NOAH
set a fire for tomorrow
set it to your woes
set it to your woes
The room erupts with fun and games and drinks, but Noah keeps his spot at the bar. His held his glass of whiskey with a thumb and forefinger, rolling the liquid around some as he moved his glass in a circle on the bar. His face is relaxed and warm, but he is quiet as he observes the game unfold around him. This setting, this circumstance, seemed so much more appropriate for his little brother to be sitting in than him. But Ezekiel was not here, so Noah sat in for him. It panged his heart as he thought of his brother and how much he would love to be sitting here, drinking and yelling and fooling around with the crowd in the Kraai. He took a drink of his whisky, letting his eyes roam around the room.
Noah understood the game, and his lack of participation up until this point was intentional. He was taking in the information of those around him. The way Weaver and Loren looked at each other, the way the unknown newcomers (read: Chulane and Kiada) made themselves so comfortable in the warmth of the Kraai, the way other hunters and citizens joined in, how Korbin stayed behind the bar and continued to make drinks. And how Korbin mouthed a word. "Seven!" Noah suddenly burst, a smile cracking his face wide open and wrinkling his icy eyes. Noah was an observant man, needing to be by trade.
He lifted his whisky glass slightly towards Korbin, and took a sip of it even though the game did not call for him to do so.
feel defiance burning through my teeth
it's not enough to drag this blade across the day
it's not enough to drag this blade across the day
