LOREN
Loren raised his eyebrows at Harper. "Well now I definitely want to see you drunk." Tone suggestive, the healer smirked. Then he shrugged. "Suit yourself." With that, he took a long pull from the flask.
Cocking his head to the side, he grinned a bit wickedly at the other man's comment. "If that's your only objection I'd be happy to arrange for a private show instead." The healer's voice practically dripped with heat.
Glancing around, he levitated a few stones from the ground using his telekinesis. They hovered in the air as his eyes swept the increasingly narrow hedges. "How's your aim?" The Launceleyn glanced over at Harper, giving the other man a considering look.
Cocking his head to the side, he grinned a bit wickedly at the other man's comment. "If that's your only objection I'd be happy to arrange for a private show instead." The healer's voice practically dripped with heat.
Glancing around, he levitated a few stones from the ground using his telekinesis. They hovered in the air as his eyes swept the increasingly narrow hedges. "How's your aim?" The Launceleyn glanced over at Harper, giving the other man a considering look.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
