a dream from which we cannot wake

Draw the cat eye, sharp enough to kill a man
You did some bad things, but I'm the worst of them

"You haven't even seen my violent tendencies," Noe protested with a laugh. Still, he wasn't completely wrong. She was a Carpenter, after all, and fighting was in her blood. And, honestly, if she could get her hands on that idiotic blonde back home, she probably would default to violence. It wasn't like Sohalia didn't deserve to be kicked around a little, what with all the pain she'd left in her wake. Was it because she was pretty? It certainly couldn't be because she was smart.

But the bitter taste in Noe's mouth faded as Jude began to sing, a repeating refrain that was hauntingly beautiful, one that left her gaping at him in stunned silence. He had a nice voice. She tilted her head against her knees, watching him in the darkness as he sand, until he trailed off awkwardly and ducked his head. "It's beautiful," she said. She couldn't imagine having someone write a song just for her. Oh, sure, she'd dated here and there, but being in love? Being that in love? She'd never had that.

But gods be damned if she was going to be jealous of their so-called Heart. "You have some serious talent," she told him instead. "You should, like, start a band or something."

Sometimes I wonder which one will be your last lie
They say looks can kill and I might try

Noe