LOREN
Loren wasn’t quite as sure as Abasi was about the rebel leaders being ineffective. Still, the summoner didn’t really know how to respond to the other man’s statement. ”Maybe.” Granted, Wessex had been part of the revolt as well, and she was certainly committed, if not always the most clear-headed. Still, she was all they had: Ronin, for whatever reason, maybe due to other commitments or an unwillingness to lead, wasn’t present.
As Abasi traced the makeup around the Launceleyn’s eyes, he closed them, simply surrendering to the sensation for a moment. Weirdly enough, it was quite pleasant. As the other man’s hands fell away, and then he spoke, Loren opened his eyes, and turned to look at himself in the mirror.
He almost didn’t recognize himself. The black stood out starkly against his pale skin, causing his blue eyes to pop. However, even then he didn’t know if he believed Abasi’s compliment; the summoner’s eyes sought the other man’s gaze in the mirror. ”So you think I’m handsome, then?” The Launceleyn didn’t know what prompted him to ask. Of course, even now he wasn’t sure he thought of himself as attractive. Different and striking with the makeup, maybe, but certainly not a person to be admired.
As Abasi traced the makeup around the Launceleyn’s eyes, he closed them, simply surrendering to the sensation for a moment. Weirdly enough, it was quite pleasant. As the other man’s hands fell away, and then he spoke, Loren opened his eyes, and turned to look at himself in the mirror.
He almost didn’t recognize himself. The black stood out starkly against his pale skin, causing his blue eyes to pop. However, even then he didn’t know if he believed Abasi’s compliment; the summoner’s eyes sought the other man’s gaze in the mirror. ”So you think I’m handsome, then?” The Launceleyn didn’t know what prompted him to ask. Of course, even now he wasn’t sure he thought of himself as attractive. Different and striking with the makeup, maybe, but certainly not a person to be admired.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
