KORBIN
Leave my loneliness unbroken!
- quit the bust above my door!
- quit the bust above my door!
Loren was glad to hear that Korbin was glad to hear that Loren was alright? .... Alright. This wasn't awkward at all. Made even more complicated by how the young man wasn't even sure he wanted to be glad. About anything. Especially this person whom he'd taken quite the pleasure in arbitrarily disliking. It was hard to maintain that kind of stance though, especially when he felt the ridiculous happiness bounding towards him from the other man. The image of a dog wagging its tail came to him, and the raven let out a warbling croak that sounded a lot like laughter. Too bad he couldn't hear it himself.
Birds couldn't really sigh, but if they could, Korbin would have done so. 'Rough' didn't even begin to describe what he'd felt in the man, and it left him very conflicted. He didn't particularly like the Flood, even after all of this... but how could he hate someone who had stayed and offered support while he was breaking down on a beach too far away from home?
"Yes. And I think so... though he didn't say it in so many words." The steady stream of comfort had been... answer enough, he thought.
The whole thing made Korbin feel... well it made him feel, and he didn't like it. The raven put on a sudden burst of speed, shooting off ahead. As if he might be able to outfly all the softening spots within, that he didn't know what to do with.
Birds couldn't really sigh, but if they could, Korbin would have done so. 'Rough' didn't even begin to describe what he'd felt in the man, and it left him very conflicted. He didn't particularly like the Flood, even after all of this... but how could he hate someone who had stayed and offered support while he was breaking down on a beach too far away from home?
"Yes. And I think so... though he didn't say it in so many words." The steady stream of comfort had been... answer enough, he thought.
The whole thing made Korbin feel... well it made him feel, and he didn't like it. The raven put on a sudden burst of speed, shooting off ahead. As if he might be able to outfly all the softening spots within, that he didn't know what to do with.
Quoth the Raven,
"Nevermore."
"Nevermore."
