there's a fire starting in my heart
reaching a fever pitch
At Abasi’s question Loren’s easy smile faltered. Sighing, the summoner flopped onto his back, releasing the other man. The Launceleyn steepled his fingers and rested his arms across his chest, remaining quiet for a long moment. ”That I’m reckless. That I’m unreliable, and abandon people when they need me most. That I’m a terrible friend. That I don’t think of others, or of how my words and actions might impact them. That I have anger issues. That I try to force people to do the right thing instead of letting them make mistakes. That I poke my nose where I’m not welcome. That I’m a terrible communicator. That I have a pathological need to be a hero and to solve everyone’s issues for them. That I don’t ask for permission or listen to others when I should.”Turning his head, he gave Abasi a sad smile. ”It’s all true, at least in part. So...if that changes anything, I understand.” Then Loren bit his lip and looked away, unwilling to see the other man’s reaction.
It was impossible to regain the glow from earlier, though the smile and the kiss on the summoner’s palm helped. ”Equals, then.” Still, it was clear from his tone that doubt had crept in. Glancing at Abasi, the Launceleyn sighed, then sat up. Raising his free hand, a small wave of water gently wiped the cum from both of their chests. Then Loren gave a slightly uncertain smile as he dumped the water into the basin.
and it's bringing me out the dark
LOREN
