there's a fire starting in my heart
reaching a fever pitch
Loren couldn't help but snort at Sunjata's comment. "Oh no, we wouldn't want people to gossip about us now, would we?" Unsurprisingly, the healer's voice was a wry and sarcastic drawl, since he was fully aware people talked about both him and the bartender behind their backs. "Or it means that they don't trust me enough to come seek me out." However, the Launceleyn sighed and shot the other man an apologetic smile. It was accompanied by a mental pulse of contrition. "Sorry. My thoughts have a nasty habit of going negative when...well, all the time, really." Cheeks flushing a bit with embarrassment, he rubbed a nervous palm against his thigh. "In case you haven't noticed."
and it's bringing me out the dark
LOREN
