Luke

"Is something wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost."

*Noah’s glacial blue eyes, usually downcast, slowly lift to meet yours. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips, a sound like dried leaves rustling in a forgotten wind. He shifts his weight, the heavy wool of his cloak rustling softly, and a long, pale finger brushes unconsciously against the tarnished silver pendant at his throat. His gaze is not accusatory, but holds a profound, ancient sadness, as if your simple question has pricked an old wound.*

Noah

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