Noah
That's the price you pay
Leave behind your heart and cast away
Leave behind your heart and cast away
The flicker caught his attention and he felt his spine stiffen some. The words hung in the air—blue and violet, curling like breath in winter. He read then quickly, eyebrows lifting and scrunching his forehead beneath his hood. Divine magic, no question.
He watched the starlight fade with a flicker of curiosity, and then settle to something more solid: recognition. Safrin’s touch lingered in magic like that—elegant, celestial, unflinching. Noah knew it well. She was his patron’s herald, after all. Her's was the sort of power you bowed your head to. “Do the stars always talk for you?” he asked, voice level but laced with scrutiny. Could he speak? He let his gaze settle on the stranger. There was something in the way he stood—coiled restraint, calm as if forged under pressure—was he a star?
The knife landed off-center this time. Not a miss, but not deliberate either. Something in the stranger had shifted. Had the stranger recognized him as the demigod scrutinized and speculated the man's origins? He let his eyes move from the stranger to the knives in the tree, then back. He took the chance. If he were her's, he would understand. "The void doesn’t care how bright you burn.” He lifted his hand to gesture towards the knives at the trees, "That'll help. If only a little."
He watched the starlight fade with a flicker of curiosity, and then settle to something more solid: recognition. Safrin’s touch lingered in magic like that—elegant, celestial, unflinching. Noah knew it well. She was his patron’s herald, after all. Her's was the sort of power you bowed your head to. “Do the stars always talk for you?” he asked, voice level but laced with scrutiny. Could he speak? He let his gaze settle on the stranger. There was something in the way he stood—coiled restraint, calm as if forged under pressure—was he a star?
The knife landed off-center this time. Not a miss, but not deliberate either. Something in the stranger had shifted. Had the stranger recognized him as the demigod scrutinized and speculated the man's origins? He let his eyes move from the stranger to the knives in the tree, then back. He took the chance. If he were her's, he would understand. "The void doesn’t care how bright you burn.” He lifted his hand to gesture towards the knives at the trees, "That'll help. If only a little."
Just another product of today
Rather be the hunter than the prey
Rather be the hunter than the prey
Table base by Skylark
