LOREN
Loren scoffed at Oliver. ”I hate to break it to you, but if you think that was aggressive, you’ve got another thing coming.” Unsurprisingly, the summoner’s voice was unimpressed with the other man’s angry words.
Shifted into a honey badger, the Launceleyn found himself growing almost eerily still. Oh, he still moved, but it was with precise and stilted movements. He dipped his paw into the paints, mostly reds and oranges, and pressed his paws against the canvas.
He stayed quiet through the Oliver’s tirade. It was only when the other man finished that the summoner finally responded. It started with a snarl. I have housed you, fed you, and helped you acclimate to Caido. Loren’s rage coursed through his veins and his mind in an icy wave. But your happiness and sense of self-worth is not my responsibility. It's yours. If you want to be more helpful, if you feel like that would make you feel better, then go out and learn the skills you think will be helpful. Build your own manor. Learn how to heal without magic if you don’t develop that magic. Nothing’s stopping you.
Stalking forward, he left colored prints on the tarp. That’s the thing. You could be as useful as me, if you applied yourself. I didn’t start this way. It took time, and effort, and a lot of pain. So if you want that, if that's what you really wish, stop talking to me about how hard it is, and get to work. He turned and went back to the paints.
The chill in the Launceleyn’s mind intensified. I didn’t ask for your help. So don’t get mad at me for refusing it. He dipped a hand into the blue, and sent a splattering of his over the canvas, deliberately marring the warm colors on display.
Shifted into a honey badger, the Launceleyn found himself growing almost eerily still. Oh, he still moved, but it was with precise and stilted movements. He dipped his paw into the paints, mostly reds and oranges, and pressed his paws against the canvas.
He stayed quiet through the Oliver’s tirade. It was only when the other man finished that the summoner finally responded. It started with a snarl. I have housed you, fed you, and helped you acclimate to Caido. Loren’s rage coursed through his veins and his mind in an icy wave. But your happiness and sense of self-worth is not my responsibility. It's yours. If you want to be more helpful, if you feel like that would make you feel better, then go out and learn the skills you think will be helpful. Build your own manor. Learn how to heal without magic if you don’t develop that magic. Nothing’s stopping you.
Stalking forward, he left colored prints on the tarp. That’s the thing. You could be as useful as me, if you applied yourself. I didn’t start this way. It took time, and effort, and a lot of pain. So if you want that, if that's what you really wish, stop talking to me about how hard it is, and get to work. He turned and went back to the paints.
The chill in the Launceleyn’s mind intensified. I didn’t ask for your help. So don’t get mad at me for refusing it. He dipped a hand into the blue, and sent a splattering of his over the canvas, deliberately marring the warm colors on display.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
