KORBIN
But what does it take to break you, to awake you?
To make you bow and spit it out?
To make you bow and spit it out?
The boy bristled, but didn't reply. That's all he was, really; a boy. Tall and dark and broody, sure, but beyond the twist of the mouth and the haze of alcohol in his eyes there was only pain. Grief and anger and something lost, that he desperately tried and failed to hide.
A few of the locals at an adjacent table turned to stare at the woman, like she was crazy. When Korbin's gritted teeth and stony silence suggested he wasn't going to reply, one large red-whiskered man tipped his chair back and leaned in towards Delphine.
"Korbin's the Warden Weaver's brother, lass. I'd leave well enough alone, if I were you," he told her. Then quickly retreated back to his own drink when Korbin's black gaze landed on him.
A few of the locals at an adjacent table turned to stare at the woman, like she was crazy. When Korbin's gritted teeth and stony silence suggested he wasn't going to reply, one large red-whiskered man tipped his chair back and leaned in towards Delphine.
"Korbin's the Warden Weaver's brother, lass. I'd leave well enough alone, if I were you," he told her. Then quickly retreated back to his own drink when Korbin's black gaze landed on him.
Doesn't matter if I hate you or embrace you
Nothing makes you turn around
Nothing makes you turn around
