the sun goes down like a photograph
Marcus didn’t like how his mother was as she stepped towards his Granna and Grappa. ”Mom—“ He said in a pleading voice, the grain of it slipping away with more use. Noah stepped forward and Marcus did too, just on the other side of the demigod. They were all reaching out to Cordelia, and Marcus followed suit. Marcus pried his tiny (though bigger than the last time she felt it) hand in to hers. As he made connection with her skin, his eyes widened some with the way her claws felt in his palm.
There was something within him, though, that made him confident that the woman wouldn’t continue on with her children so close. ”I’m hungry.” Marcus said after everyone else talked, the rumbling in his belly loud after his words. He blinked, shaking brown curls from his eyes as he looked up, gaze bouncing between both of his parents.
There was something within him, though, that made him confident that the woman wouldn’t continue on with her children so close. ”I’m hungry.” Marcus said after everyone else talked, the rumbling in his belly loud after his words. He blinked, shaking brown curls from his eyes as he looked up, gaze bouncing between both of his parents.
you try to stop time in the aftermath
