Noah
if there's a reason I'm still alive
when so many have died
when so many have died
Their spar came to a close, and Noah let his shoulders relax. He glanced down at his leg, about to summon his own dome of celestial healing when Ronin released the seal.
Noah exhaled slowly, head tilting back as he admired the way the glittering, celestial energy bloomed around them. “I forgot you had that,” he admitted, a half-smile tugging at his mouth as he looked back to the Knight. He hadn’t seen the seal—or felt its radiance—since the Second War. "Sorry about your jacket." He said, closing the distance between he and Ronin, hand reaching out to brush ash off his friend's shoulder.
“We’re recovering,” Noah said quietly. “Just finished a quest from Safrin to replace the hot springs that were destroyed in the Fangs." He wished he could have deestroyed the creature that did it, but during that time he was on his own mission of desolation. "You should visit them before you head home. They’d be a good place to remember Seren.”
His eyes met Ronin’s again. “I’m sorry to hear of her passing. I wish I could have said that to you sooner.” He paused. “I spent a good part of the last few seasons out in the Tundra. Cordelia and I were attacked by a dragon. It knocked me out cold.”
Read: had he been another man, he wouldn’t have survived.
“Cordelia didn’t make it out,” he admitted, voice low and glacier eyes darkening. He drew in a steady breath. He didn’t want to weigh down their time together with grief—but Ronin had asked, and Noah wouldn’t lie to a friend.
Noah exhaled slowly, head tilting back as he admired the way the glittering, celestial energy bloomed around them. “I forgot you had that,” he admitted, a half-smile tugging at his mouth as he looked back to the Knight. He hadn’t seen the seal—or felt its radiance—since the Second War. "Sorry about your jacket." He said, closing the distance between he and Ronin, hand reaching out to brush ash off his friend's shoulder.
“We’re recovering,” Noah said quietly. “Just finished a quest from Safrin to replace the hot springs that were destroyed in the Fangs." He wished he could have deestroyed the creature that did it, but during that time he was on his own mission of desolation. "You should visit them before you head home. They’d be a good place to remember Seren.”
His eyes met Ronin’s again. “I’m sorry to hear of her passing. I wish I could have said that to you sooner.” He paused. “I spent a good part of the last few seasons out in the Tundra. Cordelia and I were attacked by a dragon. It knocked me out cold.”
Read: had he been another man, he wouldn’t have survived.
“Cordelia didn’t make it out,” he admitted, voice low and glacier eyes darkening. He drew in a steady breath. He didn’t want to weigh down their time together with grief—but Ronin had asked, and Noah wouldn’t lie to a friend.
then I'm willing to
wait for it
wait for it
