Noah
if there's a reason I'm still alive
when so many have died
when so many have died
The Festival began to grow, just as it always did. Noah's eyes wandered across those gathering to hang their lanterns. He saw so many that he knew, and among them were more friends than enemies. He gave a smile and wave towards Fox as he and Kiada approached closer towards Deimos and Evie, but Noah didn't stand in their way. Fox was his friend, but his relationship with Kiada was so full of unknowns, and today was not the time to reestablish whatever they were or could be.
Seeing a familiar wash of silvered hair, Noah turned. "Hadama." Noah said, closing the distance between him and the once-mer. Marcus was at his heels, Margot too, as commanded before even leaving Halo. "I'd like you to meet my children." He said, a broad smile working its way across his features as he placed two hands on either twins back, gently ushering them forward for the man to greet. "This is Marcus," he beamed down at his son, "and this is Margot." He said with just as much love and admiration.
Seeing a familiar wash of silvered hair, Noah turned. "Hadama." Noah said, closing the distance between him and the once-mer. Marcus was at his heels, Margot too, as commanded before even leaving Halo. "I'd like you to meet my children." He said, a broad smile working its way across his features as he placed two hands on either twins back, gently ushering them forward for the man to greet. "This is Marcus," he beamed down at his son, "and this is Margot." He said with just as much love and admiration.
then I'm willing to
wait for it
wait for it
