tell me that your hopes and dreams don't end in the heart
”Doing okay. Since the Faimly left, I’ve been here spending some time with my kids and getting re-oriented to life in their wake.” he said, voice softer than usual, touched by something content rather than weary. Noah hadn’t realized how much he missed being with them. Not patrolling, not training, just being.
He exhaled, the steam curling up with the smell of pine and sulfur. “Time moves different when you’re watching them grow. You blink and suddenly they’re taller, louder, braver. And I kept thinking I’d have more time.” But he knew nothing was promised and while he stood beneath the protection of Vi, his children ndidn’t hold the same immortality he did.
He glanced over at Alys then, his expression quieter, clearer. ”What brings you up to Halo?” He asked, head tilting as he looked sideways at her.
He exhaled, the steam curling up with the smell of pine and sulfur. “Time moves different when you’re watching them grow. You blink and suddenly they’re taller, louder, braver. And I kept thinking I’d have more time.” But he knew nothing was promised and while he stood beneath the protection of Vi, his children ndidn’t hold the same immortality he did.
He glanced over at Alys then, his expression quieter, clearer. ”What brings you up to Halo?” He asked, head tilting as he looked sideways at her.
Noah
of a graveyard
