there's a fire starting in my heart
reaching a fever pitch
Immediately, Loren snorted and shook his head. ”No, Zariah still hates my guts, and all we do is argue. Plus, she disowned me and threatened to kill me.” His voice came without a hint of doubt. ”Still, perhaps it’s better to say that we tolerate each other.” There was a great deal of regret and sorrow in his words, and he glanced away from Abasi, taking a sip of wine to wash down his sadness.However, the conversation about them was definitely enough to lift the summoner’s depressed mood. Letting out a huff of laughter, he placed his hand on the undertaker’s knee. ”That sounds pretty nice to me. I didn’t really have a childhood, so I hope you won’t blame me for trying to recapture that joy now.” Then one of the other man’s words fully sank in and the Launceleyn grinned brilliantly. ”Lovesick, huh?” He couldn’t keep the amusement and happiness from his face or his voice.
As Abasi when on to talk about how others used to see him, Loren’s glee faded, though echoes of it lingered in his eyes. When the undertaker finally finished, the summoner squeezed the other man’s knee gently. ”Then those scholars didn’t really know you at all,” the Launceleyn said firmly. ”As for regret, would you have changed your actions?” He took a bite of the sandwich as he waited for Abasi’s response.
The question caught Loren off guard. His eyes widened, but he made sure to chew and swallow before he answered. ”I’m not really, I suppose. I mostly let new Outlanders stay there while they get their feet under them. I personally don't have a strong attachment to it.” Tilting his head, he stared at the undertaker with curious eyes. ”Why do you ask?” Aside from curiosity, there was no small amount of confusion in the summoner’s voice.
and it's bringing me out the dark
LOREN
