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
He couldn’t stop the waves over the attuned bond. Not at this vulnerable state that he now let himself be in — a state only reserved for Deimos and Hotaru, at this point in his life. Not even Sah had felt these depths, seen him with the tears flowing freely and white-hot over his cheeks and dropping into his lap.
The demigod nodded.
Noah swallowed down the boulder in his throat and the tears still burned his eyes as he pulled the remnant of her vibrant green cloak from his pocket, holding it in his palm for the Sword to see. It was unmistakable as hers — for the one-shot had had the cloak since before their exile, but used it exclusively in the colder season in King’s End. Then, his hand slipped back into his pocket and from it he pulled a few dragon fangs. The Forsaken placed them in Deimos’ sight just as he had done the remnant of her cloak. ”Mere hours before the fall of Longnight.”
He swallowed again, blinking and letting his eyes finally rise again to Deimos. ”I only survived the darkness because of the gods.” He only survived anything because of their grace and mercy — that was true — but in his grief and rage Vi had touched him (or Safrin, who was to say) as his soul unlocked that of a griffin. He lifted his chin slightly and to the left, to expose his neck, as a mixture of white hair and feathers covered it.
”When the sun rose I tried to stop at the springs on my way home, but—“ He stopped, assuming that the warden already knew what had happened.
The demigod nodded.
Noah swallowed down the boulder in his throat and the tears still burned his eyes as he pulled the remnant of her vibrant green cloak from his pocket, holding it in his palm for the Sword to see. It was unmistakable as hers — for the one-shot had had the cloak since before their exile, but used it exclusively in the colder season in King’s End. Then, his hand slipped back into his pocket and from it he pulled a few dragon fangs. The Forsaken placed them in Deimos’ sight just as he had done the remnant of her cloak. ”Mere hours before the fall of Longnight.”
He swallowed again, blinking and letting his eyes finally rise again to Deimos. ”I only survived the darkness because of the gods.” He only survived anything because of their grace and mercy — that was true — but in his grief and rage Vi had touched him (or Safrin, who was to say) as his soul unlocked that of a griffin. He lifted his chin slightly and to the left, to expose his neck, as a mixture of white hair and feathers covered it.
”When the sun rose I tried to stop at the springs on my way home, but—“ He stopped, assuming that the warden already knew what had happened.
I'm ready now, I'm not waiting for the other side
