there's light at the edge of the darkness
At Frey’s question, Loren bit his lip. For a moment, he was quiet, silently weighing whether saying what was on his mind was a good idea, or if it would just upset them. Then he sighed, and shook his head. "Not really." His voice came out quietly.
For a moment, he was distracted by the crunch of the apple. Shaking his head again, he took a deep breath, then looked up at them, perched on their branch. "What do you give a fuck about?" Despite the curse word, his tone was entirely respectful.
However, there was a great deal of curiosity in the Launceleyn's question. There was also something deeper than that, something more fundamental. He stared at Frey, trying to see past, to think past, the sexual aura the deity exuded, to see them.
For a moment, he was distracted by the crunch of the apple. Shaking his head again, he took a deep breath, then looked up at them, perched on their branch. "What do you give a fuck about?" Despite the curse word, his tone was entirely respectful.
However, there was a great deal of curiosity in the Launceleyn's question. There was also something deeper than that, something more fundamental. He stared at Frey, trying to see past, to think past, the sexual aura the deity exuded, to see them.
loren
