It's too much to bear my darlin', the weight of the world
And I would carry it for you
The celestial energy around Noah continued to pulse in waves of immense pride. His glacier eyes were taken over by a heavenly gold, glittering with all of the same brilliance that his other, more offensive, abilities held. When Marcus lifted his bow, the Forsaken held his breath. He counted in his head all of the seconds the boy took to muster the readiness to shoot.
Time felt as if it had slowed down. Like his son, Noah was feeling it. His chest pounded with the hammering of his heart as the arrow released from the weapon. Golden-covered eyes followed it for the mere second it was in the air before he erupted.
Noah's arms unfurled and shot into the air, fists shooting up with the triumph. "Yes!" Came his great, bellowing cry of victory. He stumbled back slightly as his son threw himself against his torso, and curled his arms around him. "Well done, Marcus!" He laughed, the glowing around them only intensifying.
Time felt as if it had slowed down. Like his son, Noah was feeling it. His chest pounded with the hammering of his heart as the arrow released from the weapon. Golden-covered eyes followed it for the mere second it was in the air before he erupted.
Noah's arms unfurled and shot into the air, fists shooting up with the triumph. "Yes!" Came his great, bellowing cry of victory. He stumbled back slightly as his son threw himself against his torso, and curled his arms around him. "Well done, Marcus!" He laughed, the glowing around them only intensifying.
