LOREN
Smirking, Loren nodded in acknowledgement. "Wear something pretty." Winking, he let his gaze sweep over Harper before the healer faced front again. "Not that you need it." There was something openly admiring about his tone.
As another set of squirrels popped up in the hedge in front of them, he picked up two rocks with his telekinesis and chucked them at the rodents, which ducked. Growling in annoyance, he took another corner, the hedges growing even closer together.
That meant he occasionally brushed against the other man's side, not that the Launceleyn minded. "Oh so you think I'm handsome?" Chuckling, he ducked under a branch. There was something almost hungry in his laughter. Letting out an appreciative whistle at Harper's aim. "But we're having so much fun."
Then the healer grinned. There was something decidedly wolfish about the expression. "We could always have more fun though." The implication was clear. However, the other man had made his feelings on that clear, so the Launceleyn just continued leading them deeper into the Labyrinth. They were close to the center now, and he let out a hiss as a thorn throw by a squirrel stung his hand.
As another set of squirrels popped up in the hedge in front of them, he picked up two rocks with his telekinesis and chucked them at the rodents, which ducked. Growling in annoyance, he took another corner, the hedges growing even closer together.
That meant he occasionally brushed against the other man's side, not that the Launceleyn minded. "Oh so you think I'm handsome?" Chuckling, he ducked under a branch. There was something almost hungry in his laughter. Letting out an appreciative whistle at Harper's aim. "But we're having so much fun."
Then the healer grinned. There was something decidedly wolfish about the expression. "We could always have more fun though." The implication was clear. However, the other man had made his feelings on that clear, so the Launceleyn just continued leading them deeper into the Labyrinth. They were close to the center now, and he let out a hiss as a thorn throw by a squirrel stung his hand.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
