KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
Nostrils flared wide over lips pressed so tight they whitened when Loren touched his shoulder. He felt the reassurance snake through the bond, and resented it. There was an urge to snap even more, shake off the hand and reject everything about this. He was no wild creature to be placated, yet that was how he was treated. And he resented it even more because it worked.
Gods, what was it about this man that made him want to punch his teeth in so badly?
"What does it matter to you if I'm happy or not? Don't act like you care when you don't know anything."
He'd met this person all of three times, and yet here they were. Acting all familiar. Did having his life saved really change that much? It was not a bond Korbin wanted, and he was doing his best to reject it.
Gods, what was it about this man that made him want to punch his teeth in so badly?
"What does it matter to you if I'm happy or not? Don't act like you care when you don't know anything."
He'd met this person all of three times, and yet here they were. Acting all familiar. Did having his life saved really change that much? It was not a bond Korbin wanted, and he was doing his best to reject it.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
