KORBIN
And my hands are not clean,
maybe they never will be
maybe they never will be
Once past all the large common rooms filled with people and roaring fires, the corridors of the Academy were dark and cool. A maze of stairs and pathways led between classrooms, dormitories and training halls, and somehow Korbin had gotten himself turned around. Not a very strange thing, seeing as he was barely standing up. His 'conversation' with Kiada had left him exhausted, spent in more ways than one, and the bruise on his jaw, the split lip spilling drying blood down his chin was a good match to the turmoil inside.
Keeping a hand against the wall as he roamed the dim path without aim, the young raven wasn't sure what he was looking for. Some quiet corner perhaps, or peace and quiet, or perhaps his sanity. He had misplaced it somewhere, according to everyone he talked to these days. And maybe they were right.
Moving past a door, Korbin's hand against it accidentally knocked it open. Not until it was too late did he register the presence of the guard sitting on a stool on the opposite side of it, and he made a faint grimace as he threw a glance inside.
"My bad," he mumbled, to the bored out of his mind guard and whoever was inside.
Keeping a hand against the wall as he roamed the dim path without aim, the young raven wasn't sure what he was looking for. Some quiet corner perhaps, or peace and quiet, or perhaps his sanity. He had misplaced it somewhere, according to everyone he talked to these days. And maybe they were right.
Moving past a door, Korbin's hand against it accidentally knocked it open. Not until it was too late did he register the presence of the guard sitting on a stool on the opposite side of it, and he made a faint grimace as he threw a glance inside.
"My bad," he mumbled, to the bored out of his mind guard and whoever was inside.
But they can still carry you home
when you are ready to sleep
when you are ready to sleep
