Love mends even the broken parts
Remi seemed to think that unless and until Loren stopped beating himself up for being anything less than perfect, he’d never be able to find happiness. Well, maybe that was true. And he could definitely start there. ”I will try.” However, he didn’t know if he’d succeed. After all, he’d never really succeeded in getting rid of the ghosts of his past; they haunted him more and more every day.
Well. The feather was very pretty. However, it was also apparently very much on fire: as soon as it touched down near the grasses the alchemist had created, flames shot towards them. The other man wouldn’t have to pull the Launceleyn that hard. He stumbled to his feet, willingly allowing Remi to grab him and pull him away from the blaze. However, they’d been right next to the door. The wooden door. ”The Manor!” None of Loren’s skills or magic would be able to put out this blaze. But if the mansion caught fire, people might die, and he found himself gripped with terror.
Well. The feather was very pretty. However, it was also apparently very much on fire: as soon as it touched down near the grasses the alchemist had created, flames shot towards them. The other man wouldn’t have to pull the Launceleyn that hard. He stumbled to his feet, willingly allowing Remi to grab him and pull him away from the blaze. However, they’d been right next to the door. The wooden door. ”The Manor!” None of Loren’s skills or magic would be able to put out this blaze. But if the mansion caught fire, people might die, and he found himself gripped with terror.
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