there's a fire starting in my heart
reaching a fever pitch
At Abasi’s comment, Loren laughed, a full laugh, the sound bright. ”She can try.” He gave the undertaker a fierce grin. It shifted into a much softer expression. ”Maybe we can both teach each other to live a bit more in the present. Childhood might be beyond us, though.” The summoner’s tone was gently hopeful.”Well, I’ve found the best way to deal with regret is to avoid the behaviors that are making you feel guilty in the future.” Hand still resting on the other man’s knee, he gave it another gentle squeeze. ”And I like the changes. Plus, I hope you don’t mind me saying that I’m glad you made your way here.” Voice still soft, his smile gained a bit of a tentative edge.
Loren stared at Abasi, the summoner’s expression confused for a long moment. When understanding finally dawned he blinked. Once. Twice. A third time. ”You w-want to, to build a, a house together?” His response was stammered and his eyes were wide. Falling silent, he simply stared at the undertaker for a long moment.
Then the Launceleyn flushed a furious crimson. ”I uh, guess I just, never ah, never thought about it. And it's, it's, it's very ah, very...sudden.” Voice half-choked, and incredibly awkward, he lifted his hand from the other man’s knee, and it flailed in the air for a moment. Loren forced himself to take a deep breath. Another. Another, and another, until he was calm.
Then a grin broke out on his face. ”Yes. I think...I think I would like that.” He swallowed, and placed his hands in his lap. ”I would like to still maintain the Manor if that’s alright, if only so others have a place to stay. But...yes. A place for just the two of us.” Strangely, he found tears spring to his eyes, though they didn’t fall. He leaned forward for another kiss.
and it's bringing me out the dark
LOREN
