the Storm
Neveah sighed dramatically, "Even for me," he muttered with 'disappointment' in his voice. "I thought we had something special." He said wiping away non existential tears. He looked so pitiful that if a woman saw him, she would try to comfort him by giving him a tight hug.
"By 'special,' you mean beating me up, kidnapping me, forcing me into being a maid, and…" the voice continued and annoyance was easily detectable beneath the cold tone.
"Sigh… I get it, I get it," Neveah cut her off, " I came late, can't I get some perks and handicaps."
He looked expectantly at the sky, waiting for a reply. Instead, a word manifested before him sculpted from ice – "NO."
Sharon, formerly known as Topaz said her voice cold. "Young master, you are wasting valuable time."
Neveah sighed shaking his head, "Okay... And don't you think it's time I finally saw you?" he persisted, "We've been talking like this for ages. When will you grace me with your presence, my dear…"