there's a fire starting in my heart
reaching a fever pitch
Snorting, Loren shook his head. "It's not. In fact, it might be the easiest thing I've ever done." Speaking in a wry drawl, he gave Sunjata an almost smugly amused look.It faded as the bartender revealed how he'd made such a lucrative deal. Sighing, the healer pinched the bridge of his nose. "He's not nearly as clever as he thinks he is." There was a sort of weary affection and resignation in his voice.
Lowering his hand, the corner of his lips twitched when the other man mentioned Weaver. "I know her. I didn't realize she was a friend of yours." The Launceleyn's voice was quiet, though his eyes had narrowed slightly at the mention of the huntress.
"I care." It came out softly. "I care if what I do and say hurts them, even if it's not enough to stop me from hurting them to begin with." He shrugged. "Maybe you think that's wrong and maybe it is but...I don't know how to stop caring."
and it's bringing me out the dark
LOREN
