What matters most is how well you walk through the fire.
Korbin had made it perfectly clear he didn’t want to be pushed, and so she isn’t going to push. Well, not much, because honestly she’d be remiss in her role as sister if she didn’t kick him out of his comfort zone a little bit. He couldn’t just continue to wallow in himself so much that he failed to see what was going on around him. Loren needed a friend as much as Korbin did, whether Korbin liked it or not. The question was only whether or not Korbin would figure out how to open his frozen heart again, and she knows that will take time.
But really, he’d been so involved in himself that he’d missed the obvious. At least it felt obvious, though she did have a pretty good poker face. Still, she is surprised her brother has to ask why she keeps defending the Grand Healer. Maybe she shouldn’t be though, because he’s not wrong in his response. They are a highly unlikely pairing, and perhaps she’s as surprised by the way she feels as everyone else will be. Or maybe not. The only truly surprising thing was that she actually liked anyone at all.
Weaver just laughs at his response, not offended, but amused. Though he can’t hear it, he can certainly see the laugh, the way it crinkles her eyes and twists the corners of her mouth up. Weaver grabs the paper with a smirk. One, you are weedy pushover. Two, if that’s all you see in him, maybe you ought to look a little harder, brother. Three, I’m going to wear the pants in any relationship anyway. Two jokes in there, but still, all of it was true. Her brother was a weedy pushover, but he was so much more. Loren was also a weedy pushover, but he was so much more too. And really, she would absolutely wear the pants should she ever be in a proper relationship.
Though Loren had plenty to offer her, even if no one else saw it. Then again, Weaver usually sees what others do not. He tempers her, calms her fire without snuffing it out. He is her equal in a very different way. The eye of her storm, able to pull truth from her so damn easily as she pulls truth from him. It is easy to talk to him, easy to admit all the things she does not even tell her brother. Cannot tell her brother, really, for there are things he does not and should not know. After all, so much of her life has been shaped by Korbin, by who she needed to be for him. Though he has always worn how she has shaped him on his sleeve, Weaver doesn’t let him know. She doesn’t want him to feel guilty, or responsible, or anything else. But with Loren, she can be honest. She can be herself, and it is strange and freeing and beautiful.
But really, he’d been so involved in himself that he’d missed the obvious. At least it felt obvious, though she did have a pretty good poker face. Still, she is surprised her brother has to ask why she keeps defending the Grand Healer. Maybe she shouldn’t be though, because he’s not wrong in his response. They are a highly unlikely pairing, and perhaps she’s as surprised by the way she feels as everyone else will be. Or maybe not. The only truly surprising thing was that she actually liked anyone at all.
Weaver just laughs at his response, not offended, but amused. Though he can’t hear it, he can certainly see the laugh, the way it crinkles her eyes and twists the corners of her mouth up. Weaver grabs the paper with a smirk. One, you are weedy pushover. Two, if that’s all you see in him, maybe you ought to look a little harder, brother. Three, I’m going to wear the pants in any relationship anyway. Two jokes in there, but still, all of it was true. Her brother was a weedy pushover, but he was so much more. Loren was also a weedy pushover, but he was so much more too. And really, she would absolutely wear the pants should she ever be in a proper relationship.
Though Loren had plenty to offer her, even if no one else saw it. Then again, Weaver usually sees what others do not. He tempers her, calms her fire without snuffing it out. He is her equal in a very different way. The eye of her storm, able to pull truth from her so damn easily as she pulls truth from him. It is easy to talk to him, easy to admit all the things she does not even tell her brother. Cannot tell her brother, really, for there are things he does not and should not know. After all, so much of her life has been shaped by Korbin, by who she needed to be for him. Though he has always worn how she has shaped him on his sleeve, Weaver doesn’t let him know. She doesn’t want him to feel guilty, or responsible, or anything else. But with Loren, she can be honest. She can be herself, and it is strange and freeing and beautiful.
Weaver
