I am not a scholar and I don't believe in fate
The demigod didn’t laugh, didn’t scoff. He merely looked at his son like he saw all the parts Marcus wasn’t sure of yet. Tenderly. Carefully. For Marcus, this meant the whole world. He knew his son, and while he was young and full of youthful impulsivity, he knew this wasn't one of those moments. This was something that the boy had thought through, long and hard, before bringing it to him.
Noah’s jaw feathered, but he let out a slow breath, the cold air misting between them. He looked down at the lantern’s flicker, then back at Marcus, sitting so small yet so fierce beside him. He shifted, resting his hands on his knees. “Frey’s a powerful herald." Then he lifted his hand and pressed it across Marcus' shoulders, drawing the boy in. "If they choose to attune you, we’ll see where this road goes. Together.”
FIN
Noah’s jaw feathered, but he let out a slow breath, the cold air misting between them. He looked down at the lantern’s flicker, then back at Marcus, sitting so small yet so fierce beside him. He shifted, resting his hands on his knees. “Frey’s a powerful herald." Then he lifted his hand and pressed it across Marcus' shoulders, drawing the boy in. "If they choose to attune you, we’ll see where this road goes. Together.”
FIN
NOAH
