They say blood makes you related but
loyalty makes you family
Loren bit his lip at Rexanna’s comment and then her question. While he knew what the right thing to say was—and what would get him the information, obviously—he didn't want to make any promises he couldn’t keep. Without knowing how bad it was, he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to keep it private. ”I don’t know.” Maybe being honest wasn’t the right course of action, but hopefully the blue-eyed woman would understand. Some secrets weren’t meant to be kept as evidenced by the fact that the Ascended kept blabbing them to whoever crossed their paths. Not if they brought harm to others.
Of all people, he knew how much keeping secrets could hurt.
Presumably the rest was their eventual wedding: the Launceleyn nodded in understanding, feeling a bit guilty that Rexanna had told him the whole history of her relationships (or at least a large chunk of it), both ex-husband, current husband, and all the partners and orgies in between, while he’d said nothing. Plus, she’d mentioned her shiny new upgrade and he hadn’t told her about the strange developments in his magic. Well, better late than never. Perhaps she’d understand that he was just trying to be reciprocal.
Magic was easier. ”I forgot to mention this earlier but...I also need to test a new power.” He gave her a guilty and worried look. ”One of my Spark Birds left behind a feather.” A feather that was now safely secured in a pouch that never left his sight and was currently on his belt; the feather burned everything it touched, so he shouldn’t need to explain to an Ascended how terrifying that was. ”And...uh...while we’re on the ah subject of relationships…” He bit his lip as he felt a blush that was equal parts embarrassed and ashamed creeping over his cheeks. ”I’ve only slept with one person, technically. One time. Unless you count Frey.” It was always hard to know with the god. After two encounters, even Loren knew that.
Of all people, he knew how much keeping secrets could hurt.
Presumably the rest was their eventual wedding: the Launceleyn nodded in understanding, feeling a bit guilty that Rexanna had told him the whole history of her relationships (or at least a large chunk of it), both ex-husband, current husband, and all the partners and orgies in between, while he’d said nothing. Plus, she’d mentioned her shiny new upgrade and he hadn’t told her about the strange developments in his magic. Well, better late than never. Perhaps she’d understand that he was just trying to be reciprocal.
Magic was easier. ”I forgot to mention this earlier but...I also need to test a new power.” He gave her a guilty and worried look. ”One of my Spark Birds left behind a feather.” A feather that was now safely secured in a pouch that never left his sight and was currently on his belt; the feather burned everything it touched, so he shouldn’t need to explain to an Ascended how terrifying that was. ”And...uh...while we’re on the ah subject of relationships…” He bit his lip as he felt a blush that was equal parts embarrassed and ashamed creeping over his cheeks. ”I’ve only slept with one person, technically. One time. Unless you count Frey.” It was always hard to know with the god. After two encounters, even Loren knew that.
LOREN
