Love mends even the broken parts
Loren’s sense of humor was practically non-existent these days—not that he’d ever really had one—so once again, the other man’s jokes didn’t get a laugh or even a smile. If the Ascended were dumb enough to squander the summoner’s magic, again, there wasn’t anything he could do about that. Indeed, Remi had made it quite clear how little control the Launceleyn had over any of this. That was especially true since Wessex was in charge, a fact that didn’t necessarily sit well with him. He didn’t want to rule. However, they’d butted heads enough times that he knew he couldn’t be comfortable with her judgment.
As the alchemist went on to lean on the counter (which garnered no reaction from the summoner) and then to list all the powers at his disposal, Loren sighed, but nodded. There was plenty there to protect the other man, even the Launceleyn could admit that much. ”Alright.” This time, instead of jealousy, he just felt the exhaustion that seemed to overtake Remi as well.
As the alchemist went on to lean on the counter (which garnered no reaction from the summoner) and then to list all the powers at his disposal, Loren sighed, but nodded. There was plenty there to protect the other man, even the Launceleyn could admit that much. ”Alright.” This time, instead of jealousy, he just felt the exhaustion that seemed to overtake Remi as well.
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