It's too much to bear my darlin', the weight of the world
And I would carry it for you
There was nothing but pride in the Forsaken's eyes as he watched his son. When the youngling looked to him for permission, Noah granted it with encouraging nods. He could barely contain his smile -- twice the work of his sister, and twice the tenacity. While Margot was quicker to temper than her twin, Marcus was displaying an impressive amount of grit in front of Noah. He did not want to stifle that; rather, he wanted to fuel those flames.
"Good form, son." He said, unable to shake the grin from his face even as the shadows continued to grow longer. He wasn't about the stop the boy as he moved on to the next set of drills, for each moment they spent together doing this task was adding more and more to Noah's own hope for the world's future. If Marcus could harness the grit, the persistence, the courage to press on when things got hard (and for a boy of ten who was an infant just weeks ago, this was hard) he couldn't even imagine how many incredible things he could do.
Thank you, Vi, Noah silently prayed, glacier eyes glowing as his own body began to pulse with celestial energy.
"Good form, son." He said, unable to shake the grin from his face even as the shadows continued to grow longer. He wasn't about the stop the boy as he moved on to the next set of drills, for each moment they spent together doing this task was adding more and more to Noah's own hope for the world's future. If Marcus could harness the grit, the persistence, the courage to press on when things got hard (and for a boy of ten who was an infant just weeks ago, this was hard) he couldn't even imagine how many incredible things he could do.
Thank you, Vi, Noah silently prayed, glacier eyes glowing as his own body began to pulse with celestial energy.
