LOREN
Remi told me about what happened between you two.
Loren felt his heartbeat pound in his ears.
He blinked once. Twice.
And then, for the first time in this conversation, an expression stole across his face and color rushed to his cheeks. But it wasn’t sadness, or exhaustion, or even bleak despair. No, it was rage, an anger that he’d rarely felt in his life and crashed over him like a wave. As it filled him, he drew himself to his full height and his hands clenched into fists.
He was furious, the type of fury that made his magic dance and his eyes flicker with a dark light. And this time, he felt completely justified in feeling this way.
That’s right, Loren had been kind to her. And this is how she repaid that kindness: by speaking to the last person in the world the summoner wanted to hear about in that moment about the last thing the Launceleyn wanted to hear about. The healer might’ve thought she was being nice in that moment, by bringing up Loren’s trauma. But all she’d succeeded in doing was enraging him.
As always, though, his anger felt like ice water in his veins. And his voice when he spoke was more frigid than the Deepfrost air that sank into the garden they stood in. ”So what, you two gossiped about it? Talked about me behind my back? Had a good laugh at my expense?” Astra, hearing that tone, tensed, then pawed at the ground and bleated anxiously, lowering her antlers as if to figure out what had put him in such a mood. However, even that wasn’t enough to pull him back from the brink. Not this time. Fucking enough already.
Loren felt his heartbeat pound in his ears.
He blinked once. Twice.
And then, for the first time in this conversation, an expression stole across his face and color rushed to his cheeks. But it wasn’t sadness, or exhaustion, or even bleak despair. No, it was rage, an anger that he’d rarely felt in his life and crashed over him like a wave. As it filled him, he drew himself to his full height and his hands clenched into fists.
He was furious, the type of fury that made his magic dance and his eyes flicker with a dark light. And this time, he felt completely justified in feeling this way.
That’s right, Loren had been kind to her. And this is how she repaid that kindness: by speaking to the last person in the world the summoner wanted to hear about in that moment about the last thing the Launceleyn wanted to hear about. The healer might’ve thought she was being nice in that moment, by bringing up Loren’s trauma. But all she’d succeeded in doing was enraging him.
As always, though, his anger felt like ice water in his veins. And his voice when he spoke was more frigid than the Deepfrost air that sank into the garden they stood in. ”So what, you two gossiped about it? Talked about me behind my back? Had a good laugh at my expense?” Astra, hearing that tone, tensed, then pawed at the ground and bleated anxiously, lowering her antlers as if to figure out what had put him in such a mood. However, even that wasn’t enough to pull him back from the brink. Not this time. Fucking enough already.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
