The white sheep of the family
Grinning a little, Loren toasted Weaver. "That doesn't surprise me in the slightest. Guess I'll just have to strive to be worthy of your time then." Tilting his head to the side, he took a sip from his mug. "Got any tips on how to do that? Or is that question beyond the scope of the game?" His tone was playful, since he very much wasn't expecting her to make it easy on him.
Drumming his fingers on the bar, he smiled, though there was something sad around the edges of it. "I'm chock-full of surprises. Stick around long enough and you might see a few." When she actually believed him, and followed up about it, he raised his eyebrows. "In the Launceleyn compound." His eyes grew haunted for a moment, and he sipped from his mug to hide the way his expression darkened.
Nodding in agreement, he ran a hand through his hair. "Fair enough. And those who do know aren't telling, or are only giving part of the answer." He smirked a little at her, giving her a sly look. "Of course, Halovians would never keep things to themselves on purpose." Tone wry, he let out a huff of laughter.
"Not all. But most. The ones without..." Grimacing, he let his voice trail off and took a sip. ”We always valued magic and power.” Tone bitter, he found himself unable to meet her eyes.
However, he looked back when he felt her fingers slip into his. "It does." He took a deep breath, then let it out with a sigh. "But what I wouldn't give to make just one more memory with them. And there’s a limit to how much loss someone...I...can tolerate." His lips pressed together and his eyes tightened. Then he forced himself to relax, take a deep breath, and look at her. "What was it like, growing up here?"
When she squeezed his hand, he pulled it back. For a moment, his expression was wild and distant, before he focused on her completely. "I've made that choice. Over, and over, and over again until I forgot why I was choosing it and was just doing it out of reflex." His fingers grew white-knuckled around the mug.
"Honestly?” He stared into the distance. ”To not have to make that choice again, one way or another. If I thought I could do that by finding a profession I’m passionate about and settling down with someone I love, and having a nice little life, I’d do that.” Lifting his mug, he paused with it just before his lips. ”But I don’t.” Only then did he take a long drink.
Drumming his fingers on the bar, he smiled, though there was something sad around the edges of it. "I'm chock-full of surprises. Stick around long enough and you might see a few." When she actually believed him, and followed up about it, he raised his eyebrows. "In the Launceleyn compound." His eyes grew haunted for a moment, and he sipped from his mug to hide the way his expression darkened.
Nodding in agreement, he ran a hand through his hair. "Fair enough. And those who do know aren't telling, or are only giving part of the answer." He smirked a little at her, giving her a sly look. "Of course, Halovians would never keep things to themselves on purpose." Tone wry, he let out a huff of laughter.
"Not all. But most. The ones without..." Grimacing, he let his voice trail off and took a sip. ”We always valued magic and power.” Tone bitter, he found himself unable to meet her eyes.
However, he looked back when he felt her fingers slip into his. "It does." He took a deep breath, then let it out with a sigh. "But what I wouldn't give to make just one more memory with them. And there’s a limit to how much loss someone...I...can tolerate." His lips pressed together and his eyes tightened. Then he forced himself to relax, take a deep breath, and look at her. "What was it like, growing up here?"
When she squeezed his hand, he pulled it back. For a moment, his expression was wild and distant, before he focused on her completely. "I've made that choice. Over, and over, and over again until I forgot why I was choosing it and was just doing it out of reflex." His fingers grew white-knuckled around the mug.
"Honestly?” He stared into the distance. ”To not have to make that choice again, one way or another. If I thought I could do that by finding a profession I’m passionate about and settling down with someone I love, and having a nice little life, I’d do that.” Lifting his mug, he paused with it just before his lips. ”But I don’t.” Only then did he take a long drink.
Will blood tell
