whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
As Maea finally gave up with the flasks and dropped them, Loren caught them with his telekinesis. "Well. As long as you're sure." Tossing one of the cups back, he let out a huff of laughter. "Enjoy it while it lasts." Obviously, it was clear he thought it wouldn't. "And don't say no one warned you."Snorting, he shrugged. "Gladly." Dismissing the Ningos (one of which disappeared, the other of which flapped off with a squawk), he leaned forward. "No one needs a pity fuck that badly though, least of all me. Too bad you think he's a pity fuck though." He toasted the air with the remaining cup, though made no move to drink from it.
However, he tilted his head to one side as she threw more insults in his face. ”You say that like it’s a bad thing." Leaning forward, he dropped his voice to a whisper. "But you’re attracted to him, so I don’t see why you mind seeing this behavior.” Then he smirked, eyes wicked. ”Unless you’re a hypocrite too.”
Then the smirked deepened. "Or unless you don't mind seeing it as much as you think you should."
what goes, let go
LOREN
