Amidst the bustling streets of Halo, Noah immersed himself in the laborious task of assisting with repairs. His hands, calloused from countless hours of work, deftly maneuvered tools and materials to rebuild what the tropical city had lost. The air was warm and humid, filled with the sounds of construction and the distant crushing of the waves.
In the midst of his diligent efforts, a small figure stumbled into Noah. Tiny hands reached for his pockets with an audacious attempt at pick-pocketing, but there was nothing to be found. Noah knew this city well and kept everything of value on him held tightly and at close quarters. The pockets of his loose pants were empty, and as he turned towards the tiny figure with a chuckle in his throat he said, ”You’re fine—“ and then his glacier eyes downturned.
He looked down to meet her wide, innocent eyes, and nearly crumpled over. The demigod’s breath hitched in his throat and he felt his words stick to his tongue. Noah's heart skipped a beat as he looked down to the sight of a little girl who bore an uncanny resemblance to his childhood best friend — the typical dark hair, the bright and wide eyes, and the gentle point of chin. Weaver. Surprise and heartbreak collided within him, resurrecting memories long buried. In her innocent features, he saw echoes of the friend he had lost, reopening wounds he thought time had healed.
In the midst of his diligent efforts, a small figure stumbled into Noah. Tiny hands reached for his pockets with an audacious attempt at pick-pocketing, but there was nothing to be found. Noah knew this city well and kept everything of value on him held tightly and at close quarters. The pockets of his loose pants were empty, and as he turned towards the tiny figure with a chuckle in his throat he said, ”You’re fine—“ and then his glacier eyes downturned.
He looked down to meet her wide, innocent eyes, and nearly crumpled over. The demigod’s breath hitched in his throat and he felt his words stick to his tongue. Noah's heart skipped a beat as he looked down to the sight of a little girl who bore an uncanny resemblance to his childhood best friend — the typical dark hair, the bright and wide eyes, and the gentle point of chin. Weaver. Surprise and heartbreak collided within him, resurrecting memories long buried. In her innocent features, he saw echoes of the friend he had lost, reopening wounds he thought time had healed.
no one ever tells you that forever feels like home
sitting all alone inside your head
