If I hold up hell, will you take the blame?
Put the devil’s tongue on my middle name
Put the devil’s tongue on my middle name
It's Noah that appears to her on a pile of lush furs and her cheeks instantly heat, finding that she's no where near as cold as she was a moment ago as a flame ignites deep in her belly, causing her to shift as her thighs press together. Now, Cordelia isn't usually the smoothest of talkers. In no way can she be mistaken for a flirt, but the fact that the herald has appeared as her lover is giving her an advantage. "The cold is worth it to see you." She responds softly, looking up from beneath thick lashes as she inches a touch closer, drawn to the heat pouring off of them.
"I was hoping you could help me with something." Cordelia begins, "I know that the war isn't something that you have interest in, but I'm going to try my best to keep balance within Halo and protect the life there." She draws her bottom lip between her teeth.
"I was hoping you could help me with something." Cordelia begins, "I know that the war isn't something that you have interest in, but I'm going to try my best to keep balance within Halo and protect the life there." She draws her bottom lip between her teeth.
Cordelia
