Love mends even the broken parts
Even as the strength drained from his muscles and his body, even as his magic departed, even as the hand tightened into a fist in his hair, even as voices taunted him, even as the cuts appeared and blood ran down his skin, Loren refused to succumb. Though the urge to flee was nearly overwhelming and it was all he could do to keep himself upright, he kept his eyes trained on Frey’s.
They stayed there as his lips twisted into a grimace. From some deep reserve within him, he continued struggling against everything the god threw at him. "That the best you got?" His voice came out in the weakest of whispers, but he managed to speak.
He'd always been strong enough to get through everything the world sent his way. Eventually.
They stayed there as his lips twisted into a grimace. From some deep reserve within him, he continued struggling against everything the god threw at him. "That the best you got?" His voice came out in the weakest of whispers, but he managed to speak.
He'd always been strong enough to get through everything the world sent his way. Eventually.
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