NOAH
set a fire for tomorrow
set it to your woes
set it to your woes
She stood to go and the lynx watched her with sad, blue eyes. When the door was shut firmly, he waited a moment, before shifting back to his human form, watching the door with sad, blue eyes. He moved his body back to lean against the rail of the banister, his legs out before him. He sighed, waiting for the woman to return. He owed her an apology.
What kind of man was he? He told her that their relationship would need work and here he was, leaving the work to her. She was the addict; she was the grieving mother; she was the outsider. What was he but a selfish man who thought himself better without consciously acknowledging it? How dare him. His arrogance had caused her pain (acknowledged, or not), and for that he felt terrible.
When he thought the door was opening he lifted his chin and a brow, "Delphine?"
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
