What matters most is how well you walk through the fire.
She doesn’t argue. In the end, he needed to figure out how to face his own demons. It was not Loren’s fault, not really, even if Loren could be a pain in the ass. Weaver also wasn’t really judging being a pain in the ass, given that she was just as prone to such antics. Maybe that’s why she didn’t see that in him, really, because she was just as likely (if not moreso) to be the one pushing, encouraging. So many of their conversations had gone like that. Hell, that seems to be all her conversations lately, her pushing and encouraging the big babies men in her life. Hadn’t Loren actually stopped to apologize for never asking about her?
Korbin had been the one to tell him about their family, not Weaver, though she’d shown him the scar once he’d brought it up. Like icing on the cake, that scar. It’s a clear picture of how bad things had been, clear evidence of how much she should have died.
But today is not a not day for demon hunting. They settle back into the work, Korbin following with the string. When they have punched and threaded their way around the hide, Weaver begins to work with Korbin to stretch the leather out bit by bit, ensuring it was even all the way around. When they are done, and the leather has been tied off, she wraps one arm through her brothers, pointing to her mouth and then her stomach. Time for breakfast. So with that, she drags him from the room and back to the kitchen.
(finished)
Korbin had been the one to tell him about their family, not Weaver, though she’d shown him the scar once he’d brought it up. Like icing on the cake, that scar. It’s a clear picture of how bad things had been, clear evidence of how much she should have died.
But today is not a not day for demon hunting. They settle back into the work, Korbin following with the string. When they have punched and threaded their way around the hide, Weaver begins to work with Korbin to stretch the leather out bit by bit, ensuring it was even all the way around. When they are done, and the leather has been tied off, she wraps one arm through her brothers, pointing to her mouth and then her stomach. Time for breakfast. So with that, she drags him from the room and back to the kitchen.
(finished)
Weaver
