#{nero comin home to his newly acquired boyf after a long mission like oh i am about to act UP}

[devilsworn]

@cursegiven​ asked: ❛ I had rather hoped that you would come. ❜ || PHANTOM OF THE OPERA

“Didn’t keep you waitin’ around too long, did I, big guy?” Funny question to ask, knowing well and good by now that Simon would wait all the hours God sends, patient, generous man that he is--the thought tugs a smirk to the corners of Nero’s lips as he steps out of the storm and into the quiet dim of the bar, rain combed back out of the short of his hair under one gloved hand as the other claps the hunter between the shoulders. “Well, sorry, but you know how it is out there right now. Everyone’s looking for a piece of me these days--work’s booming off the charts after everything that went down in Redgrave.”

Laughter breeches his voice, roguish and bright as the door is kicked shut behind him with one booted foot. “But hey, here I am, huh? Finally.” That clapping hand reaches on high, arm following behind to catch the curve of Simon’s neck in the crook of Nero’s elbow to tug him deeper into that space between them. “Front and centre, at your service and all that. Sort of on time...”

A brow quirks, rain shining bright on his young face and the silver of his lashes alike when his voice turns teasing in his slim throat. “You miss me?”