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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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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.”

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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.

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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.

From:

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.

From:

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?”

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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.

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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.”

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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.

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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.

From:

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.

From:

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.

From:

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.

From:

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.”

From:

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.

From:

enoderedrum

Noah arches a brow and watches the onslaught of tricks that are basically Kaz daring him to do what he’d just warned him of. Funny. But he doesn’t do it immediately, no. That would be too easy. He watches and lets himself be entertained for a bit. If he wants to play the game, he’ll let him.

But the end result was going to be the same regardless. Kaz had to know that much.

It ends with Noah snatching the blasted coin, and sliding back over into the other boys lap; but this kiss isn’t innocent. It isn’t fleeting. It’s the response to an obvious dare and a declaration of an obvious crush that’s beyond mutual. It’s warm seeking tongue and a hint of sharper than natural teeth. A month of, I missed you even if you didn’t remember me. It’s hands shoving past hoods and delving into dark hair.

Stay.
Stay.
Stay.

From:

greedbowstome

Noah watches, with near-rapt attention, and that is a certain sort of thrill all its own.

Different, though, than the thrill that shoots through him when the other boy steals the coin and slides back into his lap. It was a dare, of course it was, Kaz knew exactly what he was doing as soon as Noah had posed the idea.

That electricity in his veins lights up again as Noah's lips find his, hands dragging through Kaz's hair, the once-buzzed sides have grown out over time, leaving a little more to cling to.

He meets that kiss with a matched fervor, a little desperate in his response, hands sliding down Noah's sides, thumb of one hand smoothing firm circles into his hip. The kiss is all raw heat, something nearly insatiable he dares to simply lose himself in. It’s curious and it’s hungry, like he wants to drink in every second of this and savor it. There is a rush of sensation that takes over everything else so that the only thing he knows is Noah.

He tries to let it say the things he can't put in words.

I need this.

I want you.

Don't leave.

You're important.

I need you.

Don't leave.

From:

enoderedrum

This isn’t playful or cute. It isn’t a teasing thing. It’s desperate and rushed. It’s drowning in everything you want and tell yourself you can’t have. It’s ultimately not yours but tonight it is and you’re not letting it slip away.

Fingers twist, tug, tilt to give him better access to the others mouth before nails drag along his scalp and thumbs press against that ridiculously sharp jaw. He breathes a groan that’s equal in its neediness as its demand to not pull away. Don’t you dare.

The primal urge to forego any rational thought process and push along on instinct drives his hips to roll, to press them closer together. Just tonight. This is okay tonight. He doesn’t have to think or share or worry. Deep down he knows he probably shouldn’t do this. Not after what he’d just been through but if Kaz didn’t want any of this he would stop it.

…and he isn’t.

Not yet.

Just a little more.

More.

From:

greedbowstome

One arm snakes around the boy in his lap, pulling away is the furthest thing from Kaz's mind just now. He lets that hand slip under Noah's shirt, hand warm and solid against his back.

A moan of his own hums in the back of his throat at the nails dragging across his scalp. He presses deeper into the kiss, all fire and want, at the way Noah's hips roll against his own. He nips playfully at Noah's lip, but in the moment, he's forgotten the fangs that have not faded since he'd been pulled from that hellscape of a town; it's enough to draw blood, but only just.

"Shit," he mutters softly against Noah's mouth, pressing their foreheads together. He can taste the copper of blood that rushed to the break in the skin and he barely thinks about it before he licks the smear of it away.

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enoderedrum

The Knick, the copper—it’s standard at this point. None of it faxes Noah the way it does Kaz.

The way Kaz licks the blood away make him smile, his own tongue chasing after him when he pulls away just a bit too far. Another kiss, and a bite of his own; one that’s more careful, more to grab his attention than anything.

“You can bite. Blood doesn’t bother me,” he murmurs and brushes his nose against him as he drops his hands. He pulls back just enough to tug his own hoodie over his head and drops it somewhere near the end so he can put it back on later.

From:

greedbowstome

He smirks a little at the bite back, amused at the teasing nature of it. "Okay..." he watches him discard the hoodie and chuckles lightly. "M'not used to it... I don't like it." Not the biting, but the teeth. They're new, since...

He tries to dispel the thought, dropping his forehead against Noah's shoulder in some vague effort to stop the train of thought altogether. He drags his fingers lightly along Noah's spine, taking in the sensation of it. All these tiny, throw-away things he couldn't have dreamed he could do, ever, so much easier all these months later. Even with the very big wrench in... everything that this recent round of bullshit that Hell has thrown him into, he isn't reverting as much as he expected.

Which brings another point to mind that he can't ignore."...how much of this is you, right now?" he asks softly, certain he isn't doing this entirely on his own. Not after everything.

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enoderedrum

“Give it time. You learn to navigate around it,” he murmurs regarding the teeth. He had to learn how to not bite the shit out of himself while eating let alone while engaging in other things.

He can feel the dip before Kaz even leans against him. The touch is soft, and the weight is oddly comforting despite how unsure Kaz feels about this. Noah noses against his hair and nips at the edge of his ear and down to the bit of his neck that’s exposed to itch the hoodie.

“I’m not doing anything. Not consciously anyway,” he mumbles and pulls back so he can lift the other boys face back up to his own, “this is just us together.” He searches the others eyes and kisses his nose playfully, “don’t get in your head. Stay with me.”

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greedbowstome

He nods a little, sure he's right. He just has to adjust to it, the same way he adjusted to his leg being a little bit permanently broken.

The nip at his ear makes him tip his head a little to that side, the sensation strange and sending a jolt down his spine. "...really?" he tilts his head up a little when Noah pulls his face up to look at him. He still can't process that. That this is just...them. No intervention from Noah's abilities. The thought catches like a breath in his throat. He was the beginning of all this, he supposes it makes sense that he might be the first one that Kaz can just... be with.

His nose wrinkles at the invasion and he nods a little. "Right..." he blows out a soft breath. There are so many things that are sitting at the edges of his mind, but he doesn't want it to spill into this moment. "...Kiss me again." he mutters softly. He wants to stop thinking, just for a little bit longer.

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enoderedrum

Tipping his head, he looks over the other boys face a moment longer before he easily slides back into another kiss. It might not be as bitey as the first but it’s plenty warm, consuming. His hands slowly drift down away from his face to settle against his waist.

“I can do something else if you want?” He murmurs in a whisper, “guaranteed to stop your brain from working for a while.”

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greedbowstome

He eases into that kiss, something light and warm, all-encompassing in a way he really could lose himself in. If only he could just live in the way this feels, all the time.

The hands at his hips earn a pleased hum and he closes his eyes, nuzzling at Noah's neck. Some part of him, a very small, very quiet part of him at this moment, knows he should say no. There are so many reasons to turn that offer down.

But it's hard to deny himself the very thing he just asked for. He tilts his head up and nips carefully, light and playful at Noah's neck, leaning up to whisper against his ear, "I want you to empty every thought in my head right now."

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enoderedrum

“Every thought huh?” Noah smirks, amused because that’s not possible and if it is, he’s never experienced it. But, he pulls back enough to nod, their noses brushing in the process before he steals a few kisses meant for chasing, “high order but I’ll try.”

He does pull away completely for all of about five seconds to flip the light off. Not because being watched is an issue but it’s just one more way to shut the rest of the world out.

“Just stay with me. Don’t go anywhere else…” he breathes, moving back over. He hooks his finger under the hem of the others hoodie and draws it up and off. In the dark everything is just a silhouette and blurred shape. When he crawls back into his lap; his mouth is both sharp and soft, chasing and retreating when he push him to lay down more completely against the pillows, “just know I’ll stop if you want me to..:I won’t blame you.”

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