KORBIN
Remember when I swore
That you and I would never die
That you and I would never die
Some days he was almost like he used to be, in days long gone by. Smiling, laughing, trading banter with people that came and went like he didn't have a care in the world. Some days he was a storm cloud, brewing in ominous silence. Some days he broke out in fits of rage, snapping and snarling at anyone that came close. Those times he made sure to stay away from the Kraai, from anything that might damage the reputation of his sister and this place she had made for herself.
Today, he was a ghost. An empty void behind a mask of cheer, mouth smiling and laughing as he served drinks and took orders - but the blue eyes remained dark and humorless regardless of what people said. On the upside, nothing they said managed to anger him. But... nothing really made him brighten either. He was just too numb, distant even from himself, and everything he did was on routine.
Setting out drinks ordered by a pair of locals he knew well, the dark-haired young man cleaned off glasses left behind by a group of customers that just left. Passing them along to the kitchen for washing and replacing, he wiped his hands on a towel, threw it over the shoulder and turned back to the bar. Resting his hands lightly against the countertop, he turned to the next in line, and found himself faced with a young woman he hadn't seen before. Outsider, most like - no doubt a Grounder. The seasons had shifted, and the storms were upon them; no getting rid of them now. Korbin suppressed a sigh.
"What can I get you?" he asked, with an easy smile that didn't reach his eyes. As he did so, he slid a menue her way; having her point to the option of choice would be easier than explaining that he was deaf. Though he did have pen and paper nearby just in case, and by now most of the patrons knew he couldn't hear.
Gods knew, he didn't miss the noise of the bar when it was at its busiest. Even curses had their upsides.
Today, he was a ghost. An empty void behind a mask of cheer, mouth smiling and laughing as he served drinks and took orders - but the blue eyes remained dark and humorless regardless of what people said. On the upside, nothing they said managed to anger him. But... nothing really made him brighten either. He was just too numb, distant even from himself, and everything he did was on routine.
Setting out drinks ordered by a pair of locals he knew well, the dark-haired young man cleaned off glasses left behind by a group of customers that just left. Passing them along to the kitchen for washing and replacing, he wiped his hands on a towel, threw it over the shoulder and turned back to the bar. Resting his hands lightly against the countertop, he turned to the next in line, and found himself faced with a young woman he hadn't seen before. Outsider, most like - no doubt a Grounder. The seasons had shifted, and the storms were upon them; no getting rid of them now. Korbin suppressed a sigh.
"What can I get you?" he asked, with an easy smile that didn't reach his eyes. As he did so, he slid a menue her way; having her point to the option of choice would be easier than explaining that he was deaf. Though he did have pen and paper nearby just in case, and by now most of the patrons knew he couldn't hear.
Gods knew, he didn't miss the noise of the bar when it was at its busiest. Even curses had their upsides.
Remember when you swore
we had it all?
we had it all?
