KORBIN
And my hands are not clean,
maybe they never will be
maybe they never will be
It was a bit like seeing a cat lap cream from a bowl. It was all her smile brought to mind. Pleased, a bit smug looking, to his eyes... and altogether annoying. He didn't need the scribbled word to see what she thought about it, and in a very contrary way, the boy suddenly wished he hadn't done it. Taken the job, or told her about it. Either, both.
She was really a bit too happy about it, and his eyes narrowed suspiciously at her.
"It's just a job," he told her with rough voice, and there was something flat in his gaze. Hard, even, like the blue of flint. It rejected any notion she might nurse that there were anything behind the decision other than his usual hunt for profit.
To be honest, his argument with the Healer had quite smothered what enthusiasm he might have nursed about the job. Only stubborn pride kept him from backing out again.
She was really a bit too happy about it, and his eyes narrowed suspiciously at her.
"It's just a job," he told her with rough voice, and there was something flat in his gaze. Hard, even, like the blue of flint. It rejected any notion she might nurse that there were anything behind the decision other than his usual hunt for profit.
To be honest, his argument with the Healer had quite smothered what enthusiasm he might have nursed about the job. Only stubborn pride kept him from backing out again.
But they can still carry you home
when you are ready to sleep
when you are ready to sleep
