No, I cannot resist
Marcus stooped to pick up a fallen log, setting it gently on the stack and brushing a cast of frost off of it. “I won’t leave you, Margot,” he said firmly, eyebrows crossing together. “Not ever. Not for the gods, not for a shift, not for anything.” He nudged her shoulder with his own, trying to make her smile.
He let out a short breath, then looked back at her. “If I did shift into a bird... I’d still circle back. Always. I’d find you. You’re my nest, you know?” He half-grinned. Marcus was as determined as ever to ask his dad what they had talked about. To ask him to take him to Frey, to ask for attunement, for something to be close to Cordelia again.
FIN
He let out a short breath, then looked back at her. “If I did shift into a bird... I’d still circle back. Always. I’d find you. You’re my nest, you know?” He half-grinned. Marcus was as determined as ever to ask his dad what they had talked about. To ask him to take him to Frey, to ask for attunement, for something to be close to Cordelia again.
FIN
Every time your gravity has a hold on me
