KORBIN
at least I know how I can make you
laugh like no one else
laugh like no one else
He almost ran home. Hoped that he would find his sister there, but the house was empty. Unable to contain the immensity of what he'd just experienced, Korbin just deposited the things he'd been out to get, and hurried off again, towards the Kraai. The bar was the first option, the surest place to find her these days, and much as he had his issues with the place, it was rather nice to know where to begin looking. It hadn't always been this easy.
In a rush of cold air Korbin burst in through the door and closed it quickly. A look around showed that he didn't have to keep looking; she was right there, seated by the bar, paging through that worn old notebook that had become her best friend lately. Without even pausing to take off the heavy layers that protected from the dangerous cold, he stalked over the floor towards his sister and with a bright laugh he moved to sweep her up in a big hug, to lift her clean from the seat and spin her around in a dizzying twirl.
"I can hear, Weaver! I finally hear again!" he laughed, bright elation coloring a voice that was still a bit rough but no longer unsteady or hesitant. "Say something, I want to hear your voice!"
Letting her come down with feet on the floor - if she hadn't already punched him across the room for acting like a drunken bear - Korbin reached up to cup her face between his gloved hands. There was a brightness in him like there hadn't been for weeks, seasons even, and his face felt like it might split, he just couldn't stop grinning.
In a rush of cold air Korbin burst in through the door and closed it quickly. A look around showed that he didn't have to keep looking; she was right there, seated by the bar, paging through that worn old notebook that had become her best friend lately. Without even pausing to take off the heavy layers that protected from the dangerous cold, he stalked over the floor towards his sister and with a bright laugh he moved to sweep her up in a big hug, to lift her clean from the seat and spin her around in a dizzying twirl.
"I can hear, Weaver! I finally hear again!" he laughed, bright elation coloring a voice that was still a bit rough but no longer unsteady or hesitant. "Say something, I want to hear your voice!"
Letting her come down with feet on the floor - if she hadn't already punched him across the room for acting like a drunken bear - Korbin reached up to cup her face between his gloved hands. There was a brightness in him like there hadn't been for weeks, seasons even, and his face felt like it might split, he just couldn't stop grinning.
Oh I'm such a mess
But at least I've always been myself
But at least I've always been myself
