just a hole where my heart used to be

black hearts, the wicked never rest. i curse the day i let you in

so tell me dear,

She’s trying to check on him – because of course she is. She’d hurt him to keep him from leaving. And in turn, he’d tried every chance he could to hurt himself even more. She’s never been that low before, not aside from her breakdowns, and when she finds the footprints in the snow leading to a burned down building, she can only imagine she knows who is inside.

She wonders what he’s doing, first of all.

But she doesn’t announce her presence just yet, instead she slips inside – unannounced, uninvited, but if he’d been true in his words he’d not care. Her gaze flickers around the house and what was utterly and totally lost, spending a few moments recollecting on her own homes during the varying worlds she’d lived in. And when she finally finds Korbin, she notices it’s the kitchen.

The Harpy still says nothing, remaining as quiet as can be as she leans against a soot stained doorframe, still managing to stand relatively strong, letting her gaze wash over him. She has some sort of inkling what a place like this might bring back to the forefront of his mind. After all, she isn’t without her demons either – she’s just gotten used to them following, clinging to her with every step.

can your heart still break?

if it's already stopped breathing?

KIADA