Love mends even the broken parts
It seemed the gods weren’t done with Loren just yet. He should’ve expected this, coming here without warning as he had. However, given how scarce Ronin had been of late, the summoner had almost forgotten that this was the king’s home and sanctum, and by breaching it the Launceleyn had no doubt broken any number of unspoken rules. Indeed, his mind flashed back to the last time he’d come here, and how disastrously he’d botched his reunion with his former friend.
And that was before everything that had happened with Remi.
So the summoner froze where he stood, eyes watching Ronin as he stamped the snow off. It was a toss-up between which of them looked worse; they both looked more like wild creatures than human beings, though at least the other man was on the road to recovery. Loren, on the other hand, seemed to have gotten worse as time went on, both mentally and physically. Astra poked her head out from behind the Launceleyn’s back, staring at the king, before she hid behind the summoner once more. He barely noticed, gaze fixed upon the man who he had once considered his best friend.
Considering that Ronin knew everything that had went down—and had completely avoided Loren in the aftermath—the Launceleyn figured the king wanted nothing to do with the summoner. Therefore, it was best they keep their distance. Although he wasn’t sure if the other man had noticed the Launceleyn yet, he knew he couldn't just slip away and that he should make his presence known. So, after lowering his hood, he spoke. ”Ronin.” Loren was impressed at how neutrally his voice came out. ”I was just coming to inspect the Guild for LongNight.” That was all. He had no ulterior motives beyond trying to keep people alive.
And that was before everything that had happened with Remi.
So the summoner froze where he stood, eyes watching Ronin as he stamped the snow off. It was a toss-up between which of them looked worse; they both looked more like wild creatures than human beings, though at least the other man was on the road to recovery. Loren, on the other hand, seemed to have gotten worse as time went on, both mentally and physically. Astra poked her head out from behind the Launceleyn’s back, staring at the king, before she hid behind the summoner once more. He barely noticed, gaze fixed upon the man who he had once considered his best friend.
Considering that Ronin knew everything that had went down—and had completely avoided Loren in the aftermath—the Launceleyn figured the king wanted nothing to do with the summoner. Therefore, it was best they keep their distance. Although he wasn’t sure if the other man had noticed the Launceleyn yet, he knew he couldn't just slip away and that he should make his presence known. So, after lowering his hood, he spoke. ”Ronin.” Loren was impressed at how neutrally his voice came out. ”I was just coming to inspect the Guild for LongNight.” That was all. He had no ulterior motives beyond trying to keep people alive.
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