Cordelia
If there was any ache in her heart, Cordelia did a good job at keeping those emotions locked away, not wanting to let the other Attuned in on those feelings. If only because they were so personal. The only people who were privy to how she longer for Halo were Noah and Deimos. That's how Cordelia planned to keep it.
If she could smile, Cordelia might have done so in that moment. It is wonderful. There isn't any place like Halo. And there wasn't. There likely wouldn't ever be again. Cordelia didn't know if her Halo would ever be the way it was before with the events that had happened, but she could hope.
I've never met Frey, but I'm close with someone who follows them very closely. Little does she know that Noah's allegiances would be changing in the coming days, but that didn't change the fact that he was still one of their followers. They're the one who attuned me when I was a child.
Interest flared along the bond and Cordelia cocker her head to the side. Do you like it? What's it like? she asked, trotting forward towards the sound, following after Lena. Except they're suddenly standing before a small cluster of bugs, all jingling away happily, tracking through the snow. Aren't they cute. I don't think I've seen these before.
If she could smile, Cordelia might have done so in that moment. It is wonderful. There isn't any place like Halo. And there wasn't. There likely wouldn't ever be again. Cordelia didn't know if her Halo would ever be the way it was before with the events that had happened, but she could hope.
I've never met Frey, but I'm close with someone who follows them very closely. Little does she know that Noah's allegiances would be changing in the coming days, but that didn't change the fact that he was still one of their followers. They're the one who attuned me when I was a child.
Interest flared along the bond and Cordelia cocker her head to the side. Do you like it? What's it like? she asked, trotting forward towards the sound, following after Lena. Except they're suddenly standing before a small cluster of bugs, all jingling away happily, tracking through the snow. Aren't they cute. I don't think I've seen these before.
Barefoot in the wildest winter
Catching my death
Catching my death
