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?
Korbin took a step back. Shied from the outstretched hand like a feral wolf, a skittish horse. He knew that kind of reaching hand, had been healed enough times without permission granted to be so easily accepting of touch. Korbin didn't even know if she actually had magic, but that weak, pitying attempt to soothe a hurt made him physically sick with revulsion. His lips curled, baring teeth that should have been sharp, but weren't. Yet the growl rumbled quietly in his throat all the same, and his eyes were cutting, shards of ice gone astray.
Another step away made sure she couldn't reach him. Korbin's gaze dropped to the bag of sweets she had dropped on the ground. They would be going cold now, and he really could not care less. The woman seemed lost in some reverie, speechless for once, and it was the only thing he might thank her for.
But like the idiot he accused her of being, she still did not leave. So he turned his back on her and shoved those trembling fists into the pockets of his coat, and started walking again. Away, fingers clenched, jaw set. Words were crowding on his tongue but he kept them unvoiced. Licked the blood from his lips and made it a reminder of what happened when people came close, when he lost control.
He didn't say anything. Afraid that she might take it as an invitation to follow.
Another step away made sure she couldn't reach him. Korbin's gaze dropped to the bag of sweets she had dropped on the ground. They would be going cold now, and he really could not care less. The woman seemed lost in some reverie, speechless for once, and it was the only thing he might thank her for.
But like the idiot he accused her of being, she still did not leave. So he turned his back on her and shoved those trembling fists into the pockets of his coat, and started walking again. Away, fingers clenched, jaw set. Words were crowding on his tongue but he kept them unvoiced. Licked the blood from his lips and made it a reminder of what happened when people came close, when he lost control.
He didn't say anything. Afraid that she might take it as an invitation to follow.
Doesn't matter if I hate you or embrace you
Nothing makes you turn around
Nothing makes you turn around
