KORBIN
Remember when I swore
That you and I would never die
That you and I would never die
She didn't say anything. If he'd only had his eyes to guide him, he would have thought her surpremely confident about this. Like it was something she did every time, whenever fancy struck. So sure of herself, carried with the poise and majesty of... well... not a cat, really. Nothing so fickle. No, what came to mind for him was the dragon he'd once seen summoned. Or the other he'd conversed with - attuned or no, it had still been a dragon and that's what Kiada reminded him of.
So seemingly sure of herself... and yet he felt the quiver in her emotions through the bond. Was surprised that she remained so open, even without knowing that he could sense her. The nervousness in her eased his own uncertainty bit. Confidence boosted by the knowledge that he wasn't the only one whose hands were shaking - or maybe that was just the brush of her fingers against his, when she took the bottle.
Looking at her, Korbin was fascinated by what he saw. His gaze trailed slowly over the scars littering her skin as she turned her back to pour the drinks. Followed the jagged lines of them from the slender neck and down to where they dipped beneath the hem of her shirt. He watched her quietly even as she turned, flint-blue eyes dark in the faint light. Hard to read.
When she held out the glass, he approached. Closed in on her on wolf-sure feet, soft and silent. Reaching for the drink, he caught her fingers around it too, a slow smile starting to play at his own lips.
"Cheers," he said, very quiet - though only she would know that it was - and broke the stillness. Only slowly did he relinquish her hand to take the glass, raise it to his lips. He kept studying her as he took a sip. Wondering if she would like it; one of his sisters better experiments. Sweet and rich with the taste of salt and caramel, though packing quite the punch all the same.
If she weren't craving sweets before tasting it, no doubt it would leave a craving for more once the flavor was on the tongue.
So seemingly sure of herself... and yet he felt the quiver in her emotions through the bond. Was surprised that she remained so open, even without knowing that he could sense her. The nervousness in her eased his own uncertainty bit. Confidence boosted by the knowledge that he wasn't the only one whose hands were shaking - or maybe that was just the brush of her fingers against his, when she took the bottle.
Looking at her, Korbin was fascinated by what he saw. His gaze trailed slowly over the scars littering her skin as she turned her back to pour the drinks. Followed the jagged lines of them from the slender neck and down to where they dipped beneath the hem of her shirt. He watched her quietly even as she turned, flint-blue eyes dark in the faint light. Hard to read.
When she held out the glass, he approached. Closed in on her on wolf-sure feet, soft and silent. Reaching for the drink, he caught her fingers around it too, a slow smile starting to play at his own lips.
"Cheers," he said, very quiet - though only she would know that it was - and broke the stillness. Only slowly did he relinquish her hand to take the glass, raise it to his lips. He kept studying her as he took a sip. Wondering if she would like it; one of his sisters better experiments. Sweet and rich with the taste of salt and caramel, though packing quite the punch all the same.
If she weren't craving sweets before tasting it, no doubt it would leave a craving for more once the flavor was on the tongue.
Remember when you swore
we had it all?
we had it all?
