LOREN
”To say thank you and to see how I was doing, yes you mentioned. Well, mission accomplished.” Rexanna had given her thanks and seen and heard for herself that Loren was not doing well. So there wasn’t any real need for her to stick around. However, she was still here, and she was still talking. ”Who, Rex? Though I guess a better question would be how.” She’d almost certainly say her, which was a nice sentiment. However, she’d been Remi’s friend first and the summoner had no doubt which of the two men she’d choose in the end.
Hint: no one ever chose the Launceleyn in these situations.
It seemed that he’d touched a nerve, perhaps with the pet name. He would've jumped up and down on it, but she wasn't worth the effort. ”You know what I realized recently? A few conversations can’t really make two people friends. Friendly, maybe, but not friends.” His voice came out almost idly, but he’d said pretty much the same to Phoebe, and meant it. The same held true for Rexanna: the blue-eyed woman and the blue-eyed man were not friends, not really, just people who might have been close had Loren’s life taken a different course.
Shame about how things turned out, then, though he thought he was doing just fine. Indeed, he was already suiting himself, so he didn’t stir from his position or say anything further. However, when she commented on how his relatives and houseguests were nowhere to be seen, Loren just smirked. ”It’s because I’m a dick” He hit the k sound hard, letting it click off his tongue. Her words, not his, and he didn’t mind admitting the truth. In fact, he was embracing a kind of radical honesty these days. It was liberating
As Rexanna approached, the summoner stayed where he was. Her bright smile—which exposed her fangs, a nice touch, that—was at odds with the way in which she invaded his personal space. If she was trying to intimidate him, it wouldn’t work. He’d stared into the eyes of far scarier monsters and even more horrific people than her, and the fury within him left no place for fear.
Besides, he had nothing left to lose but his life, and that had little value to him at the moment. ”Seems we’ve both got a deity in our corners. Unfortunately, my healing doesn’t seem to have worked quite as well as yours.” His cold eyes examined her expression after her last comment. ”What makes us human?” Because it seemed to him that between her husband and her friends and her growing family and her place in the community, she was far more human than the frozen soul that he’d become.
Hint: no one ever chose the Launceleyn in these situations.
It seemed that he’d touched a nerve, perhaps with the pet name. He would've jumped up and down on it, but she wasn't worth the effort. ”You know what I realized recently? A few conversations can’t really make two people friends. Friendly, maybe, but not friends.” His voice came out almost idly, but he’d said pretty much the same to Phoebe, and meant it. The same held true for Rexanna: the blue-eyed woman and the blue-eyed man were not friends, not really, just people who might have been close had Loren’s life taken a different course.
Shame about how things turned out, then, though he thought he was doing just fine. Indeed, he was already suiting himself, so he didn’t stir from his position or say anything further. However, when she commented on how his relatives and houseguests were nowhere to be seen, Loren just smirked. ”It’s because I’m a dick” He hit the k sound hard, letting it click off his tongue. Her words, not his, and he didn’t mind admitting the truth. In fact, he was embracing a kind of radical honesty these days. It was liberating
As Rexanna approached, the summoner stayed where he was. Her bright smile—which exposed her fangs, a nice touch, that—was at odds with the way in which she invaded his personal space. If she was trying to intimidate him, it wouldn’t work. He’d stared into the eyes of far scarier monsters and even more horrific people than her, and the fury within him left no place for fear.
Besides, he had nothing left to lose but his life, and that had little value to him at the moment. ”Seems we’ve both got a deity in our corners. Unfortunately, my healing doesn’t seem to have worked quite as well as yours.” His cold eyes examined her expression after her last comment. ”What makes us human?” Because it seemed to him that between her husband and her friends and her growing family and her place in the community, she was far more human than the frozen soul that he’d become.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
