KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
He held that gaze, searched it as if he might scry the truth of those words in the man's very soul. But the most Korbin was able to muster was a suspension of disbelief. A benefit of the doubt. It wasn't trust, not faith, not even anything so pretty as hope. Just... acknowledgement that Loren didn't intend to cause them harm. But words didn't mean anything. Actions were everything. "We'll see," came the quiet reply, and that was all Loren would get.
The youth was surprised when Loren went on however, and the offer left him stunned. There was a weak sound that could be a chuckle when Loren threw back the quip he'd used - the image of a gabble of clucking Ningos rampaging through the icy halls made him want to compose a song - but for the most part, his mind went unexpectedly blank.
"That's... quite the offer," he said slowly. "Why are you asking me, of all people? I've been a jerk every second of the time I've been near you." Still was, he supposed, though the worst of the edges had been blunted. He was flattered though. Reluctantly, but... flattered.
The youth was surprised when Loren went on however, and the offer left him stunned. There was a weak sound that could be a chuckle when Loren threw back the quip he'd used - the image of a gabble of clucking Ningos rampaging through the icy halls made him want to compose a song - but for the most part, his mind went unexpectedly blank.
"That's... quite the offer," he said slowly. "Why are you asking me, of all people? I've been a jerk every second of the time I've been near you." Still was, he supposed, though the worst of the edges had been blunted. He was flattered though. Reluctantly, but... flattered.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
