there's a fire starting in my heart
reaching a fever pitch
They were both feeling pretty good about what they might get up to once they finally got rid of all this mud, it seemed. Abasi’s decision to not revealing his bout of blight to other was his choice, so Loren just nodded. It was probably best to leave the blight behind, at least in how it had caused individuals to act out; the damage it had done in other ways still needed to be dealt with. Regardless, he smiled at the other man in approval.”That’s wonderful. I’m excited to see how it progresses.” Although the summoner was assuming he’d be around to see how Abasi’s magic developed, the Launceleyn felt that was a pretty safe assumption. Then again, magic was weird, as his own new abilities with water demonstrated. The liquid was cold and Loren frowned, instinctively warming it up. It worked, surprisingly enough.
At the other man’s question, though, the summoner grinned. ”Very new. As in, just discovered it. Lucky me I guess?” Very useful, though: as Abasi stepped back, the Launceleyn took a deep breath, then reached down to the pool of magic contained within himself. It had grown, obviously, and he grasped at the thick strands of his new power. Then he shoved it out into the bathroom.
Turned out, he put a little too much energy behind the spell. Water practically exploded out of him; while it was warm and chased every last bit of the mud from the area, it soaked him and maybe the other man as well, assuming he didn’t move out of the way in time. Loren, at least, was dripping, and his clothes clung to him. ”Uhhhhh...sorry. Guess I need to work on my control.” He sought Abasi a sheepish grin and ran a hand through the summoner's now mud free hair. ”Or maybe I was just really excited about that bath.” Two things could be true at once.
and it's bringing me out the dark
LOREN
