KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
He watched her trace the letters, and smiled wearily at the message. Here, now, in this moment, he believed her like never before. It took family to set aside the kind of harm they'd done to each other and end up here, like this. It was surreal, how they could cut each other to pieces with sharp knives, only to snuggle on a bed like nothing happened. But such was the life of the Hale's. Always had been a mad rollercoaster, even while they were all alive. Korbin didn't remember much from that hazy, golden time, but he did remember that.
Shifting, Korbin raised his head and sat up a bit more, pushed himself higher up on the pillows. Gathering his sister up in his arms, he tucked her in beneath his own chin, to return the favor. She was always the strong one, always the one who held herself together. And maybe that's just how she was, how she wanted to be... but if they were already using this day to break, he at least wanted to offer her the chance to do so. If she felt like it. In case she needed it.
And if the Scythe proved to be just a young woman like any other, capable of shedding blood and tears alike... it would stay a family secret. Korbin wasn't going to tell.
Shifting, Korbin raised his head and sat up a bit more, pushed himself higher up on the pillows. Gathering his sister up in his arms, he tucked her in beneath his own chin, to return the favor. She was always the strong one, always the one who held herself together. And maybe that's just how she was, how she wanted to be... but if they were already using this day to break, he at least wanted to offer her the chance to do so. If she felt like it. In case she needed it.
And if the Scythe proved to be just a young woman like any other, capable of shedding blood and tears alike... it would stay a family secret. Korbin wasn't going to tell.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
