a thousand faces staring at me, a thousand times i've fallen
He’s not particularly used to having a choice, when it comes to things that involve him. And he exhales a low sigh as he hears Loren decide on a flavor. It settles something, being in the face of having to choose something, and when Loren returns to the table he keeps his gaze on the woodgrain, almost as if he’s inspecting it as Loren sits across from him. “Vases are nice.” He agrees quietly. “And… Trophy boards.” For those Luxere with giant racks, for Ursurs slain in the snows.
But the mention of Korbin and how Loren knew him has him taking a shaky inhale, lifting his gaze to glance toward the man before he focuses on the medical bag the summoner had given him. “Th-There’s a hairline crack in it.” He manages at first. “It was… Easy… To fix.” He explains, tilting his head as if he’s inspecting the bag now.
Some sort of surprise crosses over him at Loren’s open admission, pale cheeks growing even further scarlet as he focuses on the summoner again, more so the man’s chest than his eyes. “I… Think I do.” He explains, not quite fully, but enough to hopefully get it across. But he shrinks away further when Loren leans forward, returning his attention to the bag. “Y-Yeah, everythings okay.” He manages, swallowing hard. “I just… I don’t get out much is all.”
But the mention of Korbin and how Loren knew him has him taking a shaky inhale, lifting his gaze to glance toward the man before he focuses on the medical bag the summoner had given him. “Th-There’s a hairline crack in it.” He manages at first. “It was… Easy… To fix.” He explains, tilting his head as if he’s inspecting the bag now.
Some sort of surprise crosses over him at Loren’s open admission, pale cheeks growing even further scarlet as he focuses on the summoner again, more so the man’s chest than his eyes. “I… Think I do.” He explains, not quite fully, but enough to hopefully get it across. But he shrinks away further when Loren leans forward, returning his attention to the bag. “Y-Yeah, everythings okay.” He manages, swallowing hard. “I just… I don’t get out much is all.”
a thousand voices dead at my feet
GLAS
