A door opened on creaking hinges. Cold winds blew snow in across the threshold, over the floors of a hallway cast in shadow. The sound of feet stamping off ice and more snow from heavy boots echoed in the stillness, against walls that were too barren to absorb all of the sounds.
Slamming the door behind him, he shrugged off the heavy overcoat, threw it on a stool rather than hang it on the peg where it belonged, and kept peeling off layers as he strode into the house, with the comfortable familiarity of one who belonged there. Passing the kitchen, he threw a brace of ningos onto the table.
"I'm home," Korbin called, out of habit more than any real conviction that anyone would actually be there. Weaver had been gone more often than not lately. The silence chafed on him as he headed off towards his room. The house was cold. But so was everything in Halo.
Nothing new about that.
Slamming the door behind him, he shrugged off the heavy overcoat, threw it on a stool rather than hang it on the peg where it belonged, and kept peeling off layers as he strode into the house, with the comfortable familiarity of one who belonged there. Passing the kitchen, he threw a brace of ningos onto the table.
"I'm home," Korbin called, out of habit more than any real conviction that anyone would actually be there. Weaver had been gone more often than not lately. The silence chafed on him as he headed off towards his room. The house was cold. But so was everything in Halo.
Nothing new about that.
korbin
Deep into that darkness peering, Long I stood there
Wondering, Fearing
