KORBIN
And my hands are not clean,
maybe they never will be
maybe they never will be
A pleasant warmth spread from the fireplace in the kitchen. The light it offered had been added to by a few candles, but the room was otherwise draped in shadows. It was still early. The sun had not risen yet, but through the window overlooking the city beyond Korbin could be seen the heavy dark clouds that preluded a storm. Deepfrost was upon them, and it was only a matter of time before the time between snowfall would be counted in minutes rather than days or hours.
Korbin was up early. He usually was; a habit formed by need and maintained because it was in his nature, and he liked having the quiet morning hours to himself. Weaver liked sleeping in when she got a chance, and these days there were more chances for that than ever before. Busying himself with breakfast preparations, he was humming to himself without quite realizing it as he kneaded the dough. More out of habit than anything else; he still couldn't hear himself, and the melody was made disjointed by his relentless hiccups.
Honestly, he was getting used to it. All of it. But it didn't make his ache for music lessen one bit; it was a constant ache in his fingers these days, like a lump in the throat or an itch he couldn't reach to scratch.
Korbin was up early. He usually was; a habit formed by need and maintained because it was in his nature, and he liked having the quiet morning hours to himself. Weaver liked sleeping in when she got a chance, and these days there were more chances for that than ever before. Busying himself with breakfast preparations, he was humming to himself without quite realizing it as he kneaded the dough. More out of habit than anything else; he still couldn't hear himself, and the melody was made disjointed by his relentless hiccups.
Honestly, he was getting used to it. All of it. But it didn't make his ache for music lessen one bit; it was a constant ache in his fingers these days, like a lump in the throat or an itch he couldn't reach to scratch.
But they can still carry you home
when you are ready to sleep
when you are ready to sleep
