Cordelia
Something was under there. Whispers and stories had filled her life since her birth about a monster lurking in the depths. What that monster was was completely unknown, but there was a beast waiting for its chance. This might be it. They’d never broken through the ice before, but between the power of three demigods it seemed unlikely that they wouldn’t accomplish their task. ”When do you leave? Soon?” She asked, her voice a quiet murmur against his throat as she nuzzled there, head tucked snugly beneath his chin. Fingers wandered, curling into his shirt, sneaking beneath the hem to trace across skin and muscle. The warmth branding itself into her mind along with his scent. A touch memory to cling to when he was gone.
Where his worry met her along the bond, she pushed back with her own reassurance and belief in his capabilities, sweet and warm and strong in the wake of his concerns. The news of the Order was unexpected, but she understood. Given his God it would have likely been impossible for Noah to avoid such a fate. Still, her breath caught as he spoke, hitching in her throat in a quiet form of concern instead of the more desired reflection of pleasure that such a sound typically accompanied. ”And what does Vi want? Halo?” Did it mean they could go home? Reclaim the land? Push Morgan from her throne? His lips brushed against her forehead, earning another exhale as her body curved into his, soft curves pressing into hard lines of muscle.
”Okay. I’ll stay with Deimos.” She’d busy herself with training. With making a home and creating somewhere safe for them. As safe as it ever could be. Her thoughts began to wander, trailing over the idea of what that would look like for them. What a home with Noah would be. After a moment of silence, breath exhaling in warm bursts against his throat, Cordelia finally spoke again. ”Noah… Have you ever wanted a family? Children?”
Where his worry met her along the bond, she pushed back with her own reassurance and belief in his capabilities, sweet and warm and strong in the wake of his concerns. The news of the Order was unexpected, but she understood. Given his God it would have likely been impossible for Noah to avoid such a fate. Still, her breath caught as he spoke, hitching in her throat in a quiet form of concern instead of the more desired reflection of pleasure that such a sound typically accompanied. ”And what does Vi want? Halo?” Did it mean they could go home? Reclaim the land? Push Morgan from her throne? His lips brushed against her forehead, earning another exhale as her body curved into his, soft curves pressing into hard lines of muscle.
”Okay. I’ll stay with Deimos.” She’d busy herself with training. With making a home and creating somewhere safe for them. As safe as it ever could be. Her thoughts began to wander, trailing over the idea of what that would look like for them. What a home with Noah would be. After a moment of silence, breath exhaling in warm bursts against his throat, Cordelia finally spoke again. ”Noah… Have you ever wanted a family? Children?”
All the king's horses, all the king's men
Couldn't put me together again
Couldn't put me together again
