Cordelia
There were very few things that could snap Cordelia out of her blazing rage. Noah knew it likely wouldn't be him, though he tried anyway. The warmth and love along the bond was enough to soothe her ever so slightly, a tingling balm against her swirling emotions, but it wasn't the thing that did it. No, it was her son's hand slipping into hers, wiggling beneath her ire with soft eyes that mirrored her own. His sister's lips tugged into a slight frown as she looked up to her father, waiting for guidance of what to do.
Instead, it was Marcus, his quiet confession cutting through the fog in her brain. Cordelia blinked twice, looking down at her son and seeming to finally see him. She makes a soft sound in the back of her throat, claws retreating and fingers gentle once more as she gave his a gentle squeeze. "Of course you are... Come, sit... I'll get you something warmed up." The One Shot murmurs, voice slightly thick as her throat tightens, threatening to close up with the emotion of what all just transpired.
Instead, it was Marcus, his quiet confession cutting through the fog in her brain. Cordelia blinked twice, looking down at her son and seeming to finally see him. She makes a soft sound in the back of her throat, claws retreating and fingers gentle once more as she gave his a gentle squeeze. "Of course you are... Come, sit... I'll get you something warmed up." The One Shot murmurs, voice slightly thick as her throat tightens, threatening to close up with the emotion of what all just transpired.
'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
