[Training] [SE] but the silence was unbroken

KORBIN

And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,

If only everything could stay this simple. Peaceful, quiet and serene, with only heartbeats and simple words to guide them. But sooner or later the world inevitably would make itself reminded, and they would have to rouse, return to chores and work, to people and change.

He had been acting the victim, lately. There were far more graceful ways of letting the world know you were not interested in being swept away. Perhaps one of these days he would be able to find a better way, one that didn't hurt the people around him. Hopefully, this temporary madness would remain temporary... or at least, if it returned there would be a way of handling it, of curing it. He wanted to laugh again, to dream again, to feel the kind of hope and strength when looking at a new day that Weaver seemed to have.

In this moment, he wished, above all, that he could be more like her.

But there was no rush. He was strangely exhausted still, muscles aching like he'd run all over the Tundra in a single day, and sleep beckoned. Weaver didn't seem in a mind to leave, so Korbin tucked them both in under the furs and settled down, fully intending to make this a proper nap.

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- FIN

Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.