The white sheep of the family
Loren let out a huff of laughter at Weaver's confidence, not at all put off by it. If anything, it caused his eyes to glitter with a bit more interest. "I"m not convinced. We might just have to test that theory." He smirked a bit.
Raising his eyebrows, his smirk turned into a grin. "Oh, so you think I'm handsome, then?" Taking a sip, he raised his eyebrows. "I've found ways to keep myself warm. But not with a Halovian." He winked. "That's not to say I would say no if a pretty one offered to show me the local customs."
Frowning as she explained more about mageglass, he found his finger tapping against his mug thoughtfully. ”I see.” Hesitating, he paused with his mouth open, as if he was about to add something else. Then he shrugged. ”I guess we’ll never know.”
As she rested her hand over his, he nodded gratefully. However, his gratitude didn't last. Letting out a bitter and humorless sound, he raised his mug mockingly. "He sure did, what with dying in a fire." Then he screwed his eyes shut and breathed out a sigh. "Sorry. You didn't know." Toasting for real, his lips twisted in a caricature of a smile. "May he rest peacefully in Mort's realm."
Shaking his head a little, he tossed the rest of his drink back. "Has loss been a part of your life?" The playfulness and flirtation was gone, leaving the dull shell that he tried to fill with booze and pain and other people with varying degrees of success.
Raising his eyebrows, his smirk turned into a grin. "Oh, so you think I'm handsome, then?" Taking a sip, he raised his eyebrows. "I've found ways to keep myself warm. But not with a Halovian." He winked. "That's not to say I would say no if a pretty one offered to show me the local customs."
Frowning as she explained more about mageglass, he found his finger tapping against his mug thoughtfully. ”I see.” Hesitating, he paused with his mouth open, as if he was about to add something else. Then he shrugged. ”I guess we’ll never know.”
As she rested her hand over his, he nodded gratefully. However, his gratitude didn't last. Letting out a bitter and humorless sound, he raised his mug mockingly. "He sure did, what with dying in a fire." Then he screwed his eyes shut and breathed out a sigh. "Sorry. You didn't know." Toasting for real, his lips twisted in a caricature of a smile. "May he rest peacefully in Mort's realm."
Shaking his head a little, he tossed the rest of his drink back. "Has loss been a part of your life?" The playfulness and flirtation was gone, leaving the dull shell that he tried to fill with booze and pain and other people with varying degrees of success.
Will blood tell
