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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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Comments

Re: did I just use Dutch, yes, #CloseEnough

[enoderedrum]

Noah arches a brow, “….what’s it mean?”

[greedbowstome]

He chuckles lightly at the look on his face. As dirty talk goes, it's fairly tame, if he's completely honest, but it's not like that's something he's ever given much consideration before. “Moan for me.”

[enoderedrum]

Tame, yes, but Noah still chuckles and pushes himself up so he can lay back against the pillows, "Gotta touch me first."

[greedbowstome]

Kaz follows him as he settles against the pillows, his body curling into him, seeking the warmth of the press of their bodies together as much as the contact. It's a strange thought, actually, that it is the contact he wants. A testament to all the months behind him, and to his trust in the other boy, but also just the sheer importance of him, too.

He recognizes that he would not be here without him, his persistence in the beginning, how stubbornly Noah refused to give up on him even when Kaz turned him down every time for months.

Kaz is not good with words and explaining these kinds of things. He wouldn't know where to begin if he tried. He can only hope that it's somehow conveyed otherwise.

[enoderedrum]

It is. It really is.

And Noah has no qualms with just holding Kaz for what’s lefts of their time in this room. He doesn’t even speak a word as he draws him in and molds them together. He relaxes and cards his fingers back through his hair, over and over.

When he does speak it comes some time later, “sleep…I’ve got you.”

end ♥

[greedbowstome]

It's so easy to relax into him that he'll question it later, wonder how and why and when anything like this could have become this possible– it shouldn't be, so quickly, he thinks. But for now, he pushes all of that aside and soaks up the feeling of it. Just in case it all disappears again by morning.