Let History Go

NOAH

set a fire for tomorrow
set it to your woes

"Mmhm, I am sure I could. I don't know if I will, but I am sure I could." He leaned forward from her, and let go of her hand. He reached and grabbed one of her books, bringing it back to his lap and opening it wide. "I am sure there are books on attuned in there. There are at least genealogies, and usually they have magic or shifts listed with them for Abandoned and Attuned peoples." He flipped through the pages, though the particular book he grabbed seemed to be on creation magic. He glanced to all the spines of her books. "What have you learned about magic so far?"

At her question, Noah let his hand leave the book and rest on her upper thigh. "Yes, you are enough." He looked at her with serious, stern eyes. She was not being scolded, no, but he wanted her to know the seriousness of his words. He was not a liar, and he hoped he never would be. His word mattered--what he said meant nothing if it didn't match what he did. He wanted his words and his actions to be reliable to the people in his life. He wanted to be dependable and trustworthy and honest, and so he worked for those things.

feel defiance burning through my teeth
it's not enough to drag this blade across the day