Noah
Familiar, heterochromed eyes met his even before she spoke. Noah stood firm, though it was obvious the breath she stole from his lungs. "Hotaru." His voice was quiet, full of disbelief and apprehension. To see the woman alive before him, shifted from predator to beauty, was not what the hunter had expected to see.
He opened his mouth to speak again, but the words caught on the edge of his tongue. His face showed obvious concern and surprise, mixed together and clashing at the peak of his forehead. "How...are you?" He finally asked, his body lifting ever so slightly as he raised one foot to plant down firmly on the bottom step. He wasn't sure if he wanted to go up to her, or if she would come down to him, or if she would fade away all together and depart from him.
There had been so much time between their last encounter, it almost felt unreal to be looking at her now.
are you out there on the front lines
or at home keeping score?
or at home keeping score?
