AISHA
war is raging in my head
Aisha didn't really expect to meet anyone during her wandering, and even less to stop for them. She was so locked in on the anger, the bitterness, her eyes cast down at the rocks beneath her feet as if each and every one needed to be taken care of, scrutinized. She only looked up because she heard footsteps, and she didn't return to her patrolling only because she recognized the boy she saw.
He could so easily blend into a crowd, dark and sullen, shoulders forward and not seeking any spotlight. But she saw him now, and it was those pale hands stuffed into dark pockets that brought the tiniest glimpse of a smile to her lips. Only so small, for there wasn't much to be happy about. Korbin though, he was a warm and bright surprise, despite the coldness of his exterior.
Whether he wanted her to or not, Aisha began to walk in his direction, only to stop halfway to stare more. Her faint smile had dissipated, the closer she got the more she noticed. He seemed older somehow, perhaps more impassive than before. He recognized her, but he didn't respond, and maybe it was just who he was, but she felt as though something had changed. "Korbin," she said, a name on her lips and not much more. Once she'd prayed for him, and been excited to hear his story when they met again.
Was he excited now, was he capable? Or was she a stranger to him, just a girl.
He could so easily blend into a crowd, dark and sullen, shoulders forward and not seeking any spotlight. But she saw him now, and it was those pale hands stuffed into dark pockets that brought the tiniest glimpse of a smile to her lips. Only so small, for there wasn't much to be happy about. Korbin though, he was a warm and bright surprise, despite the coldness of his exterior.
Whether he wanted her to or not, Aisha began to walk in his direction, only to stop halfway to stare more. Her faint smile had dissipated, the closer she got the more she noticed. He seemed older somehow, perhaps more impassive than before. He recognized her, but he didn't respond, and maybe it was just who he was, but she felt as though something had changed. "Korbin," she said, a name on her lips and not much more. Once she'd prayed for him, and been excited to hear his story when they met again.
Was he excited now, was he capable? Or was she a stranger to him, just a girl.
don't know which side wants me dead
