if it doesn't burn a little
Her lips curve into something like the smile her mother might have given. It is a small but real thing, full of life and pleasure as he at least says that he deserves good things. It is not everything, certainly, but it is one step toward progress. ”You are,” she agrees, voice kind but firm.
Her eyebrows raise slightly at the next question, her expression turning back to it’s normal Loren expression. She cannot think of any other way to describe it really, only that she seems to have a certain set of facial expressions that he alone manages to elicit. Perhaps because he is mildly impossible, and she likes him despite it (or perhaps for it, it is hard to tell). ”So then don’t be in a relationship. You have that choice.”
She reaches out a hand to rest on his arm, softening at the mention of Abasi. They were not friends, though she’d met him, and it was certainly a shame for him to die so young. ”He seemed like a good man. But you have a choice. Either you live in fear of losing people, or you live and enjoy the time you are given with them.”
She chuckles slightly as he turns the list into the people he isn’t avoiding, shaking her head. ”Perhaps you ought to try and patch a few relationships? Maybe not at the party, but someday. That is a rather long list of people to have to avoid.” Only some of them are ones she actually knows, though she at least recognizes most of the names. Still, it didn’t seem like a gathering where she’d be all that social either, so they could wallflower together as they had when they first met. It was not all that long ago, and yet, it felt like forever.
Her eyebrows raise slightly at the next question, her expression turning back to it’s normal Loren expression. She cannot think of any other way to describe it really, only that she seems to have a certain set of facial expressions that he alone manages to elicit. Perhaps because he is mildly impossible, and she likes him despite it (or perhaps for it, it is hard to tell). ”So then don’t be in a relationship. You have that choice.”
She reaches out a hand to rest on his arm, softening at the mention of Abasi. They were not friends, though she’d met him, and it was certainly a shame for him to die so young. ”He seemed like a good man. But you have a choice. Either you live in fear of losing people, or you live and enjoy the time you are given with them.”
She chuckles slightly as he turns the list into the people he isn’t avoiding, shaking her head. ”Perhaps you ought to try and patch a few relationships? Maybe not at the party, but someday. That is a rather long list of people to have to avoid.” Only some of them are ones she actually knows, though she at least recognizes most of the names. Still, it didn’t seem like a gathering where she’d be all that social either, so they could wallflower together as they had when they first met. It was not all that long ago, and yet, it felt like forever.
-- weaver
then what's the point in playing with fire?
