LOREN
When Rexanna asked, Loren just shrugged, though he didn’t change the rest of his posture or the position of his head or his upturned wrist. He really didn’t have a preference. ”I don’t care.” Partially that was because he didn’t care about much of anything these days. However, another, much larger part of it was that after Frey had put him through his paces, everything else, even the bite of an Ascended, seemed tame in comparison. Indeed, the summoner would probably never experience something as mind-blowingly pleasurable as fucking himself under the watchful eye of a lustful deity. It was impossible to top that, not that he'd really tried yet.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
