The white sheep of the family
Like Remi, there wasn’t a trace of mirth in the Launceleyn’s voice or expression. ”Guess I’m full of surprises.” Just because the summoner was over the other man in a romantic sense didn’t mean the alchemist’s opinion didn't matter to the Launceleyn. Indeed, the pain was evident in his features even though Loren managed to keep it from his tone. ”Why does it matter?” He was genuinely confused by the Remi’s question.
”Well, my summoning didn’t work on my end.” Although the Launceleyn tried not to let it show how much that bothered him, it crept into his voice and posture. When the alchemist accused the summoner of abandoning Remi over Abasi, the annoyance spilled out completely. ”I didn’t. I had no expectations of anything, with anyone.” Taking a deep breath, Loren managed to enough of a grip on himself that when he spoke next it was relatively even. ”Why does Cera’s body matter so much to you? Did you bring it with you when you fled the Guild? Or did you leave it for the fire and then the monsters?”
The summoner’s eyes widened as he took in the text the alchemist was holding. They widened further as understanding dawned. ”I...I see.” Facing the other man, the Launceleyn shifted his weight from foot to foot. ”Then I wish you and Ronin and Aoife all the happiness in the world during your travels. And...I’ll miss you.” His voice trailed off at the end, but it was audible enough.
Then, though, he turned away again.
”Well, my summoning didn’t work on my end.” Although the Launceleyn tried not to let it show how much that bothered him, it crept into his voice and posture. When the alchemist accused the summoner of abandoning Remi over Abasi, the annoyance spilled out completely. ”I didn’t. I had no expectations of anything, with anyone.” Taking a deep breath, Loren managed to enough of a grip on himself that when he spoke next it was relatively even. ”Why does Cera’s body matter so much to you? Did you bring it with you when you fled the Guild? Or did you leave it for the fire and then the monsters?”
The summoner’s eyes widened as he took in the text the alchemist was holding. They widened further as understanding dawned. ”I...I see.” Facing the other man, the Launceleyn shifted his weight from foot to foot. ”Then I wish you and Ronin and Aoife all the happiness in the world during your travels. And...I’ll miss you.” His voice trailed off at the end, but it was audible enough.
Then, though, he turned away again.
Will blood tell
