NOAH
I'll follow you down, through the eye of the storm
As Delphine reached up for him and traced her fingers along his chest, and whispered dirty promises in his ear, Noah relaxed. His muscles loosened and he deflated some to his more neutral, natural posture. He let himself be led by his hand. He trailed after her silently, the rage that had washed over him and consumed him was leaving his body tired. He hated being angry. It always took such a toll on his body, on his mind, and on his spirit. He much preferred living life more calmly--or, as others would say about him, stoicly. He never liked feeling like he had no control over himself. Anger always made him feel out of control, and like a monster. He despised it. It wasn't good.
He was pulled out of his thoughts when Delphine asked if he was hungry. Truly, he didn't know the answer, but he had never been one to turn down a meal. "Yes." He said to both questions, a smile forming on his lips as he followed hr up the inn stairs to the room they had rented.
FIN
