Don't put your happiness in other people's hands
Ah, there it was. Storms, a note posted by some person called Maea. It was not very detailed, and the writing was meticulous yet scrawly in a way that nagged at his senses, but the information was to the point. The storms was because of the Ascended and the Voice. And they wouldn't let up. It all had to do with the portals, with keeping the new god contained... Frowning, Korbin read on. Searched for other notes, and searched for the red thread between everything that had been posted there.
Faintly, he was aware of the woman coming closer. While he couldn't hear anything, he was still all too aware of the perpetual hiccups that wracked his frame. Sometimes he could almost forget about them... But as he felt her gaze on him, the boy became increasingly self-conscious about it.
Slowly, while his eyes and attention remainedmostly focused on the board, a tint of red began to creep over his cheeks. Coloring the back of his neck and ears ever so slightly.
Damn his bad luck.
Faintly, he was aware of the woman coming closer. While he couldn't hear anything, he was still all too aware of the perpetual hiccups that wracked his frame. Sometimes he could almost forget about them... But as he felt her gaze on him, the boy became increasingly self-conscious about it.
Slowly, while his eyes and attention remained
Damn his bad luck.
They'll drop it
KORBIN
