Lonely shadows following me
Lonely ghosts come a-calling
Lonely ghosts come a-calling
These were not Weaver's fancy drinks, that one lingered over to savor the taste. It was pissy, sour, burned like nettles in the throat, but it set the blood buzzing far quicker. As his stomach began to burn, the head turned lighter. In between one drink and the next, Korbin could almost pretend that he was alright.
Then the weight of it all came crashing back down, and he downed the next glass. Waiting for oblivion to set in.
But even here there were busybodies, and Korbin turned slowly towards the woman when she addressed him. His blue eyes appeared almost black in the dim light as he looked her up and down. Her face was vaguely familiar; one of the tanners, if he recalled right. Not one he usually traded with though.
"Bedlice need drink too. Thought I'd make them do cartwheels for their trouble." The smile he attempted was a mockery of what it had used to be. Too wide, too many teeth, and it stopped dead at the eyes. "Besides, I burned my bed. This is better than the elder's lodge."
Turning back to the bar, Korbin tapped the counter for a refill.
Then the weight of it all came crashing back down, and he downed the next glass. Waiting for oblivion to set in.
But even here there were busybodies, and Korbin turned slowly towards the woman when she addressed him. His blue eyes appeared almost black in the dim light as he looked her up and down. Her face was vaguely familiar; one of the tanners, if he recalled right. Not one he usually traded with though.
"Bedlice need drink too. Thought I'd make them do cartwheels for their trouble." The smile he attempted was a mockery of what it had used to be. Too wide, too many teeth, and it stopped dead at the eyes. "Besides, I burned my bed. This is better than the elder's lodge."
Turning back to the bar, Korbin tapped the counter for a refill.
Thousand voices dead at my feet
Now I'm gone, now I'm gone, now I'm gone
Now I'm gone, now I'm gone, now I'm gone
