The white sheep of the family
Laughter wasn’t exactly words. And it told Loren nothing except that Remi clearly didn’t want to talk about whatever was on the other man’s mind. ”Please talk to me? Honesty, remember.” It would be hypocritical of the alchemist to demand complete openness from the summoner without providing the same in turn. Then again, it wasn’t really like Loren was in any position to be making demands, or even requests.
He was, apparently, going to be allowed to heal Remi however. It would be a small blessing, and the Launceleyn kept his spell going until he was sure he’d chased away every lingering wound, every scar, every blemish and mark that he could. If the summoner couldn’t be what the other man needed, what he wanted, what he’d always dreamed Loren could be, at least he could still heal in this small way.
He was, apparently, going to be allowed to heal Remi however. It would be a small blessing, and the Launceleyn kept his spell going until he was sure he’d chased away every lingering wound, every scar, every blemish and mark that he could. If the summoner couldn’t be what the other man needed, what he wanted, what he’d always dreamed Loren could be, at least he could still heal in this small way.
Will blood tell
