KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
It was something Erebor might have done. Or Weaver. That casual acceptance of his mood, and the same casual refusal to bend to it. He was so startled by the familiarity of it that Korbin didn't even think to shrug off the arm - though he did duck away from the hand that tousled his hair. He felt... awkward. Unusual. Like he wanted to cry, for some reason, which really wasn't going to happen.
The worst part was, that Loren was right. It was his views that were messed up. Why else would he hide them so deep down? Why else keep up the glib mask of laughing casualness whenever he went out among the people of Halo? They didn't deserve his bleak outlook on the world... so he didn't trouble them with it.
"What do you want then?" he asked, voice not entirely steady. Not quite relaxed or comfortable with having someone this close, but.. It was not like he was about to run either. Where would he go?
The worst part was, that Loren was right. It was his views that were messed up. Why else would he hide them so deep down? Why else keep up the glib mask of laughing casualness whenever he went out among the people of Halo? They didn't deserve his bleak outlook on the world... so he didn't trouble them with it.
"What do you want then?" he asked, voice not entirely steady. Not quite relaxed or comfortable with having someone this close, but.. It was not like he was about to run either. Where would he go?
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
