KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
Korbin gave her a sidelong glance. "Did you at least tell Noah that you were leaving? Where you were going, and when you should be expected back?" Somehow Korbin doubted this too, but he needed to hear it. His efforts to keep the temper under lid were remarkably successful so far; there were so many things burning on his tongue but he did not let them slip. Not yet.
He needed to understand the sheer magnitude of her thoughtlessness first.
Perhaps the pain helped temper his humors. It remained a fine counterpoint to every movement he made, until it seemed to sing through every vein. From time to time, Korbin had to push down the impulse to just stop and scream straight out, in the hopes that someone might hear his protest and come save him.
But no. He would have to get himself home. Where the fuck was Loren when you needed him?
He needed to understand the sheer magnitude of her thoughtlessness first.
Perhaps the pain helped temper his humors. It remained a fine counterpoint to every movement he made, until it seemed to sing through every vein. From time to time, Korbin had to push down the impulse to just stop and scream straight out, in the hopes that someone might hear his protest and come save him.
But no. He would have to get himself home. Where the fuck was Loren when you needed him?
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
