there's light at the edge of the darkness
Wow. Wowwwwww. Phoebe pitied him. Wasn’t that cute and sweet and oh so misguided? Well, too bad. Despite how Loren might be acting, sympathy or empathy, or whatever it was she thought she was doing had no place here. Nor did her smile, which just made the frigid cold within him expand. Unfortunately for her, the summoner didn’t need help. Not anymore. ”And you have allowed your naivety and your so-called innocence blind you to the truth: no one wants you, or your help, or your love.” Maybe she should spend a little more time on herself instead of losing herself in others.
He leaned forward, dropping his voice to a chilling whisper. ”Let me let you in on a little secret, Phoebe. Men like women with a little bit of a spark in them, not simpering, doe-eyed, ‘I need someone else to feel complete’ types. They want partners, not people who are just going to drag them down and hold them back.” Leaning back now, he gave her a considering look, his eyes still cold and dark. ”Maybe that’s why Sunjata left you for Lusea, why they all leave you. Lusea, now, she’s a firebrand. You though?" Loren paused, letting his eyes sweep the healer head to toe and back up again. "You’re nothing.” Although the summoner had never met Sunjata’s revived love, from what the other man had said, the Launceleyn thought he was right on the money.
How he should feel was a good question. However, he didn’t think she’d much like the answer. Oh well. She shouldn’t have asked, then. ”Like I’m done wasting my time on people who can’t be bothered to do a little introspection. I’ve admitted to everything you’ve accused me of.” Once more, he grinned savagely. ”You though? You can’t even seem to admit that there’s a grain of truth in everything I’ve told you.” She’d just denied, and denied, and denied. It seemed to him that the biggest difference between the two of them was that he was done denying the truth, and was fully ready to embrace who and what he was and was meant to be. It was so much easier that way.
He leaned forward, dropping his voice to a chilling whisper. ”Let me let you in on a little secret, Phoebe. Men like women with a little bit of a spark in them, not simpering, doe-eyed, ‘I need someone else to feel complete’ types. They want partners, not people who are just going to drag them down and hold them back.” Leaning back now, he gave her a considering look, his eyes still cold and dark. ”Maybe that’s why Sunjata left you for Lusea, why they all leave you. Lusea, now, she’s a firebrand. You though?" Loren paused, letting his eyes sweep the healer head to toe and back up again. "You’re nothing.” Although the summoner had never met Sunjata’s revived love, from what the other man had said, the Launceleyn thought he was right on the money.
How he should feel was a good question. However, he didn’t think she’d much like the answer. Oh well. She shouldn’t have asked, then. ”Like I’m done wasting my time on people who can’t be bothered to do a little introspection. I’ve admitted to everything you’ve accused me of.” Once more, he grinned savagely. ”You though? You can’t even seem to admit that there’s a grain of truth in everything I’ve told you.” She’d just denied, and denied, and denied. It seemed to him that the biggest difference between the two of them was that he was done denying the truth, and was fully ready to embrace who and what he was and was meant to be. It was so much easier that way.
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