Cordelia
They were back ‘home’ again. As much of a home as it could be considering what they’d left behind. Considering who wasn’t back here with them. Still, it was home enough. Until they could return to Halo. Cordelia drew close to him, a basket full of freshly washed clothes on her hip, still dripping from the stream she washed them in. The Attuned slowed, setting the basket down and beginning to hang them up on the line between two trees to dry, a soft hum pushing past her lips. Amber eyes follow the line of his gaze, head tilting in consideration, a breeze tousling her loose curls. ”A garden would be nice. Could plant some vegetables and flowers.” Noah likes green.
The thought crosses her mind before she can help it and a faint flush rises on her cheeks. ”What were you thinking of growing?” Surely the Sword had some kind of idea if he was mentioning it in the first place.
The thought crosses her mind before she can help it and a faint flush rises on her cheeks. ”What were you thinking of growing?” Surely the Sword had some kind of idea if he was mentioning it in the first place.
Say something, something like you love me
Less you want to move away from the noise of this place
Less you want to move away from the noise of this place
