They say blood makes you related but
loyalty makes you family
After explaining all that to Deimos, the man still seemed wary, despite the way he’d nodded. If Loren hadn’t been so exhausted, emotionally and physically, he would’ve rolled his eyes. As it stood, the summoner just wanted the other man to lose his watchful edge. So, though the Launceleyn hated showing this part of himself, he decided to give the tall man a tangible demonstration of just how little he should fear the librarian. Rolling his sleeves up to his elbows, he exposed the scar tissue that started just above his wrists. “Again, if it’s Remi, I am leaving him alone. If it’s Zariah, well, some of these are from her.” Actually, he didn’t know if that was strictly true, but it was true in a larger sense: she’d been one of the many who’d wounded him with magic, contributing the horrifying tapestry on his pale skin. The rest were the rest of his kin.
Lowering his sleeves with a jerk, he hugged himself briefly, trying to banish the memory of all the torture he’d suffered at his family’s hands. It was hard to do so with the puddles; although none of were showing him visions of his past or his relatives at the moment, the fact that they had made him wary of them. Zuriel finally managed to break the spell the waters had on the librarian, when the unicorn made such a cute sound of disappointment and then wandered off to explore. He gave her a fond smile as she left, but it quickly slipped away.
The question was an interesting one, and not particularly easy to answer. Loren narrowed his eyes and studied Deimos as the Launceleyn considered how best to answer. “It depends on what tools, or rather weapons, you have, I suppose. Do you have any magic of your own?” If the other man did, it would simplify the explanation quite a bit. If not, however, there were still tips Loren could give the taller man.
The summoner hesitated, not sure how much he should, or was willing to admit. “Memories, yes.” Then Loren sighed, and ran a hand through his hair. There didn't seem much point in holding back, since it wasn't like he needed to keep the mysteries of his family a secret any longer. “But also, well, what might have been? Figures from my past? So dreams and nightmares maybe.” It was just a guess, and an incomplete one at that, but the days when he practiced rigorous guesswork were over, and besides, some magic was beyond explanation.
Lowering his sleeves with a jerk, he hugged himself briefly, trying to banish the memory of all the torture he’d suffered at his family’s hands. It was hard to do so with the puddles; although none of were showing him visions of his past or his relatives at the moment, the fact that they had made him wary of them. Zuriel finally managed to break the spell the waters had on the librarian, when the unicorn made such a cute sound of disappointment and then wandered off to explore. He gave her a fond smile as she left, but it quickly slipped away.
The question was an interesting one, and not particularly easy to answer. Loren narrowed his eyes and studied Deimos as the Launceleyn considered how best to answer. “It depends on what tools, or rather weapons, you have, I suppose. Do you have any magic of your own?” If the other man did, it would simplify the explanation quite a bit. If not, however, there were still tips Loren could give the taller man.
The summoner hesitated, not sure how much he should, or was willing to admit. “Memories, yes.” Then Loren sighed, and ran a hand through his hair. There didn't seem much point in holding back, since it wasn't like he needed to keep the mysteries of his family a secret any longer. “But also, well, what might have been? Figures from my past? So dreams and nightmares maybe.” It was just a guess, and an incomplete one at that, but the days when he practiced rigorous guesswork were over, and besides, some magic was beyond explanation.
LOREN
