KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
The bird ruffled its feathers when the door was opened - without even a fucking knock - and glared down at the figure that came waltzing in. Like he owned the place. Beady birds eyes narrowed at the way this person shrugged off clothes and hung them away, like it was a home and not an establishment. That wasn't even open yet.
The hostility that emanated from his mind was palpable. There was no doubt about it, this had to be the mysterious stranger Weaver had gotten involved with. No one in Halo would take this kind of liberties with his family, and if it had been a local, Korbin would know who it was.
Dark wings unfurled soundlessly, and Korbin tilted down, let himself drop in a controlled dive down to the floor behind the man. He shifted then, landing on cat-quiet feet just behind his back.
"Not here," he said, hands tucked back into those same pockets.
The hostility that emanated from his mind was palpable. There was no doubt about it, this had to be the mysterious stranger Weaver had gotten involved with. No one in Halo would take this kind of liberties with his family, and if it had been a local, Korbin would know who it was.
Dark wings unfurled soundlessly, and Korbin tilted down, let himself drop in a controlled dive down to the floor behind the man. He shifted then, landing on cat-quiet feet just behind his back.
"Not here," he said, hands tucked back into those same pockets.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
