The white sheep of the family
Shaking his head, Loren shrugged. "It's all I've ever known, really. Hard to know what to compare it too." He gave Weaver an almost apologetic and certainly rueful smile.
Letting out a huff of laughter, he grinned faintly. "My relationship with my stepmother wasn't that pleasant. So I'm glad it sounds like you and your stepfather got along?" His voice ended on a questioning lilt.
At her words, his eyes hardened. The bashful and meek mask slipped away and underneath was the weapon that his family had honed him into. The person who would apply exactly as much force as was necessary to achieve his aims. It was a cold and almost evil look. ”I can hunt and kill too.” It came out without a hint of pride, just a statement of fact. Soon she'd experience that firsthand as he bested the Ursur.
Then he hesitated, and uncertainty bled back into his features and voice and posture. ”No I am proud. It’s not that.” Hesitating, his foot tapped an anxious beat against the ground. ”I...for most of my life, I was told I was weak and useless. Now that I have all this magic, I had hoped that maybe I could...do more to keep people safe. So it’s hard not to feel like...I’m still not enough.” He shrugged, knowing
Chuckling, he actually grinned, and nodded in agreement at their future sparring. ”I’ve heard that one before. It’s a good ass to kick, everyone says so.” Obviously his tone was self-deprecating. Though there was no alcohol left in his mug, he still lifted it in a toast.
As she leaned forward to kiss his forehead, he closed his eyes. ”Simple as that?” There was something almost pathetically hopeful about the question.
Letting out a huff of laughter, he grinned faintly. "My relationship with my stepmother wasn't that pleasant. So I'm glad it sounds like you and your stepfather got along?" His voice ended on a questioning lilt.
At her words, his eyes hardened. The bashful and meek mask slipped away and underneath was the weapon that his family had honed him into. The person who would apply exactly as much force as was necessary to achieve his aims. It was a cold and almost evil look. ”I can hunt and kill too.” It came out without a hint of pride, just a statement of fact. Soon she'd experience that firsthand as he bested the Ursur.
Then he hesitated, and uncertainty bled back into his features and voice and posture. ”No I am proud. It’s not that.” Hesitating, his foot tapped an anxious beat against the ground. ”I...for most of my life, I was told I was weak and useless. Now that I have all this magic, I had hoped that maybe I could...do more to keep people safe. So it’s hard not to feel like...I’m still not enough.” He shrugged, knowing
Chuckling, he actually grinned, and nodded in agreement at their future sparring. ”I’ve heard that one before. It’s a good ass to kick, everyone says so.” Obviously his tone was self-deprecating. Though there was no alcohol left in his mug, he still lifted it in a toast.
As she leaned forward to kiss his forehead, he closed his eyes. ”Simple as that?” There was something almost pathetically hopeful about the question.
Will blood tell
