LOREN
Abasi seemed happy with the original origin story, so Loren left it at that. It was a good tale, though he had a lot of follow up questions about it. However, he’d already probably asked the other man more than enough, all things considered. ”It’s a beautiful tale, and you’re an excellent storyteller.” It was apparent that the other man had a lot of experience. As the story of the gods turned violent, though, the Launceleyn’s brow furrowed and his eyes darkened. ”Was there a reason the people turned against him, besides the fact that he grew old and weak?” It seemed like a familiar tale—especially given his earlier thoughts about The Voice and the old gods—and not one that sat comfortably with him.
Apparently just the mention of cosmetics was enough to perk Abasi up. ”Well. I’m not really doing anything pressing at the moment, so we could look now, if you’d like? And you’re welcome to put some on me.” While he wasn’t so sure about wearing makeup (and definitely didn’t think it would do wonders for his confidence), worst case, Loren could always wipe it off. Also, he wondered if he could create something even if they didn’t find anything suitable. Moreover, it would certainly be a nice change of pace for both of them.
From the sound of it the other man’s meeting with the Queen had been less than stellar. Then again, Wessex tended to have that effect on people. As Abasi asked who the Launceleyn followed, though, he veiled his eyes, trying to hide his expression. ”I follow those who I believe are worthy of it. Right now, that’s the queen.” Not the king, and maybe not even Wessex for long if she didn’t get her act together in a way that made sense to the summoner.
Apparently just the mention of cosmetics was enough to perk Abasi up. ”Well. I’m not really doing anything pressing at the moment, so we could look now, if you’d like? And you’re welcome to put some on me.” While he wasn’t so sure about wearing makeup (and definitely didn’t think it would do wonders for his confidence), worst case, Loren could always wipe it off. Also, he wondered if he could create something even if they didn’t find anything suitable. Moreover, it would certainly be a nice change of pace for both of them.
From the sound of it the other man’s meeting with the Queen had been less than stellar. Then again, Wessex tended to have that effect on people. As Abasi asked who the Launceleyn followed, though, he veiled his eyes, trying to hide his expression. ”I follow those who I believe are worthy of it. Right now, that’s the queen.” Not the king, and maybe not even Wessex for long if she didn’t get her act together in a way that made sense to the summoner.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
