I'm a lady, like whoa
I could bring you to your knees
She sighs, all the anger rushing out of her in an instant at his last comment though. ”It wasn’t recklessness that got him killed. It was bad fucking luck and my lack of magic. Maybe if I’d learned sooner…” She trails off, haunted by that day. In truth, even magic probably wouldn’thave helped. There hadn’t been time. The blizzard threw them both off. Erebor’s mastered magic hadn’t helped him, but still, she blames herself anyway.
Most of the details were wiped from her memory, lost to pain and delirium, but there are fragments. They’d set out with no storm in sight, but she remembers the way the weather turned on them, as it does in Halo. She remembers not being able to see her hand in front of her face. Remembers being unable to get to a knife, buried in the folds of her cloak, fast enough. She remembers the sound of Erebor’s scream. The blood pouring from the hole in her chest.
”How do we go forward? What do you want to do? I can’t undo what is done, but we can work it out. We always do.” And it’s true, they always do. It was just hard, sometimes, because Weaver would always be impulsive and reckless, though not foolish. And Korbin would be...that’s just it, she wasn’t totally sure. Her behavior wasn’t surprising or new for her. But Korbin changed more with Erebor’s death. He’d lost some of his light, become someone else, and she always had a hard time seeing the man he was growing into instead of the boy he had been.
weaver
get you kicked out the Garden of Eden
