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CURRENT HOUSING:

Currently living both in his designated housing, but also Adams House (pretty much in Kavinsky's bed nightly).

 

SCARS / MARKINGS:
ENVY - Cut into his left forearm (via Blue)
SUFFER - Carving into his calf via himself.
WRIST SCARS (successful suicide) + Thigh SCAR.
WRIST TATTOO -  Paw on his right wrist (via Kavinsky)
THROAT TATTOO - A raven with its wings spread on either side of his neck,
the face is a skull of the raven instead, and the background is filled with blue, purple and hints of red watercolor splashes. (Tattoo shop on Mammons Island.)
RIBCAGE TATTOO - An arrow for Clint and an hourglass for Nat.
STITCH SCARS AROUND MOUTH + slightly damaged vocal cords - Thanks to The Veiled Order capture.
MERMAN Features; white hands with claws and subtle webbing that's retractable, iridescent scales over his hands and in random spots.

DEMON ATTRIBUTES:

Demon Teeth.
The beginning of Pointy Ears (not pictures because right now they're just itchy and growing).
[These are based off Hellburbia Suicide].
Slowly his hands are turning White and his nails are turning into claws (basically)





RICHARD JOSEPH LYNCH
aka
little grey dragon he adopted from Mammons Island.

 

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[greedbowstome]

He didn't expect it to be so simple.

He blinks in confusion as Noah lets go, steps back, but he says okay.

Okay.

He didn't expect just how much relief it might flood him with for Noah to agree. It's a breath breathed back into his lungs he never knew he was holding to begin with. "Really?" It isn't doubt that makes him ask, no, he sounds...hopeful. He wants this, more than he could explain why to anyone, least of all himself.

[enoderedrum]

“I’ve already let you feel my fear of abandonment, how it felt to be forgotten, the guilt I’ve had for over a month and my jealousy….there’s no point in staying away now,” he breathes, relieved and amused.

He pauses, “though, you did play dirty by kissing me.”

[greedbowstome]

"I know you won't listen, but... you've nothing to be guilty for." Kaz is sure it will make not a single drop of difference in the way it feels, but maybe hearing it means something anyway.

He can't help the soft, amused huff of a sound at that. "...you started it." he counters.

[enoderedrum]

“I told you I missed you, and you know how it works. Two birds one stone,” he huffs softly and smoothed his hands unconsciously around the others waist; mostly toying with the fabric beneath his fingers.

[greedbowstome]

Kaz didn't remember Noah to miss him, but he doesn't dare to say it, or even fully conceptualize the thought, lest it becomes translated somehow into something Noah can feel in him. He doesn't want to travel back down that road. This one is much better.

"So... where do we go, then?" A random room, to continue being alone, in more comfort than can be afforded in an office-space? Kaz's suite, for the familiarity...?

[enoderedrum]

Noah blinks in the dark and tries to think; he misses his house but they obviously can’t go there. None of the Ravens can. He finds himself leaning in , closer, closer, closer until his forehead is pressed against the other boys shoulder.

“I’ll go wherever you wanna go,” he murmurs, and then tips his head back again to look up at him again in the dark. This is safe. His nose brushes along his jaw and he reluctantly unloops his arms from around him, “but I’m taking my pants off and using you as a pillow.”

[greedbowstome]

He laughs softly at that. "Saints, Noah." he mutters, shaking his head. Is it wrong to want to go somewhere else than his own suite? It's not in some sort of effort to hide anything. Inej knows the specific, sometimes peculiar, and always important nature of his relationship with Noah. It is no secret.

"Come on." he mumbles, tugging gently on his fingers as he goes toward the door. They can steal away in one of the many, empty rooms in the hotel. Just for a night.

[enoderedrum]

Curious, Noah grabs his bag again because he isn’t about to leave his clean clothes in a random office. But he also keeps his fingers looped with Kaz’s. He notes the lack of cane and arches a brow but he doesn’t mention it. If he was up and just wanted to move a bit it made sense that he might have left the cane behind. He just hopes he didn’t leave it - leave it.

He stays close and gradually lowers his guard, letting his own feelings radiate towards the other boy; curiosity, uncertainty, affection….relief.

[greedbowstome]

Kaz pauses on the way out to grab the glove he'd let go of earlier, though he doesn't put it back on. He could ask, Kaz would have no issue answering him over it, but as it is, he doesn't break the silence between them. It's not the tense air that was clinging to the air around them earlier. Not that any of the things that were bothering either one of them were just gone, nothing about any of this is that simple, but it all sits just a little bit lighter for the moment.

It's a strange feeling, that invisible link that Noah seems to so easily create between them. He keeps it from being anything like the flood from earlier, but it's there all the same. The faint tickle of curiosity, the wobbly uncertainty, the warmth of affection, the ripple of relief. Softer-edged than the messy, sharp tangle of everything before it.

He leads them to a room that isn't otherwise occupied and flicks the lock on the door once it's shut behind them. A potentially suggestive action from someone else; purely paranoia and security-based with Kaz, though.

"Were you in my closet while I was gone?" he asks suddenly, frowning curiously at the other boy. He's certain he knows the answer already.

[enoderedrum]

The lock clicks into place and Noah arches a brow as he drops his bag aside once more, “…yeah, I was…”

Oh! The clothes. He grins softly, still exhausted but amused none the less, “I gave you some things.”

[greedbowstome]

He snorts softly, "I noticed." he rolls his eyes, gently toeing his shoes off by the door. He knows this is... odd. He can't even explain why he was compelled to do this. He shakes the thought away and moves toward the bed. He's really over-taxed his damn leg without the cane, at this point, honestly.

He leans back against the mound of pillows at the top of the bed and runs a hand along his right leg. He sets the glove in his hand on the side table and plucks the other one off to join it. It's still such a foreign feeling, but one he's at least idly comfortable with sometimes, in the right setting and with the right people.

[enoderedrum]

Following Kaz into the bedroom, he tips his head and watches him lounge against the pillows. The situation feels…intimate but he isn’t dumb enough to think that this is meant in a…sexy way. It’s probably more to make sure he doesn’t run off or something.

His eyes go to the other boys leg and he purses his lips, “Take your pants off, Kaz.”

[greedbowstome]

"I thought you were the one losing pants, not me." he perks a brow at him curiously. He can hazard a guess at exactly what he's thinking already, though. It wouldn't be the first time Noah has insisted he takes his pants off for muscle massage purposes, and he supposes it won't be the last either.

Instead of arguing it any further, though, he does stand again only to remove his trousers before settling back on the bed again.

[enoderedrum]

Noah’s brows raise at how damn easy that was.

“No arguments? No resistance at all. I’m surprised,” he moves away from the doorway and crawls up onto the bed, shifting to be able to get access to the others leg, “someone wants to make sure I don’t run off.”

He gives him a look that begs him to argue that this isn’t a ploy to keep him from running off to his creepy forest. But he relents and shakes his hands out a little to get the blood flowing a bit better before he starts feeling around. He can tell there’s scar tissue, tight webbing beneath the skin. He makes note of the general points and then rubs his hands along the other boys thigh, probably higher than necessary but he did lock the door.

[greedbowstome]

"It hurts," he replies easily, and that certainly isn't a lie at all. A part of him does want to argue it, but as happens so frequently with Noah, he finds that the energy of arguing a point he can feel isn't a whole truth pointless. So he takes a different direction with it instead. "Is that such a bad thing?"

The injury is old at this point, and he's used to both the way it feels, and how it looks. But it doesn't make it less awkward to watch Noah inspect it a little closer. "Hey," he mutters in a soft warning when the other boy's hand travels a bit too high. His voice all soft edges, no intent to do much more about it at the moment unless he really had to.

[enoderedrum]

“Trust me, I’m not going to take advantage of you,” Noah murmurs and lightens up his touch. He’s meticulous and careful, massaging and working through things the way he had the first time. And he goes quiet for what feels like a long time, enjoying the silence and the ease of just being around Kaz.

He tips his head and lets out a slow breath, “are we gonna talk about it?”

[greedbowstome]

"I do trust you," he says softly, like it's a secret. It isn't, but it still comes out that way, a private thing meant for no one else to ever know.

His chest clenches. There's no doubt in his mind what 'it' he's talking about. He wants to say no, to tell him they're better off just forgetting it all and moving on, but that won't work, will it? "...If you want to," he says quietly after a small stretch of silence. It feels more like something he should leave in Noah's hands.

[enoderedrum]

Noah nods slowly and eases up on the massage in favor of slipping off of the bed to finally take his damn pants off. If they were settled for the evening then he didn’t need them anymore either.

“It wasn’t under either of your control, so I’m not upset with either of you over it,” he starts, “Honestly it’s just another day when it comes to Kavinsky.”

He glances over, “but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t…jealous? Which sounds dumb. We’re friends. If anyone should be jealous it’s Jes. You two are practically married and if your guys’ unresolved sexual tension was flammable, I’d be wary of all means of fire.”

He huffs and moves to grab the bag of his laundry where he digs out another hoodie and throws it at Kaz, “Here.”

[greedbowstome]

The loss of his hands on his leg is felt instantly, the cool air of the room sharply noticeable where it was warmer seconds ago from the pressure and movement. His eyes follow Noah as he slides off the bed, some distant, stupid part of him desperate to be sure he isn’t leaving. He’s perfectly aware that despite what he says or does, nothing is actually keeping Noah here.

The casual admission of the first part sits strangely on Kaz’s shoulders for a reason he can’t quite pinpoint. “It isn’t dumb,” is the first thing he feels he has to say. Not to placate him, but because he genuinely believes it, and Noah deserves to know it. “And I know we’re…friends but it’s…” Different. More than that, still, too. But Kaz has never been sure how to truly define his relationship with Noah. Reluctant acquaintances to start. But it has shifted and changed so much from that first month. He doesn’t feel like just friends with Noah. He’d never be inclined to feel or look at or kiss Nina and Wylan the way he does with Noah. So it can’t just be friends.

He blinks, his thoughts jarred from the clothes thrown at him and he can’t help the soft amused sound. “Okay…?” He does the expected thing and swaps his current shirt for the hoodie— he doesn’t hate it, it’s warm and comfortable, looser and less restrictive than some of the things Kaz usually wears.

[enoderedrum]

Still standing at the foot of the bed, he watches the more restrictive clothing get tossed aside. It isn’t that he doesn’t like it. I’m fact, all of them look really nice in all of that fancy shit with its shiny pieces and buttons and lines and all that. It’s sexy. But, when the cozy warmth is covering a body that normally is so wound up, Noah can’t fight the smirk.

Oh that’s nice, too.

Crawling back up the bed he is careful in the way he straddles the other boys hips. He reaches up to adjust the hood of the sweatshirt and his entire being softens. They were all home, as home as this place could be. Together again. Away from that mess.

“Okay. Go ahead and admit it. You definitely have a crush on me.” He smiles, “You can’t say no. I won’t believe you. You got us a hotel room. The scandal, Mr. Brekker.” He snorts a laugh and flips over to sprawl on the empty pillow.

[greedbowstome]

His eyes never stray from Noah, watching as he crawls his way back up from the foot of the bed to end straddling Kaz's lap. It's unnerving the way Noah can knock him off balance with the smallest of actions, in ways no one else would even think to try– because everyone else is sensible enough to be at the very least mildly concerned about what might happen if they try. But Noah's never been in that position with him, even from that very first meeting months ago. He had acted from the outset like the idea of Kaz being dangerous was almost laughable. It had irritated him for so long, but like so many little things, he's grown used to it.

His face scrunches a little when Noah messes with the hood, tucking it over his head, probably because he thinks it's funny. It's a very Noah thing to do, just because. For the sake of it. Because he can. Something softens around the other boy's edges as he stares down at him, and Kaz feels a tight and tangled mess of something vivid and vibrant cinch around his ribs; something he doesn't know the name of, something that screams Kiss him. Kiss him. on repeat in his mind, something that makes it feel like there is lightning in his veins.

It's there.

Noah drops away to the mattress beside him instead.

And it's gone.

Something grey clouds it all instantly. He doesn't love the loss of him, but he tamps the thought down, anything attached to it immediately overtaken by a wave of something rose-colored and self-conscious. Words fail him entirely and it's all conveyed by a simple, soft scoff of disbelief that forgot to be an actual laugh as he looks over at Noah, incredulous and awkward.

[enoderedrum]

All teasing aside, this is something he needed. A warm bed and quiet. Not the kind of quiet that left your thoughts racing. But the kind of quiet that means it’s okay to stare at the ceiling and not have one single thought in your head.

The clock ticks on. One second, another, over and over. And you know you’re wasting time but you don’t have any reason to care. There isn’t anything to worry about because you feel safe and the moment matters, so you let it stretch and stretch and keep stretching out until he realize that you’re not alone.

That’s what happened now.

Noah turns his focus from the ceiling and stares up at Kaz. He takes a breath and releases it, “something you want?” He felt that little thing before. But he didn’t know what it meant. Just that the other boy had an urge.

[greedbowstome]

Silences have never been uncomfortable with Noah, not really. Awkward, sometimes, maybe. Never particularly bad, though. This is one of the better ones. The kind that is companionable in its quiet. The silence of someone next to you. The safety of it.

Thing is. Even though 'crush' isn't a word Kaz would use (not that Kaz knows what word he would use, none of them feel like the right one anyway), Noah isn't wrong. There is a... fascination? Fixation? Whatever it is. It's there. A strong undercurrent in every interaction with Noah since... when did it change? The asylum, maybe. Or the very first therapy session.

He glances away for a moment, trying to collect himself, to figure out how to answer him. His lungs ache with words he doesn't know how to say in answer to that too-simple question. It should be easy, but it never is.

He plucks a stray coin from the table and starts fidgeting with it.

[enoderedrum]

Patience is something Noah has and doesn’t have. It all depends on the situation, really.

In this case, his patience is ever flowing. Until that happens. That…coin thing. He watches for a moment. Looks away and then back again. It isn’t a new thing to see someone do but it isn’t seen often enough to not notice it when it’s happening.

He stares and chews on the inside of his cheek. Why is that sexy? Why?

“…can you stop doing that?” He murmurs and rolls onto his side and looks up at the other boy, “unless you want me back in your lap.”

[greedbowstome]

"What?" he blinks his attention back over to Noah, a confused frown on his face. The coin tucked between two fingers, paused in its back and forth journey.

This presents a perfect excuse for him to start doing small coin tricks he'd learned years ago watching the street magicians in the Barrel. He does a couple of different tricks, just because he can, watching Noah from the corner of his eye.