KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
This was the problem with running errands at the moment. The vendors and shop keepers talking back. It was expected of course, part of the trade, with haggling and wrestling conscience against profit... but right now, Korbin wished very much that things could be more straight forward.
He saw the lips of the other person move, but none of the words reached him. Not the tapping of a restless foot against the floor, nor the echo of the doorbell reverberating between the walls. He moved in a bubble that swallowed up all sound, even those of his own making... And aside from frustrated, it left him feeling bereft.
"SoRrY. I can'T HEar yOu," he mouthed, feeling the pressure and vibration of his voice in the throat, but wasn't sure the volume, timbre or tone came out right. Hopefully he wasn't shouting at least... He pointed a finger to his ear and shook his head to clarify, just in case it didn't come across.
The frustration in him was palpable, a restless resignation with nowhere to go.
He saw the lips of the other person move, but none of the words reached him. Not the tapping of a restless foot against the floor, nor the echo of the doorbell reverberating between the walls. He moved in a bubble that swallowed up all sound, even those of his own making... And aside from frustrated, it left him feeling bereft.
"SoRrY. I can'T HEar yOu," he mouthed, feeling the pressure and vibration of his voice in the throat, but wasn't sure the volume, timbre or tone came out right. Hopefully he wasn't shouting at least... He pointed a finger to his ear and shook his head to clarify, just in case it didn't come across.
The frustration in him was palpable, a restless resignation with nowhere to go.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
