a thousand faces staring at me, a thousand times i've fallen
“S-should be.” He manages as the table is shifted and he’s wiggling the legs to find which piece is causing the issue. And once he has he hands her the screw driver as he works on the main problem leg, ensuring she can tighten the other screws in the other legs while he listens. There’s a small nod given to Hester at the mention of her music — recalling the tunes she’d put together as they grew up, how he’d always liked the sound of it sung around the fire.
And he’s glad for her, but it sparks a thought in his mind all the same. “K-Korbin asked me to make… Him a lute.” He says, looking up from where he tightens the screws down. “I… I could m-make you something.” He doesn’t know what, but the lute was almost done, the drum that Chulane had requested as well. And he hasn’t even had time to start on the flute he initially wanted to make.
The subject of family has his gaze dropping immediately though. “They d-died.” He says rather bluntly, tightening down the last screw he looks over the work she’s done with a small attempt at avoiding her gaze. “When the Palace… Was hit. I w-wasn’t home.” Too busy at the workshop with his instruments that his parents had never condoned him making. Maybe it spurs some guilt in his chest.
And he’s glad for her, but it sparks a thought in his mind all the same. “K-Korbin asked me to make… Him a lute.” He says, looking up from where he tightens the screws down. “I… I could m-make you something.” He doesn’t know what, but the lute was almost done, the drum that Chulane had requested as well. And he hasn’t even had time to start on the flute he initially wanted to make.
The subject of family has his gaze dropping immediately though. “They d-died.” He says rather bluntly, tightening down the last screw he looks over the work she’s done with a small attempt at avoiding her gaze. “When the Palace… Was hit. I w-wasn’t home.” Too busy at the workshop with his instruments that his parents had never condoned him making. Maybe it spurs some guilt in his chest.
a thousand voices dead at my feet
GLAS
