LOREN
”I imagine they would. Something with lots of cushions and incense and peaches and honey. And some spare clothes.” That way, no one else would have the incredibly awkward walk of shame Loren had been forced to endure, when he’d encountered Roana. As Phoebe explained that Frey was Rae’s herald, the Launceleyn frowned. While he knew that particular fact already, he didn’t know exactly what it entailed. As he was processing it he took another bite of the pie. ”I knew that, but I’m not sure what it means for one god to be the herald of another. Nor do I know what Rae is the god of.” Besides Ludo guiding souls to Mort, Loren didn't know much about this herald business. He filed away the bit of information about the shrine in the woods—the one he’d prayed at, he remembered that much at least—belonging to Rae.
At her surprised comment, the summoner gave her an equally surprised look. ”Uh...I mean, they stole my clothes, but other than that, pretty much. It was pleasant, even.” In fact, he’d gotten the best orgasm he’d ever had from it, not that he was going to explain that to the healer. Beyond that, the Launceleyn knew that Sunjata had also had a fairly pleasant experience with Frey, as had Rexanna; again, Loren really wasn’t going to talk about either of those people for quite a few reasons. The other man had hurt Phoebe and Rexanna had probably told the summoner in confidence.
As the healer asked the Launceleyn if he had any questions, he frowned again. ”What motivates them?” They had given Loren the best climax of his life, but that seemed far too small a domain for a higher power. Besides, it had seemed to the summoner that there had been more, far more to Frey than simple sex. And if he met them again, he wanted to be ready for it.
Well, as ready as he could be.
At her surprised comment, the summoner gave her an equally surprised look. ”Uh...I mean, they stole my clothes, but other than that, pretty much. It was pleasant, even.” In fact, he’d gotten the best orgasm he’d ever had from it, not that he was going to explain that to the healer. Beyond that, the Launceleyn knew that Sunjata had also had a fairly pleasant experience with Frey, as had Rexanna; again, Loren really wasn’t going to talk about either of those people for quite a few reasons. The other man had hurt Phoebe and Rexanna had probably told the summoner in confidence.
As the healer asked the Launceleyn if he had any questions, he frowned again. ”What motivates them?” They had given Loren the best climax of his life, but that seemed far too small a domain for a higher power. Besides, it had seemed to the summoner that there had been more, far more to Frey than simple sex. And if he met them again, he wanted to be ready for it.
Well, as ready as he could be.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
