we are crooked souls trying to stay up straight
With the way he was moving, it didn’t matter that had misheard her. Thus far, healing was not necessary. No arrows sunk into his skin. They didn’t even slice into him in their passing. He was able to dodge neatly, cleanly, and with a smooth precision that only gave whisper to one thing:
Noah had once been a demigod.
Noah turned and spun, spine coiling tight before he sprang left—then abruptly veered right in a sudden, deceptive twist. If he could break her rhythm, tangle a thread of uncertainty into her next aim, he would take that advantage. Each motion was deliberate: the sharp stop that wasn’t quite a stop, the leap that landed half a stride shorter than it should have, the pause just long enough for her to think she’d seen a pattern forming. Then he bolted again. The lynx angled his path wide, then abruptly cut inward—inviting her to wonder for a heartbeat if he meant to rush her, or simply to force her to rethink her shot entirely.
The twinkle came to his glacier eyes as he flicked them to hers momentarily, a jesting, taunting look that read like a challenge to her compliment.
[3/4]
Noah had once been a demigod.
Noah turned and spun, spine coiling tight before he sprang left—then abruptly veered right in a sudden, deceptive twist. If he could break her rhythm, tangle a thread of uncertainty into her next aim, he would take that advantage. Each motion was deliberate: the sharp stop that wasn’t quite a stop, the leap that landed half a stride shorter than it should have, the pause just long enough for her to think she’d seen a pattern forming. Then he bolted again. The lynx angled his path wide, then abruptly cut inward—inviting her to wonder for a heartbeat if he meant to rush her, or simply to force her to rethink her shot entirely.
The twinkle came to his glacier eyes as he flicked them to hers momentarily, a jesting, taunting look that read like a challenge to her compliment.
[3/4]
NOAH
