NOAH
set a fire for tomorrow
set it to your woes
set it to your woes
He listened to everything she said. He put it all to memory. He hoped he would be able to recall it if asked, but it was a lot of information. Noah liked to think himself a good learner, a good listener, but as the woman went on about her life and the magic he was almost lost. But, he loved that she was telling him. He loved that she was sharing, and felt at ease enough to do it after his apology to her. He rubbed her thigh as she spoke, glacier eyes fixed on her.
She stopped, however, and retreated into herself. As she pulled herself into a small ball, Noah's hand fell from her leg and his face dropped some. Concern washed over him and he shook his head. The hand that was once on her thigh tucked a lock of golden hair behind her ear, his other hand dropping the book in his lap and reaching over to gently pull her chin so she would look upon him. "Go on." He told her, placing a gentle kiss to her cheek. "Tell me more."
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
