KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
How did you remember what 'whole' felt like, when you'd started breaking before the self had even fully formed? What defined you other than pain and grief, when they were companions that had always been there? Oh, he might be well off in some ways, but just because someone else had it worse, it didn't invalidate his own feelings. He still felt what he felt, and right now everything was fucking hurting.
Funny thing was, he couldn't quite remember how this had begun. Why was he breaking apart on a beach in Torchline? Who was this guy that sat quietly beside him, offering a gut punch and a support Korbin had stopped expecting from anyone years ago? What had he been raging about, and why did the steady comfort streaming down that hateful bond touch him so deeply?
Weaver was amazing, and he loved her to insanity, but there was something different about this. Maybe it was because they were Attuned, and could speak without words. Maybe it was just because Sunjata was a guy, and Korbin really needed that brother he had lost.
Maybe it was just the right place and time, and Sunjata the unfortunate soul who got the honor of dealing with him.
It really did not matter. Korbin kept sobbing, until no more tears would come and he was left feeling raw. Hollow and empty, like he'd been wrung dry. But... there was something within him that eased, with it all. Like some dreadful burden had been lifted, ever so slightly.
He drew a deep, shuddering breath. Shifted, and wiped at his face.
"I'm... I'm sorry." His voice was as raw as his insides. But the words were heartfelt, and genuine. There was an echo of regret in the bond... for lashing out like that.
Funny thing was, he couldn't quite remember how this had begun. Why was he breaking apart on a beach in Torchline? Who was this guy that sat quietly beside him, offering a gut punch and a support Korbin had stopped expecting from anyone years ago? What had he been raging about, and why did the steady comfort streaming down that hateful bond touch him so deeply?
Weaver was amazing, and he loved her to insanity, but there was something different about this. Maybe it was because they were Attuned, and could speak without words. Maybe it was just because Sunjata was a guy, and Korbin really needed that brother he had lost.
Maybe it was just the right place and time, and Sunjata the unfortunate soul who got the honor of dealing with him.
It really did not matter. Korbin kept sobbing, until no more tears would come and he was left feeling raw. Hollow and empty, like he'd been wrung dry. But... there was something within him that eased, with it all. Like some dreadful burden had been lifted, ever so slightly.
He drew a deep, shuddering breath. Shifted, and wiped at his face.
"I'm... I'm sorry." His voice was as raw as his insides. But the words were heartfelt, and genuine. There was an echo of regret in the bond... for lashing out like that.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
