They say blood makes you related but
loyalty makes you family
Turned out, Loren did not know what guns were. ”Guns?” At the mention of better medical and healing, the summoner gave Sunjata a startled look; that was much more interesting to him than some weapon he’d never heard of. For someone who routinely summoned monsters, most weapons were not particularly impressive. ”Wait, better than magic? Like what?” Though his healing wasn’t the most powerful he’d encountered—which simply argued that healing magic could do a lot more than he was capable of—it was able to treat pretty much everything he’d come across so far.
”So wait, she’s mad at you for moving on even after she’d been dead for three years? For you at least?” Loren tilted his head to give Sunjata a bemused expression. The alcohol, thouhg it had been limited, had already loosened the Launceleyn’s tongue, so even though he knew he should probably not wade into this, he couldn’t seem to stop himself. ”I would’ve been more worried if you hadn’t.” Chuckling, he shook his head. ”Also, Phoebe?” The summoner had met the healer, and she was a bit too prickly for his tastes. Then again, he didn’t like to be touched and didn’t think he was worthy of being loved, so his tastes were currently nonexistent, despite the fact that he hadn’t had sex for almost a year. Yeah, he had problems.
When the other man reassured the summoner, Loren smiled, though it didn’t reach his eyes. At least the bartender—Ezra, the librarian reminded himself firmly—hadn’t stuck around. ”You’re on your own for that one. I think I’m probably still on thin ice around these parts. And he doesn't even know about the vandalism.” The librarian pointed at the message he and Rexanna had carved about Edy. The wine spider had apparently finished its treat, and was now eyeing Sunjata’s drink with a great deal of interest. Loren gestured at it, just so the other man wasn’t assaulted unexpectedly by the critter. However, Sunjata was already on it, topping off the spider’s glass, which it returned to contentedly.
”So wait, she’s mad at you for moving on even after she’d been dead for three years? For you at least?” Loren tilted his head to give Sunjata a bemused expression. The alcohol, thouhg it had been limited, had already loosened the Launceleyn’s tongue, so even though he knew he should probably not wade into this, he couldn’t seem to stop himself. ”I would’ve been more worried if you hadn’t.” Chuckling, he shook his head. ”Also, Phoebe?” The summoner had met the healer, and she was a bit too prickly for his tastes. Then again, he didn’t like to be touched and didn’t think he was worthy of being loved, so his tastes were currently nonexistent, despite the fact that he hadn’t had sex for almost a year. Yeah, he had problems.
When the other man reassured the summoner, Loren smiled, though it didn’t reach his eyes. At least the bartender—Ezra, the librarian reminded himself firmly—hadn’t stuck around. ”You’re on your own for that one. I think I’m probably still on thin ice around these parts. And he doesn't even know about the vandalism.” The librarian pointed at the message he and Rexanna had carved about Edy. The wine spider had apparently finished its treat, and was now eyeing Sunjata’s drink with a great deal of interest. Loren gestured at it, just so the other man wasn’t assaulted unexpectedly by the critter. However, Sunjata was already on it, topping off the spider’s glass, which it returned to contentedly.
LOREN
