Let History Go

NOAH

set a fire for tomorrow
set it to your woes

Part of this Noah knew was his fault. He was easy to get comfortable with a new normal that felt good. Delphine was that normal. He was steady as a mountain, unable to be easily torn down or swayed by the wind. Often, he forgot others were not as unyielding as him. For Delphine to be worried about him leaving was almost unfathomable to him. His pride wanted to speak up and scold her, to show her the truth: can you not see all I have done for you? Can you not trust me? Can you not believe that I am true of character? But, ultimately, he knew that response was just that: his pride. It was not him, it was not what was necessary in this time.

The other part of Noah, however, knew this was also the curse that Longnight put on people. Being trapped inside, in one place, eventually got to them. The shadows crept easily and there was little else to do but think and worry and stew over all of the what-ifs of life. So, he pushed his pride back down into the depths of his belly and he extended grace towards her fears, her insecurities. He frowned, some, reaching out to rub his hands down her shoulders and back. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm right here." He cooed, voice soft and comforting and warm. "Shhh."

He tried to pull her back to him, to lean her against his chest and hold her. "We can make plans and have dreams. It doesn't mean that those things are guaranteed to us. I know that. If the time comes, and we stay, and my desires and my dreams change, then so be it. If yours, then so be it. We adapt and we change and we find ways to stay happy. I don't want to wreck you with anxiety, Delphine. I want to love you."

feel defiance burning through my teeth
it's not enough to drag this blade across the day