They say blood makes you related but
loyalty makes you family
Loren got a message from one of the guards that someone had come to the Palace to see him. Sighing, he'd thanked the woman. Emerging from the infirmary, he'd pulled out a flask, and taken swigs from it periodically as he strode through the halls.
When he reached the sitting room he'd been directed to, he put the flask away. Smoothing the front of his all black garments, he took a deep breath and schooled his expression into something cooly polite. Pushing through the doors, his eyes landed on Oliver.
When the healer saw the other man, the Launceleyn let the mask slip away, instead smirking at Oliver. "Oliver. What brings you to Halo?" Letting the door swing shut, Loren crossed his arms and leaned against the wall just by the doorway.
When he reached the sitting room he'd been directed to, he put the flask away. Smoothing the front of his all black garments, he took a deep breath and schooled his expression into something cooly polite. Pushing through the doors, his eyes landed on Oliver.
When the healer saw the other man, the Launceleyn let the mask slip away, instead smirking at Oliver. "Oliver. What brings you to Halo?" Letting the door swing shut, Loren crossed his arms and leaned against the wall just by the doorway.
LOREN
