to rectify that."
sometimes the soul
has days like these
has days like these
