I’ve seen suns that were freezing

Noah Olson We all want something to hold in the night We don't care if it hurts or we're holding too tight Noah's flowing celestial lights did not dissipate, still feeling the height of all of the rage within him. "You came to me, Sah." He said, voice still a near snarl. "You don't get to show up like that and tell me how to be a husband." Noah said simply, glacier eyes still hard on the once-wolf. Then, he pointed to his companion, "And if you don't want me to be angry, and defensive, and mean, then control him and control that." He pointed to the sky with the other hand. If Sah was going to come in all big and bad and mighty, then he would meet the wall that would remind him he didn't have the upper hand in these situations every time. The demigod would not be bullied. Relationships--marriages--were hard, even without the trauma wrapped up between them that Noah and Cordelia's held. "Am I not allowed mistakes? Am I so perfect that the second I do one thing that someone disapproves of they come to me with ready to attack wolves and all the strength of their magic?" "Am I such a faultless being, since I'm a fucking demigod?" Noah spat the word back towards Sah.