sweet nothing

Her smile is shaky at best, but no less beautiful. A quiet huff of a laugh bubbling up in her chest as he spoke, "So reassuring." She murmured, glancing over at him as he downshifted, bringing them closer to her childhood home. Cordelia knew that he was nervous. They both were. She hadn't brought anyone home before and Noah hadn't had family in so long that this whole concept was almost foreign to him now. She didn't doubt that things would be fine. Noah was impossible not to like. He was kind, loyal, a hard worker, and her biggest supporter. She couldn't ask for a better partner. It was a bit of a whirlwind romance to be sure. Their meeting and what came from it. She'd been stranded on the side of the road with a flat tire and a ruined spare. Rain pouring down, soaking her to the bone, and making it impossible to see. Now, Cordelia wasn't typically described as a damsel in distress, but that night she had been. And Noah? Well, he'd been her knight in shining armor. He pulled her from her reveries, attention snapping to him and then the white farmhouse that sat up on the hill ahead of them, a shaky breath pushing past her lips. "This is it." She confirmed as they turned up the gravel drive, passing a sign that read Limore Creek Farm in scrolling font, "You can park in the front." Cordelia murmured as they drove past the pastures, a few horses grazing lazily in the crisp fall air, heads lifting as his truck went by. She waited until he shifted into park to unbuckle her seatbelt, pushing open the slightly creaky door before her heeled feet found their way onto the gravel below, "Last chance to turn back.." Cordelia said as he came to her side, lifting a dark brow, amber eyes searching his features for any sign that he was ready to bolt. the shrike

I feel a lavender haze creeping up on me