LOREN
As the fire flared up, Loren raised his hands against the heat and the light that washed over him, burning and fierce. Thankfully, it soon subsided, and he immediately turned to check to see if anyone needed healing. His own wounds were already closing as a familiar sky blue light coursed over him.
It was only then that he saw the body, prone on the ground.
The face, blistered and burned.
Abasi, unmoving.
"No!" It was an unholy, unearthly shriek, torn from lips that had already lost too much. The summoner sprinted over and crashed to his knees. Immediately he pressed his hands to the undertaker's shoulders, glowing with healing magic that went nowhere. Loren was uncaring of the lingering heat, or the nauseating smell of cooked flesh, or his own lingering burns. "Wake up. Abasi, p-please wake up. I c-c-can't lose anyone..." Tears finally choked off his voice completely, made his vision blurry.
However, he stayed there, head bent over the other man's prone form. "Please. I'll do anything. Just...wake up. P-please. Please. Please c-come back to me. Please." The summoner found himself repeating the word over and over again. The pleading was a pitiful and broken thing.
But it was all he had left now, as he cradled the corpse of the man Loren had loved too, too briefly and far too incompletely.
It was only then that he saw the body, prone on the ground.
The face, blistered and burned.
Abasi, unmoving.
"No!" It was an unholy, unearthly shriek, torn from lips that had already lost too much. The summoner sprinted over and crashed to his knees. Immediately he pressed his hands to the undertaker's shoulders, glowing with healing magic that went nowhere. Loren was uncaring of the lingering heat, or the nauseating smell of cooked flesh, or his own lingering burns. "Wake up. Abasi, p-please wake up. I c-c-can't lose anyone..." Tears finally choked off his voice completely, made his vision blurry.
However, he stayed there, head bent over the other man's prone form. "Please. I'll do anything. Just...wake up. P-please. Please. Please c-come back to me. Please." The summoner found himself repeating the word over and over again. The pleading was a pitiful and broken thing.
But it was all he had left now, as he cradled the corpse of the man Loren had loved too, too briefly and far too incompletely.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
