Noah took time to breathe her in. He kept his hands moving over her body, feeling the warmth she was pressed against him. He could feel his heart beating in his throat every time he looked into her eyes. Trepidation and excitement mixed together over the bond, easy for her to feel. The fear of having his heart torn again, but the joy of having someone to care intimately for struggling to take the throne within him. He pressed gentle kisses along her jawbone as she spoke, one hand reaching to tuck a strand of auburn hair behind a sunkissed ear. "I think I want you to stay with Deimos, for now. Until I've got more things figured out, and I don't have to go back and forth to Stormbreak as often. He can't go to Stormbreak, and I don't want him to be alone. He's our family." Noah sighed, hands running idly down her spine and back up again, but glacier eyes never leaving the beautiful pools of amber he found himself swimming in. He wanted to be with Cordelia, that was true. It would be a lie for him to say he did not want her to accompany him on all he had to do, on going to Stormbreak. But Deimos needed them as much as they needed him, and the Sentinel did not want the Sword to be alone. "Train with him and learn from him. Take care of him. He's just as broken as we are -- we need each other to help put the pieces back in, and make new pieces." The hunter finished, leaning up and forward to press his forehead into her's, and to draw her back to lay across his chest.
Noah Olson When the night is cold and you feel like no-one knows what it's like to be the only one buried in this hole You can make it to the sunrise |
