The white sheep of the family
Loren also studiously ignored Remi’s small movements, the way feathers appeared in his hair when he was stressed, the feelings that the Launceleyn occasionally felt from the alchemist’s mind. The summoner didn’t know how to deal with them, so he just buried them as deeply as he once buried his own emotions. Instead, he just smiled faintly. ”I’m sure it will.”
The other man’s question caught Loren off guard. ”I don’t, necessarily. I just...there are people around who have the ability to manipulate my mind. Maybe without me even knowing. And...I hate the idea of that." He shivered, fingers of fear and revulsion tracing their way down his spine.
Taking a deep and steadying breath, he nodded at Remi's request. Then the Launceleyn reached out to steady the glass that suddenly appeared, trusting the alchemist to know what he was doing.
The other man’s question caught Loren off guard. ”I don’t, necessarily. I just...there are people around who have the ability to manipulate my mind. Maybe without me even knowing. And...I hate the idea of that." He shivered, fingers of fear and revulsion tracing their way down his spine.
Taking a deep and steadying breath, he nodded at Remi's request. Then the Launceleyn reached out to steady the glass that suddenly appeared, trusting the alchemist to know what he was doing.
Will blood tell
