KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
Korbin wasn't much of a fighter, but he did have the training for it. The kind of cocky, arrogant courage of a kid who thought himself able to get out of any pinch, and didn't get into scraps because he chose not to.
Well, turns out it was a really fucking stupid idea to creep up behind the back of a stranger that was not only as big as him - or bigger, really, but Korbin didn't want to admit that - but apparently a whole lot more keen on the whole dagger business. As the man whirled on him and grabbed a hold of his shirt by the collar, Korbin staggered back against the crates, the wood hard and stabby at his back, while a different kind of stabby was pressed to his throat. He got his arms up between his chest and the other man, fists clenched.
Lips pulled back in a startled snarl, blue eyes flashing in surprised anger at this unprovoked attack. "None of yor fucking business!" he snapped, and tried to shove the dude off. But as he pushed to straighten himself up, the blade of the dagger bit into his skin, drawing a thin line of crimson along his throat. Blood beaded along the edge of the cold metal.
It was far sharper than he'd thought possible. Korbin stilled. Emotions surging and swelling in the Attuned bond, anger and pain now mingling with a sudden tang of fear.
Well, turns out it was a really fucking stupid idea to creep up behind the back of a stranger that was not only as big as him - or bigger, really, but Korbin didn't want to admit that - but apparently a whole lot more keen on the whole dagger business. As the man whirled on him and grabbed a hold of his shirt by the collar, Korbin staggered back against the crates, the wood hard and stabby at his back, while a different kind of stabby was pressed to his throat. He got his arms up between his chest and the other man, fists clenched.
Lips pulled back in a startled snarl, blue eyes flashing in surprised anger at this unprovoked attack. "None of yor fucking business!" he snapped, and tried to shove the dude off. But as he pushed to straighten himself up, the blade of the dagger bit into his skin, drawing a thin line of crimson along his throat. Blood beaded along the edge of the cold metal.
It was far sharper than he'd thought possible. Korbin stilled. Emotions surging and swelling in the Attuned bond, anger and pain now mingling with a sudden tang of fear.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
