I'll let it burn the way the sunlight burns my skin
The way I feel inside, the way the day begins
The way I feel inside, the way the day begins
Noah moved across the office until he was at one of the leather armchairs that Deimos kept for visits such as this. Chairs not unlike they sat in when they dethroned Morgan. But this was no such visit. No, Noah held too much respect for Deimos to ever want to see him in any other position than the one he held. ”Sorry for interrupting.” Noah said, chin jutting softly to indicate the — what he assumed — letters on the warden’s desk. ”I came when I got word that you were back from Torchline.”
Noah was rigid in the chair, his palms pressed into his legs just above his kneecaps. Bags were dark and apparent under his eyes and he had a beard far longer than had been on his face since they returned from their exile all those years ago. He took a deep breath to help center himself, already feeling the lump threaten to form in his throat. ”After we cleansed the Greatwood, I wrote to you and told you I was going on a hunting trip.” Noah started, bringing up the letter to set the scene for how long it had been. ”Cordelia and I —“ He paused, swallowed, ”—we encountered the biggest white dragon I’ve ever seen. It was on us and attacking quicker than I could even react. I was knocked out and Cordelia was taken.”
White hot tears stung his eyes, and the Forsaken blinked them away, unwilling to look up from the floor to the warden. ”When I woke up, I think weeks had passed. I went back to our lodge hoping that maybe she had been able to get away and she went home to our kids —“ He stopped again for a breath as a few tears escaped the dam of his eyelids and fell onto his lap, ”—she didn’t. I had to tell my kids, her parents. I then went back out to the tundra and I hunted for it.”
Noah was rigid in the chair, his palms pressed into his legs just above his kneecaps. Bags were dark and apparent under his eyes and he had a beard far longer than had been on his face since they returned from their exile all those years ago. He took a deep breath to help center himself, already feeling the lump threaten to form in his throat. ”After we cleansed the Greatwood, I wrote to you and told you I was going on a hunting trip.” Noah started, bringing up the letter to set the scene for how long it had been. ”Cordelia and I —“ He paused, swallowed, ”—we encountered the biggest white dragon I’ve ever seen. It was on us and attacking quicker than I could even react. I was knocked out and Cordelia was taken.”
White hot tears stung his eyes, and the Forsaken blinked them away, unwilling to look up from the floor to the warden. ”When I woke up, I think weeks had passed. I went back to our lodge hoping that maybe she had been able to get away and she went home to our kids —“ He stopped again for a breath as a few tears escaped the dam of his eyelids and fell onto his lap, ”—she didn’t. I had to tell my kids, her parents. I then went back out to the tundra and I hunted for it.”
I'm ready now, I'm not waiting for the other side
