there's a fire starting in my heart
reaching a fever pitch
The offer to support each other brought a smile to the Launceleyn’s face. He wasn’t used to having help, as evidenced by his annoying tendency to try and do everything on his own. It usually just meant he ended up doing everything poorly. ”I’d like that.” Clasping his hands behind his back—whenever he was just standing around he had a weird tendency to slip into martial postures, which looked stiff to others but felt natural to him—he tilted his head. ”Any idea what you want to do?” Loren didn’t, not really, but maybe Abasi had a better idea.For some wonderful reason, the other man actually did want to stay at the Manor. The summoner’s grin far eclipsed Abasi’s small smile. ”Well, I am very happy to hear that.” It had never really felt like a home, not to Loren. But maybe that could change. While he wasn’t so naive to think that he could actually make a life with the other man (it was too new, too fragile, too uncertain), the Launceleyn was at least willing to make a go of it. And it seemed Abasi was as well.
Luckily for the other man, the summoner wasn’t going to argue it. ”Fine by me.” Granted, he was pretty sure Abasi didn’t know how to cook, clean, look after children, or make repairs, but they could find other ways for him to contribute. Of course, from Loren’s perspective, just having the other man around would be contribution enough; the Manor was far too large and far too lonely for one person. Unfortunately, despite the Launceleyn’s best efforts to fill it, only Abasi had really been around.
and it's bringing me out the dark
LOREN
