LOREN
Yeah, no, there was no way Phoebe was going to be able to put a positive spin on this one. Not with Loren, at least. ”And one person’s stubbornness and recklessness has a tendency to hurt people.” It should be pretty obvious both that he was talking about himself and that he didn’t want sympathy, comfort, or any empty words from her.
As she flushed herself and started stammering, he found himself turning an even more furious shade of crimson. This was probably the most awkward he’d felt in a while, and he’d told Remi that the Launceleyn had loved him after getting chucked into a pit by the Fae, then in a separate instance the alchemist had tried to kiss the summoner, so, yeah, Loren knew a little bit about awkward. As she finally got herself under control, he somehow found his own voice again. ”Understood. And noted. And I’d be happy to forget this conversation ever happened if you’re willing to give me a pass on my own awkwardness.” His voice came out stiffly. While he would admit Phoebe was attractive, he wasn’t attracted to her, both because he wasn’t really in a place where he could handle that, and because she was, well, best friends with his ex-lover whom the Launceleyn was now avoiding like the plague.
So yeah, complicated and that way there be dragons. Never gonna happen. Totally off-limits.
Again, Remi came up, and the summoner hesitated upon hearing the alchemist’s name. Still, it was getting easier, especially after their earlier conversational stumble over the not wanting to sleep with one another by accident under the influence of the sex god, nonconsensual clause be damned. So much for forgetting. ”I think you mentioned those last time. What are they?” There, biology, a much safer topic so long as they stayed far away from reproductive and sexual organs.
As she flushed herself and started stammering, he found himself turning an even more furious shade of crimson. This was probably the most awkward he’d felt in a while, and he’d told Remi that the Launceleyn had loved him after getting chucked into a pit by the Fae, then in a separate instance the alchemist had tried to kiss the summoner, so, yeah, Loren knew a little bit about awkward. As she finally got herself under control, he somehow found his own voice again. ”Understood. And noted. And I’d be happy to forget this conversation ever happened if you’re willing to give me a pass on my own awkwardness.” His voice came out stiffly. While he would admit Phoebe was attractive, he wasn’t attracted to her, both because he wasn’t really in a place where he could handle that, and because she was, well, best friends with his ex-lover whom the Launceleyn was now avoiding like the plague.
So yeah, complicated and that way there be dragons. Never gonna happen. Totally off-limits.
Again, Remi came up, and the summoner hesitated upon hearing the alchemist’s name. Still, it was getting easier, especially after their earlier conversational stumble over the not wanting to sleep with one another by accident under the influence of the sex god, nonconsensual clause be damned. So much for forgetting. ”I think you mentioned those last time. What are they?” There, biology, a much safer topic so long as they stayed far away from reproductive and sexual organs.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
