Corbin spends a lot of time thinking about the other worlds he's heard of and what it might be like if he somehow was able to follow one of them home. Or if they could follow him home. He thinks about introducing Harry, or Caleb, or Miss Glinda, or Peony to his parents, of getting to see what their homes were really like, and how he might fit into their lives, or them into his. Not that he wants to leave his home and his family, and he's sure they don't want to leave theirs. But it's interesting to think about sometimes, at least until it makes him sad that he can't, that some day they're going to leave and forget about him, or that he'll leave and forget about them.
It's harder to fall here, and he scrambles around til he gets to a good spot, there's a chimney nearby putting out some smoke, and the brick of it is warm to the touch. The view faces over the gardens and the town and the Wilds beyond in a direction that, if they were to stay up here, would give a spectacular view of the sunset in the orange sky. "Here we are. I think the chimney's for the kitchens, it's always bein used and it's nice and warm if you ever come up here in winter." Not as warm as being inside, but it was still nice.
...Harry thinks so. He's not sure what they'd make of this place or the...friends...Harry's made. He'd like it, he thinks, to see the people he misses meet the new people he..c a res about. Ugh. Feelings. Gross.
Harry leans against the warm chimney stack. "Ah, this's nice." He'll have to come up here when it gets cool out.
Corbin grabs another sack hidden in one of those weird little spots in the roof and pulls out a large comfortable quilt, slightly on the threadbare side, which explains why no one in the castle had missed it, along with a small case and a flask.
"Even nicer under this." He shakes the quilt out and settles down next to Harry, draping it over the both of them, trapping the heat from the roof and their bodies and the chimney all underneath as he settles down next to the other young man. He gives a content sigh as he sits against the warm brick.
"Thanks for callin" he says after a long moment. He knows that Harry had been looking for Caleb, and that he hasn't had a reason to check in on Corbin, he'd still been going to work and had been acting mostly normal. He's more just glad to have someone to talk to.
And there's a blanket and snacks, this is a sweet dealio. Harry slides an arm around Corbin's waist and leans against him. "Yeh plan well."
Harry's a little quiet for a minute.
"I wanted t'see yeh too," he admits quietly. "I was..." Ugh, vulnerability. "Worried. 'N lonely." He was scared and he wanted to be around someone he feels safe around is that what Corbin wants to hear |||::::
Corbin isn't embarrassed to admit that he's needed something like this, sitting and being close with someone, and he curls up with Harry, leaning against him in turn and enjoying the warmth. "I like leavin things in places I know I'm gonna come back to. Crows can't carry a whole lot, so you gotta plan ahead."
He lets the silence play out, he doesn't mind quiet, and it's the kind where it feels like it's waiting to be filled.
"Yeah?" Corbin chuckles, but just the once, and it sounds sad. "Shoulda called you a coupla days ago. I was feelin the same. Have been. Guess we coulda both used the company." He slides his hand down to find Harry's, lacing their fingers together underneath the blanket, just enjoying the other young man's presence.
Harry can enjoy it without admitting he wants it, that something within him just wants to curl up with the people he cares about and feel safe and cozy--out loud. "That's real smart, Corb. I gotta remember that."
He glances down at where their hands are probably under the blanket, curling his fingers around Corbin's. Ugh. Handholding.
He likes it. Gross. "Yeah, I'm pretty brave," he braggs, tossing his hair out of his eyes. "Yeh can call me though. If yeh feel like that again." Or whatever.
Corbin just smiles, not minding the bravado in Harry's voice, it's pretty much just how Harry is, and he likes it. "Careful, you'll have me callin at three in the mornin cause I want someone to cuddle with." Then again, if he knew it was welcome, he just might. He would deal with it if he didn't think the other person would appreciate it, but if he knew that Harry wouldn't mind...
"Ugh no, don't wake me up." Harry might be awake, who knows.
"I guess yeh could come crawl in with me," he adds idly. "'less the door's locked." Then no one's welcome. "Be warned, I might have company." He gives Caleb a roguish wink and settles a little closer against him.
"So you're okay with some random person crawlin in bed with you at 3, but not someone callin you?" Corbin turns his head to look at Harry with a 'really?' kind of look and then shrugs. He likes to make sure he's welcome first he supposes.
"Well, if you don't mind you might just end up with some more folks to cuddle with. Might need a bigger bed if it happens too much." Not that he minds the idea, or everyone cuddled on the floor with a bunch of blankets and pillows. That would be nice, just being... surrounded by people that wanted him around and that he liked being around. He'd like that. It was a nice idea.
"You're not random." Harry bumps his forehead against Corbin's. Bop. "'S a difference between someone botherin' yeh in the wee hours'f the morning and gettin' an unexpected cuddle. Probably won't try to stab yeh," he adds. "Anyway, 's invitation only."
Random people crawling in with him? People he doesn't trust? Nah. A few people might be invited though.
Corbin chuckles, smiling at the forehead bump, and leaning forward in the hopes of holding it there for a second. "Alright. I might do that. Really appreciate not bein stabbed. I'm allergic to knives in me."
He is totally going to accept that invitation, and he really does appreciate it. "'Sopen for you too. You ever feel like you need some comp'ny, m' doors open." He smiles a bit, he's been tired and lonely, but he feels better right now curled up against Harry, knowing that the pirate would be fine with him just popping into his room because he needed a snuggle.
"Y'know, you're not the only one?" Harry lets out a long sigh. "The things we look after, I dunno, so many of yeh allergic t'knives. Havin' to change a lot, me."
It's so difficult, not stabbing people he likes. Sigh.
"Mmh. Noted." He likes how Corbin sleeps, in that giant pile of blankets and pillows arranged less like a bed and more like a nest. Anyway it's hard for Harry to vocalize what he needs, much better for him to just....take it. Like crawling into bed with a boy he likes and just wrapping around him.
"I figure it's an awful common allergy, knives. Sorry you gotta deal with it so much." He gives him a nudge under the blanket and squeezes his hand.
"Good." He gets that Harry has a hard time saying things, it's painfully obvious once you had known him for a bit and if you actually paid attention.
He opens his mouth to say something and then closes it, making a little sort of grumbling noise as he curls up closer to Harry, tucking himself against him as a bit of a wind starts blowing over the roofline.
Corbin watches as the wind stirs his hair and he can almost see him clinging to the rigging of a ship for a moment. Gods, Harry is such a dramatic bitch.
It's great.
He shakes his head from where he's tucked up. "So long as you stay there I'll be fine." Harry is warm, and he's tucked away from any sort of wind, so between Harry and the chimney and the blanket he's downright cozy.
If Corbin doesn't want to see Harry being a dramatic bitch he should probably stop dating him.
"Sounds sappy." But he's making no move to leave. ANd maybe his arm tightens a little briefly, just to make sure Corbin stays nice and cozy and next to him.
Harry being a dramatic bitch is a feature, not a bug of this relationship. Corbin loves watching Harry be dramatic, and it always makes him smile a bit.
"Hm, yeah guess it kinda does. Good thing I don't mind bein sappy." The thing that stopped him so often was that the words always felt so awkward, but at least that hadn't. That had sounded just fine. Maybe he was getting better at this whole thing?
It's also part of his job description? Pirate, hello. He's just a dramatic person, but when he's soft and honest it's when he's being vulnerable.
He makes a faintly disgusted sound, and then presses his cheek to the top of Corbin's head. Don't listen to his words or sounds, Corbin, look at what he's doing.
Considering Harry had to be under the influence of a literal truth potion to mention that he had anything other than friendly bro feelings for Corbin, he figures it's best not to focus too much on Harry's words when he's his usual self. Harry is like Caleb in a way. He says he cares on hundreds of other ways that have nothing to do with saying a specific set of words.
"Guess I'll just be the sappy one then." He smiles, he doesn't mind, though he wishes he could press closer, but if he did that he'd be in Harry's lap. He had missed just having someone to have close contact with after Caleb had disappeared, and he's aching for it now. And as the wind blows over the roof and moans past their little hidey hole he's kicking himself for not reaching out to Harry sooner. He should have. But there's nothing he can do about it now other than cuddle close wit him and make up for lost time.
No you don't understand, if he keeps his feelings to himself then one day they'll just go away and stop bothering him and everyone around him! That truth potion ruined his life.
Ruined...as he's wrapped around Corbin and has a maybe date with Caleb (whenever the wizard is returned to them) and can feel safe and comfortable. And. Peaceful? He's never really felt what that's like, but he think he might be enjoying it now.
Hmmm, Corbin doubts that's how these things usually work. If asked, he would also doubt that Harry's life was "ruined" by the potion.
He's silent for a long moment, thinking about things, about Harry, since with him here the ever present throb that is missing Caleb has ebbed enough that he can think about something other than worrying about Caleb or whatever it was that he was currently distracting himself with so that he didn't have to worry about Caleb. Turning things over in his mind, looking at them from a few different angles. Coming to some conclusions that he should have come to awhile ago if he'd given himself the space to think about them.
"Hey Harry?" He pauses, afraid to say anything more for a very long second and fuck something up.
Well if all Corbin wanted was distraction, Harry can certainly provide that! Even. If he doesn't really feel up to all of that maybe? Maybe it's just nice to just sit here with a boy he likes who knows he likes him. Maybe it's not the end of everything.
"You remember, a while back. When... nevermind." No need to bring up the whole potion part, not relevant. "When you were bein real honest about shit? Well, I been thinkin about it. You're more'n my best friend. And I shoulda said somethin' sooner. I like spending time around you. And... I like you." He says it quietly, a little bit worried that he might have waited too long to actually say anything. Or that Harry might think he was only saying it because he was lonely and missing Caleb.
Harry is uncharacteristically quiet while Corbin speaks, even lacking the air of restlessness. There's a tenseness though, like he's considering getting up and yeeting himself off the roof.
He's not....not. There's not a lot of trees to safely land in though, at this height. He doesn't know why he's gotta run, this is what he wanted, right? ..but what if Corbin's only saying it because he's lonely?
........but what if he means it? Harry now understand the reactions Corbin and Caleb both had when he made his confessions. What the fuck do you say. "Yeh don't have to say it if yeh don't mean it," he says quietly, leaning his head against the top of Corbin's instead of pulling away and finding an escape like he kind of desperately wants to.
The tension makes Corbin want to hold on, he doesn't think he'd do anything stupid if Harry just up and left, but he really doesn't want him to. But... Harry's like their damn barncat that is more likely to scratch and hiss if you try to hold him tight. So it's hard, but he stays still. Very still, almost like Harry is a wild animal that might start if he moves too quickly.
"I don't do that shit, you know it. I'm nice, but I don't lie bout how I feel." He might not walk up to someone and tell him that he didn't like them, but he wouldn't have volunteered the information to Harry if he didn't really feel like this. "I thought about it, a lot. And it snuck up on me, cause what we got, it's kinda... all tangled up? Bein your friend and bein... more'n that. And I wanted to be sure b'fore I said anythin." He wriggles just enough that he can turn and actually look at Harry.
"I mean it. Swear on it." He gave him a small, soft smile. Would he have said anything just yet if Caleb had been here? Maybe not, but he likes to think that if he and Harry were up here together he'd say it anyway, whether Caleb was around or not. It just... hadn't felt right before.
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It's harder to fall here, and he scrambles around til he gets to a good spot, there's a chimney nearby putting out some smoke, and the brick of it is warm to the touch. The view faces over the gardens and the town and the Wilds beyond in a direction that, if they were to stay up here, would give a spectacular view of the sunset in the orange sky. "Here we are. I think the chimney's for the kitchens, it's always bein used and it's nice and warm if you ever come up here in winter." Not as warm as being inside, but it was still nice.
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...Harry thinks so. He's not sure what they'd make of this place or the...friends...Harry's made. He'd like it, he thinks, to see the people he misses meet the new people he..c a res about. Ugh. Feelings. Gross.
Harry leans against the warm chimney stack. "Ah, this's nice." He'll have to come up here when it gets cool out.
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"Even nicer under this." He shakes the quilt out and settles down next to Harry, draping it over the both of them, trapping the heat from the roof and their bodies and the chimney all underneath as he settles down next to the other young man. He gives a content sigh as he sits against the warm brick.
"Thanks for callin" he says after a long moment. He knows that Harry had been looking for Caleb, and that he hasn't had a reason to check in on Corbin, he'd still been going to work and had been acting mostly normal. He's more just glad to have someone to talk to.
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Harry's a little quiet for a minute.
"I wanted t'see yeh too," he admits quietly. "I was..." Ugh, vulnerability. "Worried. 'N lonely." He was scared and he wanted to be around someone he feels safe around is that what Corbin wants to hear |||::::
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He lets the silence play out, he doesn't mind quiet, and it's the kind where it feels like it's waiting to be filled.
"Yeah?" Corbin chuckles, but just the once, and it sounds sad. "Shoulda called you a coupla days ago. I was feelin the same. Have been. Guess we coulda both used the company." He slides his hand down to find Harry's, lacing their fingers together underneath the blanket, just enjoying the other young man's presence.
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He glances down at where their hands are probably under the blanket, curling his fingers around Corbin's. Ugh. Handholding.
He likes it. Gross. "Yeah, I'm pretty brave," he braggs, tossing his hair out of his eyes. "Yeh can call me though. If yeh feel like that again." Or whatever.
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"I guess yeh could come crawl in with me," he adds idly. "'less the door's locked." Then no one's welcome. "Be warned, I might have company." He gives Caleb a roguish wink and settles a little closer against him.
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"Well, if you don't mind you might just end up with some more folks to cuddle with. Might need a bigger bed if it happens too much." Not that he minds the idea, or everyone cuddled on the floor with a bunch of blankets and pillows. That would be nice, just being... surrounded by people that wanted him around and that he liked being around. He'd like that. It was a nice idea.
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Random people crawling in with him? People he doesn't trust? Nah. A few people might be invited though.
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He is totally going to accept that invitation, and he really does appreciate it. "'Sopen for you too. You ever feel like you need some comp'ny, m' doors open." He smiles a bit, he's been tired and lonely, but he feels better right now curled up against Harry, knowing that the pirate would be fine with him just popping into his room because he needed a snuggle.
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It's so difficult, not stabbing people he likes. Sigh.
"Mmh. Noted." He likes how Corbin sleeps, in that giant pile of blankets and pillows arranged less like a bed and more like a nest. Anyway it's hard for Harry to vocalize what he needs, much better for him to just....take it. Like crawling into bed with a boy he likes and just wrapping around him.
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"Good." He gets that Harry has a hard time saying things, it's painfully obvious once you had known him for a bit and if you actually paid attention.
He opens his mouth to say something and then closes it, making a little sort of grumbling noise as he curls up closer to Harry, tucking himself against him as a bit of a wind starts blowing over the roofline.
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Harry lifts his head for the wind, as though he'll catch a hint of distant seabreeze on it, and curls his arm tighter around Corbin. "Cold?"
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It's great.
He shakes his head from where he's tucked up. "So long as you stay there I'll be fine." Harry is warm, and he's tucked away from any sort of wind, so between Harry and the chimney and the blanket he's downright cozy.
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"Sounds sappy." But he's making no move to leave. ANd maybe his arm tightens a little briefly, just to make sure Corbin stays nice and cozy and next to him.
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"Hm, yeah guess it kinda does. Good thing I don't mind bein sappy." The thing that stopped him so often was that the words always felt so awkward, but at least that hadn't. That had sounded just fine. Maybe he was getting better at this whole thing?
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He's just a dramatic person, but when he's soft and honest it's when he's being vulnerable.
He makes a faintly disgusted sound, and then presses his cheek to the top of Corbin's head. Don't listen to his words or sounds, Corbin, look at what he's doing.
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"Guess I'll just be the sappy one then." He smiles, he doesn't mind, though he wishes he could press closer, but if he did that he'd be in Harry's lap. He had missed just having someone to have close contact with after Caleb had disappeared, and he's aching for it now. And as the wind blows over the roof and moans past their little hidey hole he's kicking himself for not reaching out to Harry sooner. He should have. But there's nothing he can do about it now other than cuddle close wit him and make up for lost time.
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Ruined...as he's wrapped around Corbin and has a maybe date with Caleb (whenever the wizard is returned to them) and can feel safe and comfortable. And. Peaceful? He's never really felt what that's like, but he think he might be enjoying it now.
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He's silent for a long moment, thinking about things, about Harry, since with him here the ever present throb that is missing Caleb has ebbed enough that he can think about something other than worrying about Caleb or whatever it was that he was currently distracting himself with so that he didn't have to worry about Caleb. Turning things over in his mind, looking at them from a few different angles. Coming to some conclusions that he should have come to awhile ago if he'd given himself the space to think about them.
"Hey Harry?" He pauses, afraid to say anything more for a very long second and fuck something up.
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....maybe. Less ruined.
Well if all Corbin wanted was distraction, Harry can certainly provide that!
Even. If he doesn't really feel up to all of that maybe? Maybe it's just nice to just sit here with a boy he likes who knows he likes him. Maybe it's not the end of everything.
"Hm?"
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He's not....not. There's not a lot of trees to safely land in though, at this height. He doesn't know why he's gotta run, this is what he wanted, right?
..but what if Corbin's only saying it because he's lonely?
........but what if he means it? Harry now understand the reactions Corbin and Caleb both had when he made his confessions. What the fuck do you say. "Yeh don't have to say it if yeh don't mean it," he says quietly, leaning his head against the top of Corbin's instead of pulling away and finding an escape like he kind of desperately wants to.
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"I don't do that shit, you know it. I'm nice, but I don't lie bout how I feel." He might not walk up to someone and tell him that he didn't like them, but he wouldn't have volunteered the information to Harry if he didn't really feel like this. "I thought about it, a lot. And it snuck up on me, cause what we got, it's kinda... all tangled up? Bein your friend and bein... more'n that. And I wanted to be sure b'fore I said anythin." He wriggles just enough that he can turn and actually look at Harry.
"I mean it. Swear on it." He gave him a small, soft smile. Would he have said anything just yet if Caleb had been here? Maybe not, but he likes to think that if he and Harry were up here together he'd say it anyway, whether Caleb was around or not. It just... hadn't felt right before.
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