Love mends even the broken parts
Loren just gave the other man a blank stare. ”Turn your head and cough.” It came out in a deadpan, but if the stranger looked closely, he might catch a glimmer of amusement in the Launceleyn’s eyes. Then again, it might’ve just been a trick of the light. The sensuality of the other man crashed against the impassive summoner like a wave against a cliff. And like a cliff by the sea, while it might be possible to wear Loren down eventually, it would take ages. Or a being to whom time was an irrelevant concept. Which is why, instead of taking the stranger up on the incredibly obvious invitation, the Launceleyn simply laid a hand almost gently on the other man’s shoulder and sent a pulse of untargeted healing magic coursing through the stranger's body, though the summoner made sure to send extra to the dark-haired man’s lungs.
And if the hand lingered for a few seconds too long, well, Loren wanted to make sure he did a thorough job. Wasn’t anything to do with the loneliness winding around his soul and how he felt a little flattered at the attention. Still, he let his hand drop back to his side fairly quickly. ”There. Should be all set.” It was still surprising to him that his healing magic was as strong as it was, but he couldn’t deny that it came in handy.
”So you’re a snatcher, then?” The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them. Still, it wouldn’t surprise the summoner to know that the other man had sticky fingers; the stranger looked more like a vagrant than anything else, but Loren could easily picture the dark-haired man taking something that was just left lying around. That image was only reinforced when the stranger lied about his identity. However, that didn’t mean the Launceleyn had to. ”Loren Launceleyn.” He didn’t bother holding his hand out to shake, given that the other man had wasn’t telling the truth about who he was.
And if the hand lingered for a few seconds too long, well, Loren wanted to make sure he did a thorough job. Wasn’t anything to do with the loneliness winding around his soul and how he felt a little flattered at the attention. Still, he let his hand drop back to his side fairly quickly. ”There. Should be all set.” It was still surprising to him that his healing magic was as strong as it was, but he couldn’t deny that it came in handy.
”So you’re a snatcher, then?” The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them. Still, it wouldn’t surprise the summoner to know that the other man had sticky fingers; the stranger looked more like a vagrant than anything else, but Loren could easily picture the dark-haired man taking something that was just left lying around. That image was only reinforced when the stranger lied about his identity. However, that didn’t mean the Launceleyn had to. ”Loren Launceleyn.” He didn’t bother holding his hand out to shake, given that the other man had wasn’t telling the truth about who he was.
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