KORBIN
Remember when I swore
That you and I would never die
That you and I would never die
Seeing her smile made everything better. It even made the disgusting piece of scraped off flesh she threw at him tolerable - if barely - though he gave her a look that promised he would pay her back in kind. Some other time, when she wasn't expecting it. Some of his old mischief was ghosting back into the blue of his eyes, not quite as bright as it used to be, but... not dead either.
There was still hope.
Content to let the discussion settle on a comparatively good note, Korbin nodded and shifted where he sat, reaching for the tools he'd collected earlier. Dull scrapes that would stretch the still damp hide without cutting it, removing any last lingering pieces of flesh while smoothing the surface.
"Leather or suede?" he asked; they could scrape the skin side too, remove the epidermis and make it velvet soft and absorbant. Or they would leave it, to create a supple, versatile leather that could be used for anything from knife sheathes to bags or clothing. It all depended on what Ludo planned to do with it.
Either way, he was content to keep working; it was nice to just sit there beside her, letting their hands do the talking while the silence settled over them both. Because they chose it, rather than because a fickle god or spirit tried to impose rules on their relation.
No one got to do that but them.
There was still hope.
Content to let the discussion settle on a comparatively good note, Korbin nodded and shifted where he sat, reaching for the tools he'd collected earlier. Dull scrapes that would stretch the still damp hide without cutting it, removing any last lingering pieces of flesh while smoothing the surface.
"Leather or suede?" he asked; they could scrape the skin side too, remove the epidermis and make it velvet soft and absorbant. Or they would leave it, to create a supple, versatile leather that could be used for anything from knife sheathes to bags or clothing. It all depended on what Ludo planned to do with it.
Either way, he was content to keep working; it was nice to just sit there beside her, letting their hands do the talking while the silence settled over them both. Because they chose it, rather than because a fickle god or spirit tried to impose rules on their relation.
No one got to do that but them.
Remember when you swore
we had it all?
we had it all?
