What matters most is how well you walk through the fire.
Weaver laughs harder at his look of outrage. He absolutely was weedy, at least a little bit. Tall and lanky, with muscle that still needed to fill in. He was strong too, but so was Loren, even if he didn’t look it from the outside. She was rather aware, in fact, of just how strong he could be. She can’t help but remember just how easily he’d picked her up, and how much she hadn’t even minded.
Somehow his response still goes back to him though. She wants to be annoyed, because honestly, it might be nice if he was just happy for her for a minute. Or if he could just pretend to be be happy for a minute, as if maybe her finding something decent wasn’t such a terrible thing. But honestly, she’s mostly just glad he’s not screaming against her being interested in a Launceleyn Outlander. It could be worse, she supposes.
Have you tried to punch his teeth out yet? she scribbles. Maybe it would help if he did. Maybe he’d get some sense knocked into him.
Somehow his response still goes back to him though. She wants to be annoyed, because honestly, it might be nice if he was just happy for her for a minute. Or if he could just pretend to be be happy for a minute, as if maybe her finding something decent wasn’t such a terrible thing. But honestly, she’s mostly just glad he’s not screaming against her being interested in a Launceleyn Outlander. It could be worse, she supposes.
Have you tried to punch his teeth out yet? she scribbles. Maybe it would help if he did. Maybe he’d get some sense knocked into him.
Weaver
