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
Though it seemed like such a silly question. One so redundant that had it been any other time, Cordelia likely would have snorted at her husband, shaking her head at how ridiculous it sounded. Of course they would find a way to rebuild. To move forward. Cordelia took a breath, giving his fingers a gentle squeeze, letting the warmth of her own finally sink into his. The One Shot sighed heavily, eyes closing for the span of a breath before finally meeting his gaze once more, the anger seeping out of her as she saw the remorse coloring his eyes.
"Of course, Noah... I love you too." Her love for him couldn't be measured in any real capacity. It was more than all the snow in Halo. More than the depths of the Sea of Glass. He was her husband. Her other half. No matter what he did. She would forgive him given enough time. Just like she would this time.
Margot squirmed in her lap, but she tightened her grip slightly, leaning forward to press her forehead to his. "We'll move forward from this. Together. Just like we always do." Cordelia murmured, closing her eyes as she let out a breath, shoulders dropping in relief as the tension began to melt between them.
"Of course, Noah... I love you too." Her love for him couldn't be measured in any real capacity. It was more than all the snow in Halo. More than the depths of the Sea of Glass. He was her husband. Her other half. No matter what he did. She would forgive him given enough time. Just like she would this time.
Margot squirmed in her lap, but she tightened her grip slightly, leaning forward to press her forehead to his. "We'll move forward from this. Together. Just like we always do." Cordelia murmured, closing her eyes as she let out a breath, shoulders dropping in relief as the tension began to melt between them.
Cordelia
