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?
He stared at her as she rattled on, talking like she knew him. As if they had been acquainted for years, and this was just the first time merting up after a long time apart. It made absolutely no sense. He had no idea what she was doing here, what she wanted, and frankly he didn't give a fuck about any of the things she advocated. It seemed like she really didn't grasp the part where he didn't care about food or filth or feeling better.
The thing that did get to him was the bottle in her hand. When she made to withdraw it, Korbin snatched it out of her grip and withdrew his guard on the door, turning as he retreated into the room. "You're crazy. Do whatever, I don't care."
A raven lived on his back. It was massive, life like, covering all of his upper back and shoulders. The beak opened into a silent caw along the back of his neck, the inkwork so detailed that it seemed to breathe when Korbin moved.
He had left the door open. Didn't have the energy to throw her out. The way he moved was over careful, the room spinning dangerously around him.
The very thought of food made him nauseous.
The thing that did get to him was the bottle in her hand. When she made to withdraw it, Korbin snatched it out of her grip and withdrew his guard on the door, turning as he retreated into the room. "You're crazy. Do whatever, I don't care."
A raven lived on his back. It was massive, life like, covering all of his upper back and shoulders. The beak opened into a silent caw along the back of his neck, the inkwork so detailed that it seemed to breathe when Korbin moved.
He had left the door open. Didn't have the energy to throw her out. The way he moved was over careful, the room spinning dangerously around him.
The very thought of food made him nauseous.
Doesn't matter if I hate you or embrace you
Nothing makes you turn around
Nothing makes you turn around
