Cordelia
Halo never stopped moving. They couldn't afford to. You stopped and you died. Froze to death, got caught in a storm, starved, or swooped up by a dragon. To not move meant to accept death. Which was why Cordelia hasn't stopped moving. Not since she was born. It's why she didn't stop now even when all she wanted to do was curl up into a ball and disappear beneath the snow, swallowed up by the never ending snowflakes, frozen like the Sea of Glass. The construction of the new watchtower and the weapon is going well. It takes up plenty of time, but in the moments where she's left with nothing eat up at her.
It's how she finds herself wandering towards the office Noah has claimed for himself in the palace, sweater drawn tightly around her thin frame, nails bitten down to the quick and new callouses starting to form on her palms. She presses on the door, peeking around the corner with a slight frown, "Noah?"
It's how she finds herself wandering towards the office Noah has claimed for himself in the palace, sweater drawn tightly around her thin frame, nails bitten down to the quick and new callouses starting to form on her palms. She presses on the door, peeking around the corner with a slight frown, "Noah?"
'Cause darling, it was good // Never looking down
And right there where we stood // Was holy ground
And right there where we stood // Was holy ground
