The white sheep of the family
Taking a long drink, Loren ended up smirking a little at Sunjata. "Funny. I like this place better. To each their own I suppose." The healer was really just trying to get a rise out of the bartender, as evidenced by the Launceleyn's slurred and challenging tone.
"Mmmm. But not as lovely or appealing as Frey." Leaning forward, he dropped his voice to a whisper. "After all, they look like the person you desire most." Moving even closer to the other man, Loren whispered in Sunjata's ear now, breath hot and voice low. "I wonder who that is for you these days." With that, the healer moved back slightly, though their faces were now inches apart.
"Mmmm. But not as lovely or appealing as Frey." Leaning forward, he dropped his voice to a whisper. "After all, they look like the person you desire most." Moving even closer to the other man, Loren whispered in Sunjata's ear now, breath hot and voice low. "I wonder who that is for you these days." With that, the healer moved back slightly, though their faces were now inches apart.
Will blood tell
