Cordelia
let us go
where the wild things grows
where the wild things grows
Before she even has a moment to catch her breath, Noah's there behind her, a soothing hand rubbing at the ever present knots between her shoulders. The huntress doesn't hesitate to lean back into him, back heavy against the front of his chest as he easily supports her extra weight, not moving more than an inch. "I'm fine. Just dropped the brush and got a good kick in the ribs for my efforts." Cordelia huffs quietly, brushing her bangs back from her eyes as she turns her chin slightly, looking at him from over her shoulder.
"How are you? I can feel your nerves all the way from the smokehouse." Her tone is playfully accusing as a dark brow raises in question, fighting a smile that threatens to curl onto her lips as she watches a faint flush spread over his cheeks. Out of the two of them, Noah was definitely more nervous, often fussing over her until she dismissed him out of affectionate annoyance.
"How are you? I can feel your nerves all the way from the smokehouse." Her tone is playfully accusing as a dark brow raises in question, fighting a smile that threatens to curl onto her lips as she watches a faint flush spread over his cheeks. Out of the two of them, Noah was definitely more nervous, often fussing over her until she dismissed him out of affectionate annoyance.
let us go
where time runs slow
where time runs slow
