Love mends even the broken parts
Actually, Loren hadn’t expected Remi to like it. However, despite all the shit life had thrown at the alchemist—and all the crap the summoner had put the other man through—there was still a core of softness in Remi that the Launceleyn lacked. Indeed, he was so pessimistic most days that he expected the worst. He was rarely pleasantly surprised. ”I didn’t say you would.” Sometimes, learning to live with the darkness was all they could ask of themselves.
As the other man followed the summoner outside (and didn’t take a coat), he nodded at the mention of hunting a rabbit; however, when the alchemist made another quip, Loren’s eyebrows rose. Pale and thin, he’d accept. Flighty was just mean though. ”You’re the one who grows wings, not me.” Still, there was the barest glimmer of amusement in his eyes, and the corner of his lips quirked up.
As the other man followed the summoner outside (and didn’t take a coat), he nodded at the mention of hunting a rabbit; however, when the alchemist made another quip, Loren’s eyebrows rose. Pale and thin, he’d accept. Flighty was just mean though. ”You’re the one who grows wings, not me.” Still, there was the barest glimmer of amusement in his eyes, and the corner of his lips quirked up.
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