Love mends even the broken parts
As Remi spoke, Loren could feel the anger, the cold, the darkness cresting. The scars hadn’t been the problem: the trauma that caused them had been. The cruelty was similarly just a symptom of the world and the people in it beating him down time and time again, before he’d finally decided to punch back. And the alchemist’s words and actions had cut the summoner deeply, made a mockery of his heart, and made it impossible for the two of them to just be friends. As hard as it had been for the other man, the Launceleyn had been devastated by everything, both before, during, and after his return.
The ice broke, and the jagged shards and edges sliced him deeply. Screwing his eyes shut, he turned and braced his hands on the door behind. He was shivering, from the freezing air of course, but also from the emotion cascading over him. Comepletely overcome, and knowing he couldn’t direct it at Remi, Loren growled, an inhuman sound, then pulled his hand back and punched the wood of the door hard enough to make his knuckles split, leaving a smear of blood on the door and droplets of crimson on the white snow below. As always, pain brought him clarity and focus. Opening his eyes, he stared at his cut and bruised fingers, knowing the other man would probably be hurt once more by the summoner’s actions. For just this moment, though, he wanted to be alone with his agony.
The ice broke, and the jagged shards and edges sliced him deeply. Screwing his eyes shut, he turned and braced his hands on the door behind. He was shivering, from the freezing air of course, but also from the emotion cascading over him. Comepletely overcome, and knowing he couldn’t direct it at Remi, Loren growled, an inhuman sound, then pulled his hand back and punched the wood of the door hard enough to make his knuckles split, leaving a smear of blood on the door and droplets of crimson on the white snow below. As always, pain brought him clarity and focus. Opening his eyes, he stared at his cut and bruised fingers, knowing the other man would probably be hurt once more by the summoner’s actions. For just this moment, though, he wanted to be alone with his agony.
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