KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
Or... maybe it wasn't actually worth it. Not when the risk came out as a hiccup. Followed by another one. And another.
Fuck. Fuck this. Fuck everything.
Taking his lute and his wounded pride, Korbin got to his feet and shuffled slowly out of the shrine. Trailing the tatters of his hopes and dreams behind him like so much toilet paper stuck to the sole of his shoe.
Hic.
He might sleep on the roof tonight... To avoid getting laughed at too hard by Weaver.
Fuck. Fuck this. Fuck everything.
Taking his lute and his wounded pride, Korbin got to his feet and shuffled slowly out of the shrine. Trailing the tatters of his hopes and dreams behind him like so much toilet paper stuck to the sole of his shoe.
Hic.
He might sleep on the roof tonight... To avoid getting laughed at too hard by Weaver.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
