LOREN
Smiling suggestively at Abasi, the fingers of Loren’s left hand stroked against the undertaker’s hip. ”More like a different kind of dance." The summoner's voice came out in a slightly heated whisper.
As the other man pulled away, the Launceleyn let the distance grow, though he kept his hands on Abasi's hips. For a moment, Loren just swayed to the music. His eyes were distant as he was temporarily lost in thought. "Did you or your family keep slaves?" There was a slightly cautious edge to the summoner's voice, and his movements had lost more than a little bit of their grace.
More importantly, the joy had fled from his expression.
As the other man pulled away, the Launceleyn let the distance grow, though he kept his hands on Abasi's hips. For a moment, Loren just swayed to the music. His eyes were distant as he was temporarily lost in thought. "Did you or your family keep slaves?" There was a slightly cautious edge to the summoner's voice, and his movements had lost more than a little bit of their grace.
More importantly, the joy had fled from his expression.
light is precious in a world so dark
begin at the beginning
tell a story. make some light
begin at the beginning
tell a story. make some light
