will heaven step in?
The demigod's eyes swept across the undergrowth, taking in the vibrant greens and blues and specks of various shades of purple and yellow and pink that meant the height of the season. Flowers spanned, reached, touched--but so far, none of them roses.
"Oh, I thought you were going to make a perfume frrom it..." Noah said, chin dropping some as the sly and boyish smile broke out over his face and he looked at Alys through fallen tendrils of dirty blond hair.
If he could diffuse the tension at least a little bit, he needed to. Alys was holding so much and it hurt Noah to see it. He didn't want her to panic, spiral, or carve herself inward as they searched for roses. There was hope, Noah knew, and he just had to bring Alys to it.
"Oh, I thought you were going to make a perfume frrom it..." Noah said, chin dropping some as the sly and boyish smile broke out over his face and he looked at Alys through fallen tendrils of dirty blond hair.
If he could diffuse the tension at least a little bit, he needed to. Alys was holding so much and it hurt Noah to see it. He didn't want her to panic, spiral, or carve herself inward as they searched for roses. There was hope, Noah knew, and he just had to bring Alys to it.
will it save us from our sin?
