if it doesn't burn a little
He’s about to say more, and she wants to hear it, but damn whatever Loren and Remi were up to. They interrupt Korbin, and instead the topic shifts to them. The topic of Weaver’s life often shifts to Loren, actually. She ought to be annoyed, but she cannot quite bring herself to be. Stupid soft heart.
”I know Loren told me they don’t get along, but shit. I didn’t realize it was that bad.” Loren had clearly left out some details that Weaver probably needed to know. Because this was going to be more than a personal grudge, potentially, with each of them part of the government of their regions. Well just fuck. Something to keep tabs on. ”Loren never told me why they weren’t on good terms.”
Weaver shakes her head slightly as the commotion dies down and people try to go back to the festival, though the hushed whispers that run through conversations are clear enough. ”So what were you saying about Torchline being too warm?” she asks, teasing grin slipping back into place as she bumps him lightly with her hip.
”I know Loren told me they don’t get along, but shit. I didn’t realize it was that bad.” Loren had clearly left out some details that Weaver probably needed to know. Because this was going to be more than a personal grudge, potentially, with each of them part of the government of their regions. Well just fuck. Something to keep tabs on. ”Loren never told me why they weren’t on good terms.”
Weaver shakes her head slightly as the commotion dies down and people try to go back to the festival, though the hushed whispers that run through conversations are clear enough. ”So what were you saying about Torchline being too warm?” she asks, teasing grin slipping back into place as she bumps him lightly with her hip.
-- weaver
then what's the point in playing with fire?
