The white sheep of the family
At Harper’s embarrassed (or whatever) response, Loren shrugged. ”Suit yourself. But I cook in bulk for the whole household, so if you change your mind there’s always food in the kitchen.”
When the other man agreed to healing, the summoner raised a hand. "I'll have to touch you." It was more warning than anything else, and strictly speaking it wasn't true, but unless Harper moved away, the Launceleyn would rest a hand on the other man's shoulder. Then Loren would chase away any cuts, bruises, tears or breaks that lingered from Fiat Lux.
But he'd leave Harper's scars untouched.
Dropping the hand, the summoner turned to head towards the stairs that led up to the bedrooms. Thankfully, his back was to the other man, so Harper couldn't see the way that Loren's eyes grew distant. The other man might've seen the Launceleyn's shoulders tense, though, but it was nearly imperceptible. "No." The admission was quiet, tone dull.
When the other man agreed to healing, the summoner raised a hand. "I'll have to touch you." It was more warning than anything else, and strictly speaking it wasn't true, but unless Harper moved away, the Launceleyn would rest a hand on the other man's shoulder. Then Loren would chase away any cuts, bruises, tears or breaks that lingered from Fiat Lux.
But he'd leave Harper's scars untouched.
Dropping the hand, the summoner turned to head towards the stairs that led up to the bedrooms. Thankfully, his back was to the other man, so Harper couldn't see the way that Loren's eyes grew distant. The other man might've seen the Launceleyn's shoulders tense, though, but it was nearly imperceptible. "No." The admission was quiet, tone dull.
Will blood tell
