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?
No questions. No attempts to make him open up, no weedling or pleading. Korbin could have kissed her for that alone. For not asking. For not requesting. At least... not for more than he could give. Walking... yes, he could do that. Quietly he fell in beside her, letting Aisha pick which way to go. Back where he had come from, or through some other route. It didn't matter; he was only killing time anyway.
For a while, there was only silence. Broody, glum, a 'not okay' quiet in odds with the warm spring winds and the melting water. It should have been a time to smile and breathe and unfurl after the long winter. But such a flowerbirth was rare. Who ever emerged from the longest of nights without something weighing on their mind? This year... there was just more than usual.
"Your letter," he said after a while. "It came through. I met Safrin... she removed the curse. Thank you." He glanced down at her, not smiling but with something a little warmer coming into his gaze. He had doubted her, yet she proved him wrong. It wasn't often he came across truly trustworthy people.
For a while, there was only silence. Broody, glum, a 'not okay' quiet in odds with the warm spring winds and the melting water. It should have been a time to smile and breathe and unfurl after the long winter. But such a flowerbirth was rare. Who ever emerged from the longest of nights without something weighing on their mind? This year... there was just more than usual.
"Your letter," he said after a while. "It came through. I met Safrin... she removed the curse. Thank you." He glanced down at her, not smiling but with something a little warmer coming into his gaze. He had doubted her, yet she proved him wrong. It wasn't often he came across truly trustworthy people.
Doesn't matter if I hate you or embrace you
Nothing makes you turn around
Nothing makes you turn around
