maybe we exist to bleed
“Y-You didn’t.” He says quickly, hoping it’s believable. Internally, he curses himself for how sharp his tongue might have been to give that impression, a stark crimson blush forming on the back of his neck and creeping up his cheeks, dark against the pale scar to his face. Still, he can see the way Noah shifts, and it causes a slight breath of air to reach his lungs, looking back at his list as if it’s the only thing that matters right now — not his awkwardness, not his fear.
Noah’s words do in fact, instill a bit of calm to the young man, and he chews on the inside of his cheek as he offers a sharp nod in response. “I guess… so.” Green gaze focuses on the paper in his hand as he watches the crowd mill about. “I… Need firewood. And… Wood for c-crafting.” He manages, fingers tight against the note and finally glancing toward Noah briefly, accepting the help if Noah’s so generous.
Noah’s words do in fact, instill a bit of calm to the young man, and he chews on the inside of his cheek as he offers a sharp nod in response. “I guess… so.” Green gaze focuses on the paper in his hand as he watches the crowd mill about. “I… Need firewood. And… Wood for c-crafting.” He manages, fingers tight against the note and finally glancing toward Noah briefly, accepting the help if Noah’s so generous.
maybe we exist to burn
GLAS
