It’s not dying I’m afraid of
Her heart breaks for him, though she doesn’t show it. She shows him compassion, love, kindness, but not how her own heart shatters with his. There has always been a strange line in their relationship, one that Weaver has learned to tread on very careful. In many ways, she is both mother and sister to him, for he’d never gotten the luxury of time with his real mother. Weaver had filled that role, though she’d always done her best to do as much of it from the side of sister as she could.
It is perhaps why they are so close now. They were close even when Erebor was alive, and brought together even more when she’d lived instead of died. Though she acts as his sister, her heart breaks as a mother’s would. This is not something she can fix for him. She cannot stop the storm that rages in those blue eyes. John’s eyes. Soft and kind, deep and rich. So different from Weaver’s, from Straia’s. Korbin was most like his father, of all of them.
”There is always an us,” she tells him, because it would always be true. ”The shape of us though will change, and that’s okay. Because for once Korbin, you finally get a chance to be you. You don’t have to be all the things you hate just for us to survive. You get to be the things you want, and we’ll survive just fine.” The Kraai provided food for them, and though she would still hunt, they simply didn’t need to as much now. The Kraai provided the means to trade for all sorts of goods, giving him time to get out of the market more often. And whatever he did next would provide for them as well. For once, they didn’t have to worry about that. For once, they got to live.
It is perhaps why they are so close now. They were close even when Erebor was alive, and brought together even more when she’d lived instead of died. Though she acts as his sister, her heart breaks as a mother’s would. This is not something she can fix for him. She cannot stop the storm that rages in those blue eyes. John’s eyes. Soft and kind, deep and rich. So different from Weaver’s, from Straia’s. Korbin was most like his father, of all of them.
”There is always an us,” she tells him, because it would always be true. ”The shape of us though will change, and that’s okay. Because for once Korbin, you finally get a chance to be you. You don’t have to be all the things you hate just for us to survive. You get to be the things you want, and we’ll survive just fine.” The Kraai provided food for them, and though she would still hunt, they simply didn’t need to as much now. The Kraai provided the means to trade for all sorts of goods, giving him time to get out of the market more often. And whatever he did next would provide for them as well. For once, they didn’t have to worry about that. For once, they got to live.
weaver
it’s dying without ever having lived
