KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
He did not anticipate understanding. Or expect it. Blinking like he'd been offered something rather puzzling indeed, Korbin gazed at the outstretched hand for a moment. Then he took it, rather hesitant, and was shocked to find the touch very cool, despite the climate. "Deal, I suppose," he agreed, his lopsided smile a bit wry. Teenage awkward. Korbin withdrew again, a bit quicker than he should. Never one for prolonged touch, especially not with strangers.
The comment to his question though... It was obvious, yet so bitterly familiar that he found himself nodding in agreement. He didn't miss the grief, or the attempt to cover it up.
"You lost someone." It wasn't really a question.
The comment to his question though... It was obvious, yet so bitterly familiar that he found himself nodding in agreement. He didn't miss the grief, or the attempt to cover it up.
"You lost someone." It wasn't really a question.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
