Love mends even the broken parts
Sighing, Loren ran a hand through his hair before giving Deimos a determined look. ”We will.” The summoner crossed his arms, before the corners of his lips quirked up. ”She told me my days were numbered. Which means she’s going to try and kill me at some point or another.” Lifting his chin, he grinned at the General. ”Key word being try. I’ll be ready for her.” The grin broadened. ”We’ll be ready.”
Then the grin became toothy as the Launceleyn turned into a honey badger. Thank you. Besides the gratitude, there was a great deal of honest joy, a sort of revelry in his new form. Frey. Who gave you your shifts? The grin slipped away as he tilted his head, giving the other man a curious look.
Then the grin became toothy as the Launceleyn turned into a honey badger. Thank you. Besides the gratitude, there was a great deal of honest joy, a sort of revelry in his new form. Frey. Who gave you your shifts? The grin slipped away as he tilted his head, giving the other man a curious look.
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