NOAH
Cordelia rolled over his back easy enough, and he heard her thunk into the snow drift behind him. For as long as she stood there, dazed and with embarrassment rising, so too did Noah stand facing away from her. He looked ahead almost blankly, his eyes blinking a few times and his chest rising with his breathing the only indicators that the hunter had not turned to stone. Slowly, Noah turned around to face the woman, swallowing before extending his arm toward her to help her up.
His jaw feathered some before he spoke, "I think that was a good start." Even after the words left his mouth he wanted to drive his palm into his face. The heat rose again to his ears, and despite any inward effort to stop it, colored his cheeks a slight, dusted rose. "I, uh, I have something for you."
I want trees instead of gravestones
nothing to confess
nothing to confess
