Neron
i love you as
certain dark things are to be loved
certain dark things are to be loved
Nudging Loren back, Neron can only scoff out a laugh at his brother's description. "A long life," he repeats. "Yes, you could certainly say that." Still, he wrinkles his nose at the idea of one of them finally approaching the man claiming Jace Launceleyn's name, and he shakes his head to Loren. "I'll do it," he says slowly. "It should be me. I'll... yeah. I'll come to see you about it, once I have something to share." Fighting the urge to rub at his eyes, already mentally exhausted by the task, he lets that thread of conversation go.
Not that the next one is any easier, and the Hailstorm merely wrinkles his nose at his twin. "You're right," he says, "I probably wouldn't. Best to keep that one to yourself, I should think." Huffing out a sigh, at least there's the Kraai to buoy the mood, and Neron glances over his shoulder in through a gap in the doors to check that the rest of the barstaff haven't gotten overwhelmed.
"I have quite enjoyed having you around," he admits, saying nothing to Loren's qualifications. "Even if I do find others to help out, you're still welcome to take shifts."
Not that the next one is any easier, and the Hailstorm merely wrinkles his nose at his twin. "You're right," he says, "I probably wouldn't. Best to keep that one to yourself, I should think." Huffing out a sigh, at least there's the Kraai to buoy the mood, and Neron glances over his shoulder in through a gap in the doors to check that the rest of the barstaff haven't gotten overwhelmed.
"I have quite enjoyed having you around," he admits, saying nothing to Loren's qualifications. "Even if I do find others to help out, you're still welcome to take shifts."
in secret
between the shadow and the soul
between the shadow and the soul
