If I hold up hell, will you take the blame?
Put the devil’s tongue on my middle name
Put the devil’s tongue on my middle name
Delia was sitting at the kitchen table when he came in, spooning some mashed vegetables into Margot's awaiting mouth while Marcus enjoyed his place on the floor, tiny fists gripping the furs beneath him. The house was cold. Colder than Noah had likely ever felt it. Minus the time in which she was out of the house completely. Her side of the bond was cut off from him. A wall built up and sequestering her emotions from him. Cordelia couldn't remember the last time she had done this, but it felt necessary now as a storm raged inside of her.
Her lips pressed into a thin line, giving a noncommittal hum in response to his words, "The twins have been fine. Perfect, actually. Not showing any signs of magic yet." She said coolly, spooning another bit of mash into Margot's mouth. "Suppose that's to be expected, though. Given their age. Most don't start showing magic until they're at least five. I imagine we still have a way to go. Even if their father is a demigod." Cordelia dabbed at Margot's mouth, cleaning away a smear of orange from the corner of her lips.
"Isn't that right, Margot? Even if your daddy is a big, bad demigod..." Her amber eyes cut over to Noah as he stepped out of the room, betrayal flashing there as she met his gaze. "... who thinks keeping things from his wife is a good idea."
Her lips pressed into a thin line, giving a noncommittal hum in response to his words, "The twins have been fine. Perfect, actually. Not showing any signs of magic yet." She said coolly, spooning another bit of mash into Margot's mouth. "Suppose that's to be expected, though. Given their age. Most don't start showing magic until they're at least five. I imagine we still have a way to go. Even if their father is a demigod." Cordelia dabbed at Margot's mouth, cleaning away a smear of orange from the corner of her lips.
"Isn't that right, Margot? Even if your daddy is a big, bad demigod..." Her amber eyes cut over to Noah as he stepped out of the room, betrayal flashing there as she met his gaze. "... who thinks keeping things from his wife is a good idea."
Cordelia
