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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.

 

N A V I G A T I O N:  kinks & permissions | visuals | funeral | bdsm info | cr chart
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Amused, he shifted and threw his legs over the far arm rest, crossing his feet at the ankles and went about eating a bag of peanut butter candies.

Noah listened to commentary and snickered, offering some of his own before holding a a candy piece blindly out for Proko to eat.

[favoriteforgery]

Prokopenko keeps his eyes on the screen but he accepts offerings of candy whenever Noah passes them over. He keeps the popcorn bucket between them for the same generous reason.

He watches as Santa and some human kids build a workshop or whatever on Mars to bring fun and imagination to the Martian children and lolls his head towards Noah.

"Talk to me, Czerny."

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Tipping his head back a little until their faces were close, “What do you want to talk about?”

Reaching down he nabbed a few popcorn pieces and popped them into his mouth. In the dark he could see see enough of Prokos face to read him.

[favoriteforgery]

"I dunno," he admits. He keeps his eyes on the screen. "You from Henrietta? Like. You grow up there?"

Prokopenko gropes for the soda they have and pulls it close. It's the first thing he's had in days that doesn't have alcohol in it.

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“Mhm,” Noah nestled again and watched the screen, “Born, raised, died in it.”

He paused then continued, “Two sisters. One older. One younger.” He nibbles absently on some cinnamon bears. “I had a red mustang that’s rotting away in the forest. I....” thinking, he tipped his head a little, “was easily bored so I used to go do anything that sounded fun. Didn’t matter what it was. I think that’s why I was so drawn to Ronan.”

Ronan made him belong.

[favoriteforgery]

Proko frowns and rubs his fingers through his hair.

"I was born in Odessa," he says. "The one in Ukraine." He says that because some asshole once asked him if he was from Texas and, at the time, Proko found it wildly offensive.

"Kavinsky's from Bulgaria, you know? Even if he sounds like New Jersey trash." He grins faintly.

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Tipping his head back again he hummed, “Odessa,” it sounded nice rolling off the tongue.

“Yeah, I sort of knew. I mean, I don’t speak it but I recognized it when he would rattle off sometimes,” Noah chuckled softly and pinched his bottom lip a little, “It sounds creepy out loud but I always went with Ronan when he hung out with you guys.” He shrugged, “How old were you when you came to Henrietta?”

[favoriteforgery]

"Like fourteen? Fifteen?" He shrugs. "We lived in Baltimore for a while first, then my family started looking for private schools. They thought me being out of the city would be good."

He shrugs. He ended up in the middle of nowhere because his father didn't want him going to an overtly religious school.

"Were you? Fucking weird I never saw you. Like. I get it, I guess. But weird."

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“And then you ended up in the middle of no where with Kavinsky.” Noah chuckled softly and moved some of the snacks aside in favor of turning until they were almost nose to nose.

“No one else saw me. Just Ronan, Gansey, Adam and Blue,” he paused, “Declan’s girlfriend saw me once but I don’t know how.” That last bit was still weird to him.

He hummed softly, “Yeah....weird.”

[favoriteforgery]

He snorts a little laugh and turns his attention back to the screen. He leans his shoulder into Noah's.

"You're not a ghost anymore, though."

[enoderedrum]

“No, I’m not.” Noah replied quietly, as if he fully realized it just then. He could do what he wanted now. What did he want?

He wanted to have fun.

Slowly sinking back again until he was comfortable again he quieted for a long time. It was really just a span of minutes. Watching nonsense on the screen. Then he asked, “...did we just...bond?”

Over sugar and Christmas aliens.

[favoriteforgery]

A grin cracks his face and Proko shakes his head. "Yeah, I guess that's what that was. I'm used to it involving more body fluids but this was pretty good."

Maybe their mutually shed blood counts, even if they didn't shed it together.

He looks over at Noah and gives him a nudge.

"You're not so bad, Czerny."

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"Yeah, I like you, too." Reaching over for the soda, he took a sip and bit the end of the straw, "Say it again. My name."

[favoriteforgery]

He lolls his head to actually look at Noah and a little grin tugs at the corner of his mouth. "Czerny?" he says again. He does it without any hesitation, no halting trips over the pronunciation. "Or Noah?"

[enoderedrum]

The grin is mirrored again and Noah hums thoughtfully, just looking over Proko's face in the dark, just the flashing bits of light from the screen lighting him up. His gaze slips down to watch Proko's mouth when he says it--perfectly, and bites his own bottom lip unconsciously because of it.

"Both." But there is something strangely sexy about someone actually saying him name right the first time. His whole life his last name had been butchered by teacher after teacher.

[favoriteforgery]

"Noah Czerny."

Prokopenko just grins as he makes his accent a little heavier. He's pretty sure Czerny is a Czech or Polish name, maybe Hungarian, but it doesn't matter. He can make it sound right.

[enoderedrum]

Make it sound right, he does.

Leaning against the arm rest between then, he smiles a little. This Proko feels different than the one he originally ran into in the hall, and the one he assumed he would be during Kavinskys planned ‘Party’.

Setting the soda aside without bothering to look away from the others face, he waited for the thump of it sliding into the holder before reaching his newly freed hand over and sliding it around the back of Prokos neck, tangling lightly into his hair. It was only a breaths lean and his nose lightly brushed against the others, “You know, I’m not supposed to like you, right? Some unwritten rule between my group and yours.”

[favoriteforgery]

He doesn't really know what to think or feel as Noah's hand slides over the back of his neck and into his hair. It feels good and he nearly closes his eyes at the touch alone; he does as Noah's nose brushes his own.

He laughs but it comes out like a breath.

"This isn't fucking West Side Story. Fuck supposed to."

[enoderedrum]

Grinning softly again, he looks briefly over Proko's face again; this was trouble, he knew it but touching him felt good. His nose brushed against him again once and his thumb nudged his face up just a touch before he finally just kissed him.

It wasn't a rushed thing that demanded they get naked as quickly as possible, but it was warm, and parted lips that asked for more with tongue and gentle nips of teeth.

[favoriteforgery]

He leans into the kiss as soon as Noah's lips touch his. For all the attention he gets when he wants it, this feels amazing. It's just a kiss that isn't demanding anything else. And maybe it could lead to something else, but right then it's gentle and seeking and fuck--

Proko can't really remember the last time someone kissed him like this.

His lips part when Noah asks them to and he shivers when teeth graze th bottom one. He thinks he needs to breathe but he'd almost rather pass out than stop doing this.

[enoderedrum]

Breathing is overrated right then, Noah doesn't even care even if eventually that will have to be a thing. Right now he just wants--this stupid armrest out of the way. Without breaking the kiss he adjusts to shove the thing up and out of the way.

A soft sound, maybe needy? Maybe something else, practically purrs in his throat from the taste of him alone. Teeth clamp down again, tug, and slowly let go to finally give them a moment to breathe.

[favoriteforgery]

When the arm rest is out of the way, Proko slides closer. He makes a quiet sound, something between a moan and a whimper, when Noah bites his lip and then lets the kiss break.

Quietly breathless, he laughs.

"Shit, Czerny. What a fucking dark horse."

As he says it, he curls his fingers in Noah's shirt, sweater, whatever, and pulls him closer.

[enoderedrum]

Noah pretty much lives in oversized hoodies, so it's easy for Proko to get a hold of him, and he goes all too willingly with a chuckle of his own before catching his mouth again.

He was starving for this. Kissing was one of his favorite things in the world and for seven years that had been stolen from him. But now his hands were reaching, curling into the sides of Proko's shirt whatever and pulling him in, greedy for the warmth of him, the solid feel of a body against his.

He moaned, he knows he did, "You're gonna be a problem for me, I can tell." He would want more. More. More. But, if Ronan could do it, why couldn't he bounce around?

[favoriteforgery]

Prokopenko doesn't realize he's doing it, but he starts leaning back until his shoulders hit the armrest behind him, and he pulls Noah with him all the way as their mouths meet again.

"Fuck," he answers, breathy and soft between them. "I'm a problem for everyone," he adds, laughing before he kisses Noah again. It's fine. He can be a problem. But it feels good to be touched and the way Noah doesn't isn't the way Kavinsky does.

[enoderedrum]

The few people that are in the theatre with them are forgotten about entirely but as he's pulled closer he realizes for this to be comfortable there's one more damned arm rest in the way. Without looking back he uses his leg to shove the far side rest up and out of the way with a soft amused snort.

"I don't mean it that way," Not the way he took it at least. This kind of problem would hurt in the long run and he was going to do it anyway. Attraction and sex were easy, it was the messy stuff people their age didn't want to talk about that was hard. And Noah was weak to that sort of thing.

Grabbing an unopened bag of candy that was in the way he tossed it up to the people above them and said, "You can have these."