Love mends even the broken parts
Apparently Remi didn’t like it when Loren leaned forward. Time to see how far he could push that: he took a step forward, either into the other man’s personal space or forcing him backwards. The Launceleyn didn’t care about the cold or the snow out there. It couldn’t compare to how he felt inside. ”Well you did hurt me. And the fact that you didn’t even give it any thought makes it worse, not better.” As for the thoughts the alchemist apparently had given to the request, well, the summoner had his own thoughts about those. ”You ask all your friends to kiss you?” As Remi kept talking, Loren just smirked. ”You’re right, it doesn’t.” The alchemist had a revelation about his behavior and his life, apparently.
But so had the Launceleyn.
The smirk turned into a cold grin as the other man complained about the summoner’s reaction to a supposedly private conversations. It wasn't his fault Phoebe had made it public. ”You’re allowed to talk to your friends about whatever you want. Because they’re your friends." Remi's friends, not Loren's: the alchemist had taken that away from the Launceleyn as well. "And in turn I’m allowed to say whatever I want when I find out about the discussions you have with them.” Seemed like a fair trade to Loren. Everybody got to say exactly what they wanted.
That's how it was supposed to be; he tilted his head and gave Remi a look of feigned confusion. ”Besides, isn’t that what you wanted from me? Honesty? Complete honesty about my thoughts and feelings?” The mask dropped away, leaving a blank expression in its place. ”Unless that was a lie.” Of course the Launceleyn was twisting the alchemist’s words around. Better words than an already broken heart, though, like Remi had done to the summoner.
As he took the three amulets, Loren twirled them two of them around a finger as the other man continued to unload his complaints. Without even bothering to look down, the Launceleyn called upon a Spark Bird and shoved it into the third amulet, which he had grasped in his other hand. ”Fine. I assaulted her then, by saying some harsh truths and having my dragon roar at her.” Then he tilted his head in the other direction from before. ”But did she tell you that her dragon roared at me first? And hers shot lightning at me, mine didn't do that! It almost blew my head off." He placed a hand on his heart in mock horror, before dropping it and sneering at Remi. "Guess that means she assaulted me too. You gonna admonish her for that? Or just me, because I hurt her feelings. Well, she hurt my feelings too, and she hurt mine before I hurt hers.” The Launceleyn would be willing to bet everything he owned that Phoebe failed to mention any of that, along with a whole lot of other parts.
But so had the Launceleyn.
The smirk turned into a cold grin as the other man complained about the summoner’s reaction to a supposedly private conversations. It wasn't his fault Phoebe had made it public. ”You’re allowed to talk to your friends about whatever you want. Because they’re your friends." Remi's friends, not Loren's: the alchemist had taken that away from the Launceleyn as well. "And in turn I’m allowed to say whatever I want when I find out about the discussions you have with them.” Seemed like a fair trade to Loren. Everybody got to say exactly what they wanted.
That's how it was supposed to be; he tilted his head and gave Remi a look of feigned confusion. ”Besides, isn’t that what you wanted from me? Honesty? Complete honesty about my thoughts and feelings?” The mask dropped away, leaving a blank expression in its place. ”Unless that was a lie.” Of course the Launceleyn was twisting the alchemist’s words around. Better words than an already broken heart, though, like Remi had done to the summoner.
As he took the three amulets, Loren twirled them two of them around a finger as the other man continued to unload his complaints. Without even bothering to look down, the Launceleyn called upon a Spark Bird and shoved it into the third amulet, which he had grasped in his other hand. ”Fine. I assaulted her then, by saying some harsh truths and having my dragon roar at her.” Then he tilted his head in the other direction from before. ”But did she tell you that her dragon roared at me first? And hers shot lightning at me, mine didn't do that! It almost blew my head off." He placed a hand on his heart in mock horror, before dropping it and sneering at Remi. "Guess that means she assaulted me too. You gonna admonish her for that? Or just me, because I hurt her feelings. Well, she hurt my feelings too, and she hurt mine before I hurt hers.” The Launceleyn would be willing to bet everything he owned that Phoebe failed to mention any of that, along with a whole lot of other parts.
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