The white sheep of the family
As he felt the hands squeeze his shoulders, Loren smiled, looking back to give Abasi a grateful look. It was more physical contact than the summoner had been expecting from the undertaker, to be honest. At least in public. The Launceleyn let out a little huff of laughter at Abasi’s comment. It was a pretty good flirt, at least in Loren’s mind ”I’m looking forward to finding out where your hands wander.” His own voice came out in the barest of whispers as well.
Then they were all done painting—or writing, as the case might be—and the summoner leaned against the wall next to his crude drawing. The undertaker did his best to answer the questions from the daughter of Rae. However, she didn’t seem pleased with what she heard.
Taking a bit of pity on Abasi, the Launceleyn decided to see if he could appease Oia’i’o (or at least explain to her why people were the way they were). ”Sometimes people are irrational, especially when it comes to their death and their own mortality. Telling them the truth doesn’t change the way they think and feel. In fact, being lectured about truth and facts occasionally causes them to double down on their irrationality.” His voice came out soothingly, but also mostly matter-of-fact. If she was going to get this worked up every time someone believed in a falsehood she’d give herself a heart attack.
Then Kai was there, and he led the clearly distressed Oia’i’o out of the mortuary. Loren sighed, and ran a nervous hand through his hair. The ‘you can stay’ was sorely tempting, but he gave the undertaker an apologetic smile. ”I should probably keep an eye on them, make sure they don’t run into trouble.” Or cause more trouble. It was a toss-up with those two. ”I can help you with the cremation and the plot, if it comes up. And renew the ice as needed.”
The summoner waved, then started to follow the twins out the door before halting and turning to give Abasi a hopeful and slightly heated look. ”I’ll come back once I’m sure they’re okay. I'd be happy to help you finish getting set up. And congratulations.” This time, the Launceleyn flashed the other man a brilliant smile before finally heading out.
But he’d be back soon enough.
Then they were all done painting—or writing, as the case might be—and the summoner leaned against the wall next to his crude drawing. The undertaker did his best to answer the questions from the daughter of Rae. However, she didn’t seem pleased with what she heard.
Taking a bit of pity on Abasi, the Launceleyn decided to see if he could appease Oia’i’o (or at least explain to her why people were the way they were). ”Sometimes people are irrational, especially when it comes to their death and their own mortality. Telling them the truth doesn’t change the way they think and feel. In fact, being lectured about truth and facts occasionally causes them to double down on their irrationality.” His voice came out soothingly, but also mostly matter-of-fact. If she was going to get this worked up every time someone believed in a falsehood she’d give herself a heart attack.
Then Kai was there, and he led the clearly distressed Oia’i’o out of the mortuary. Loren sighed, and ran a nervous hand through his hair. The ‘you can stay’ was sorely tempting, but he gave the undertaker an apologetic smile. ”I should probably keep an eye on them, make sure they don’t run into trouble.” Or cause more trouble. It was a toss-up with those two. ”I can help you with the cremation and the plot, if it comes up. And renew the ice as needed.”
The summoner waved, then started to follow the twins out the door before halting and turning to give Abasi a hopeful and slightly heated look. ”I’ll come back once I’m sure they’re okay. I'd be happy to help you finish getting set up. And congratulations.” This time, the Launceleyn flashed the other man a brilliant smile before finally heading out.
But he’d be back soon enough.
Will blood tell
