Nightbloom
[It’s quite clear to him, hustling up to a giant stupid castle, he made the wrong decision. And he tries to turn it around, but the portal’s closed. So he’s. Stuck here. With a castle. And dancing.

Nero’s so damn tired of castles.

And he is not dancing. Not because he can’t. He’s just. His dancing is not. Ballroom. Actually, pretty sure this is the first time he’s been in a ballroom where Kyrie wasn’t performing.

Too bad. She’d fit right in here. Fancy dresses and dancing. All the art. She might have even convinced him to dance.

He’s not now. He’s leaning against one of the ballroom’s walls, his hood pulled up around his face. Nero’s not concerned with looking weird, watching people dance – mostly because he’s caught up in a memory. His girl in another castle.

Ugh. This sucks.]


[Later, he can be found by the refreshment table, stuffing one finger food in, one after the other. The whole market was too expensive for his tastes (or his coinpurse) and he’d been waiting all damn night to eat.

He’s gotta say. It’s not bad.

Nero stops a server with a raise of his hand.] Hey, uh. You got root beer?

[The vampire stares at him. When he walks away, Nero sticks a couple of finger foods in the bag strapped to his thigh.

For later. They’re wrapped in a napkin, it’s fine.]

Blooming
[Somehow, he hadn’t thought the whole Blooming thing would be so literal. But fine, he’ll bite. Maybe Solvunn’s rubbing off on him. Besides, even he can’t fail to admit the flower is really something to see. Nothing like he’s seen at home, really.

After a moment of deliberation, Nero sticks the glowing flower behind his ear. He might have a near-permanent frown, but the flower doesn’t look terrible next to his white hair.

Besides. Easier than carrying it around.]

Assignment
[Nero’s already tired of all this entire shindig by the time a note is slipped to him. Before he can grab the courier – who literally dances away from his grip – he’s left with a note. And the naked-ass seed.

Once the ink’s gone, he just shoves the note in his thigh bag.

Clean water? Why couldn’t it be wine?]

Oh, yeah, the one time Himeka’s gone, huh? Couldn’t be around to make a freakin’ bubble or something?

[Shit. Himeka. She’d left earlier. But where –

Shit.

Nero grabs the closest person, grip tight. His gaze is sharp, and it almost feels like his nails might be pointed claws. They look normal enough, though, for now.] Hey. You see a fountain around here anywhere?