NOAH
Noah would never cease to be impressed with the way Deimos' magic worked. He was able to conjure and create out of nothing. He knew that the Sword had leveled like a boss worked hard to achieve this ability, and that only increased Noah's admiration of it. He watched as the cradle rocker appeared. It was big enough for both twins, and that made Noah smile. The two of them seemed to love being together -- something, he imagined, that stemmed from Marcus and Margot sharing the same womb. They knew nothing else but each other from day one. "She might like Marcus with her." The Sentinel said.
Taking his fussing daughter, Noah gently placed her in the cradle and started rocking it. She screamed for a moment, a rage-filled cry at being placated rather than fed. But it only lasted a moment, as the motion and comfort of the soft bedding within soothed her. Her rage and unmet desires were calmed momentarily -- she merely grunted in an uncomfortable way as if she was trying to decide whether or not to begin screaming again. Noah looked back at Deimos and gestured for him to lay the more even-tempered twin beside his sister.
Taking his fussing daughter, Noah gently placed her in the cradle and started rocking it. She screamed for a moment, a rage-filled cry at being placated rather than fed. But it only lasted a moment, as the motion and comfort of the soft bedding within soothed her. Her rage and unmet desires were calmed momentarily -- she merely grunted in an uncomfortable way as if she was trying to decide whether or not to begin screaming again. Noah looked back at Deimos and gestured for him to lay the more even-tempered twin beside his sister.
I'll follow you down through the eye of the storm
Don't worry I'll keep you warm
Don't worry I'll keep you warm
