KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
The boy flinched when Sunjata approached. Fully expected a fist to come flying in addition to the mental blast. He was in no shape to guard against it, no more than he could shield from the torrent of turbulent emotion. But there came no blow. Just words, that came drifting towards him from very far away. He heard them, but couldn't think clearly enough to even consider them, let alone accept the message.
The onslaught of darkness ceased, but the echo of it kept ringing inside him, like the reverberations of a bell struck too hard. Near the breaking point.
Then came everything else. Warmth, love, hope, comfort, and those too struck the chords within him. Because really, Korbin had all of that too. It was just... buried, beneath the rest. Half forgotten, except for the times when he remembered to actually look at his sister.
He tried to ward himself against it. All of it. But he couldn't escape it, had nowhere to run to hide from this kind of thing... And what little resolve he maintained to keep himself together cracked. Broke open, was washed away.
A sob tore from the boy, a sound that seemed to come from someplace deep within. Soon followed by another, until he sat there in the sand crying like the kid he was supposed to be.
Gods... when had he cried last? Truly shed tears like this?
He didn't even remember.
The onslaught of darkness ceased, but the echo of it kept ringing inside him, like the reverberations of a bell struck too hard. Near the breaking point.
Then came everything else. Warmth, love, hope, comfort, and those too struck the chords within him. Because really, Korbin had all of that too. It was just... buried, beneath the rest. Half forgotten, except for the times when he remembered to actually look at his sister.
He tried to ward himself against it. All of it. But he couldn't escape it, had nowhere to run to hide from this kind of thing... And what little resolve he maintained to keep himself together cracked. Broke open, was washed away.
A sob tore from the boy, a sound that seemed to come from someplace deep within. Soon followed by another, until he sat there in the sand crying like the kid he was supposed to be.
Gods... when had he cried last? Truly shed tears like this?
He didn't even remember.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
