Love mends even the broken parts
”I don’t dance.” The words fell flatly from his lips. Oh sure, he’d been trained in all the proper steps—as a duke, he’d had to learn how to waltz with the best of them—but it wasn’t something he’d enjoyed. Granted, that might’ve had something to do with the fact that he didn’t want to touch other people for most of his life, and the fact that he wouldn’t exactly have enjoyed most of the partners he was forced to dance with. Arranged marriages and opposite sex and all that.
Apparently the stranger had not seen the luxere around, so the summoner just sighed and shuffled his pack so it rested more gently on his back. ”That’s alright. Guess I should keep looking for them then.” He decided to ignore the incredulous tone in the other man’s voice; the Launceleyn was hardly going to trust the instincts of the dark-haired man.
Apparently the stranger had not seen the luxere around, so the summoner just sighed and shuffled his pack so it rested more gently on his back. ”That’s alright. Guess I should keep looking for them then.” He decided to ignore the incredulous tone in the other man’s voice; the Launceleyn was hardly going to trust the instincts of the dark-haired man.
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