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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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Comments

[greedbowstome]

One thing no one could ever mistake Noah for being is pushy. Kaz appreciates that wildly, and he supposes it's the main reason he has agreed to this little arrangement of theirs at all. There's a balance between getting him past certain thresholds and keeping him okay and Noah walks the edge between them like he was always meant to be on a high wire.

"I didn't even realize it, half the time." And the rest of it, he didn't stop him, did he? That probably says more than any words might manage to.

He nods a little, "Sure." It would have been smarter to ask about that in the first place, but he just hadn't considered it. There were ways around it, and they'd managed fine. But he can't deny the convenience of the machines.

[enoderedrum]

Noah rolled his eyes but it’s a playful gesture and when he brushes past him to head back into the other room, he trails his hand over the others arm in the process. It’s brief but existent.

“So…you…like that I flirt with you, then?” He asks, flopping down onto the couch again. “I mean. You didn’t tell me to stop, so I’m assuming you like it.” Blue eyes travel along the other boys frame for a moment then flit around the space again. Sometimes he forgets Inej could be around and then when he remembers he slouches a little unconsciously.

He worries his cheek and slides his hands into his pocket again, retrieving a goldfish from the pouch he has in there, “Forget I asked that.”

A breath is taken and he rolls his head against the back of the couch, “Anyway, where is your head at right now with everything? We can talk about it if you want…”

[greedbowstome]

He bites the inside of his cheek as Noah pushes past him. There is the barrier of his sleeves against Noah's fingers on his arm, but it doesn't hide the fact that it happened. Quick enough there was no time for any sort of truly visceral reaction, though. He frowns for a moment before smoothing the look from his face and heading back into the living room with him.

He doesn't have time to actually answer him before Noah's casting the whole conversation off, suddenly. "You really don't want to know?" He asks, eyebrow arched slightly.

The shift in conversation makes everything about him instantly quieter. This is something else he's realized Noah is pushing him to do a lot more of. He still isn't great at it, by any stretch, getting him to talk about things is still not unlike pulling teeth, but bit by bit, it gets just a little easier.

"Wouldn't know where to start," he says honestly, his voice quiet.

[enoderedrum]

“I do but…you don’t have to. It’s fine. I already ask a lot from you,” Noah shrugs and watches Kaz move back into the room with him. Sometimes their conversations bounce from one thing to another, quick, but that too is also on purpose.

Licking his lips again, he watches the other boys face….and pops another goldfish into his mouth.

“Let’s start with….are you okay?” Noah tips his head, “And don’t give me the dismissive crap. I wanna know how you’re really feeling. Don’t make me search for it.”

[greedbowstome]

“Perhaps,”’he agrees with a slight nod. He can’t help his thoughts drifting to the twist of conversation with Jesper the other night, and the discussion his sharpshooter still expects to have about it all later. He settles on, “It doesn’t bother me.” The particulars of why that is can remain a mystery until another day.

He huffs a soft sound of amusement at the strangely intense way he eats the crackers, shaking his head a bit.

That feels like a much heavier question than it pretends to be. The added instruction only adds to that. It takes him several long, stretched out minutes of silence before he finally settles on, “Not really…” he knows he has to say more than that, explain it more or at all, but sometimes even the smallest facts are hard for him to admit and Noah is probably used to the baby steps moments these types of conversations require.

[enoderedrum]

Noah wonders briefly if he should bring up the thing with Jesper. The sharpshooter did call him in the middle of the night freaking out over it. But he doesn’t for now. He’s rolling over Kaz’s first answer while the other mulls out the second.

Kaz doesn’t mind the flirting. But that could mean a lot of things! It could just be that he’s used to people flirting with him. Probably, mostly, Jesper. That boy would flirt with a tree if it would give him attention. But then again there is that….thing, that Jesper and Kaz have. Noah wonders if Kaz even realizes that he flirts back with him once in a while.

When Kaz speaks again, it pulls Noah from his thoughts and he furrows his brows. It was a simple but loaded response.

“I’d hope not. Your best friend left it to you to kill him for your own good. That isn’t exactly an easy pill to swallow. And the fact that you did it couldn’t have felt nice. Then to live with it? That’s heavy. If you said you were okay I probably would have slapped you.” He admits before offering Kaz a cracker.

[greedbowstome]

“You didn’t have to lay it out all quite so plainly,” he says, a bit cross at having it in front of him like that; though he knows that was the intent— Noah seems to have a thing about facing these sorts of topics head on with no brakes.

He shakes his head a little in silent refusal of the proffered snack.

“I can’t do anything my about most of it.” He shrugs a little, almost sinking back against the couch. “Jesper made the right decision asking me, and I knew when I found them in the hallway, I couldn’t let Wylan do it. I did what had to be done, like I always do.” No matter the blood it stained his hands with nor the effect it had on him.

[enoderedrum]

“Yeah, I did. Sometimes I have to voice the stuff you don’t want to talk about so you can see it for what it is and not what you think it is,” Noah shrugged and nibbled on the denied cracker.

He listens and nods a few times in response to certain parts, biting on the tip of his thumb all year while before he drops his hand.

“Yeah, Jes made the right decision in who he chose to take care of it cause you lock away your emotions the best out of all of you. But,” he frowned, “you need to feel what you’re feeling. Part of the reason you are the way you are is because you’ve locked it all away whether it’s to save everyone around you or yourself, only you know. But I know you’re hurting over this….”

He frowned a little, “What you’re feeling is exactly what I didn’t want Kavinsky to feel. Plus, I wasn’t sure if he would kill me or let me kill him. And I couldn’t accept either of those options—“ he paused and shook his head, “Anyway, that’s… my point is don’t lock it away. Voice it. Out loud . And it’ll be easier to let go of. If you don’t you’ll feel the full weight of it forever.”

[greedbowstome]

I knew it. is the first thought that enters his mind on hearing that. Though he hardly hides things the way Kaz does, he feels like he’s getting to know Noah better. Certain things are becoming… not quite predictable, that isn’t really a word Kaz would use for him, but… he’s starting to understand the way the other boy thinks. It’s a comforting thing to him, to be able to see things the way other people do, even if he does not necessarily like it or agree with the angle.

He frowns at that. “I do feel it.” Quietly and alone in his head and in his chest, every day. His lips twitch but it isn’t the genuine amused thing Noah has seen once or twice before— it’s twisted sharper, something barely not mocking. It’s not Kaz, the boy, it’s the idea of him, the Bastard of the Barrel that asks, “What do you propose? That I have a cry about it on your shoulder?” He huffs softly, shaking his head, that same smirk still in place. “Not happening, Noah.”

He shakes his head again, “That won’t change anything. It doesn’t l make it hurt less. It doesn’t make it go away. Putting a name and a voice to the thing that hurts you does nothing of any value.”

[enoderedrum]

This…was different.

No, Kaz was different. This felt more like the boy he has met on Mammon’s island. Sharper. Noah wasn’t sure how he felt about it. But he understood it. This was what Kaz hid behind.

It was like Kavinsky and his ‘I don’t give a shit’ attitude. Ronan’s anger.

The ghost let him rage in his own way for a while and he didn’t respond. Didn’t react more than a few flickered expressions that he hid away as quickly as they came.

“If you want to cry I wouldn’t judge you but no,” he shrugged, “I expect you to be angry first. Break some things. Get it out of your system. The anger that you had to be the one to do it. That you had to bite your tongue and pull the trigger. That you were chosen at all. And then…the seal will be broken enough for you to feel the pain. The loss. The regret. You can’t heal from anger, but that’s a secondary emotion anyway.” He shrugged lightly and leaned back against the couch.

[greedbowstome]

He stares at him for a long moment, never saying a word. It's annoying, Kaz realizes, Noah understanding him as well as he does, as quickly as he has. Anger is, actually, the emotion through which he processes almost everything else. Probably not the hardest thing about him to figure out, but that doesn't make it any less irritating.

"And if I don't want that seal broken in the first place?" he challenges, eyes narrowed curiously at the other boy. He doesn't, not really. In many ways, it's simply easier to carry on this way. Familiar. Safer.

[enoderedrum]

“Then you’ll never be able to move past that moment where you killed your best friend. It will eat you alive, you’ll swallow it down and become someone you don’t actually want to be and then one day you’ll snap,” Noah replies too confidently for it to just be pulled out of no where.

And maybe this situation hits a little closer to home.

Different but the same.

Noah’s situation was on a different playing field but the part of hun that wasn’t bitter, understood Barrington. He may not have ever addressed his feelings on the matter but there was regret hiding in the midst of everything.

Would Jesper want Kaz to suffer that particular regret? Probably not.

He worries his bottom lip, “I know you’re probably wondering why I’m addressing this but it all comes back around to your issue. I promise. Your touch trauma issues stem from the emotions connected to the act. Jesper was a dead thing when you did what you did. So combine the dead thing with killing your best friend, you’ve got a whole other layer added to your trauma. So…you have to face this one while it’s fresh so we can move on to the more ingrained issues. Am I making sense of is my sleep deprived brain too loopy.” He mutters softly, “it makes sense in my head….”

[greedbowstome]

"...you killed your best friend."

The words reverberate in his head and then throughout the rest of him, and the feeling settles in his chest and threatens to choke the breath straight from his lungs. Everything else Noah says is just noise, lost to the bit of a spiral Kaz is traveling down suddenly; all he can think now is of Jesper coming to his room–

"I came here to give you this."

"I'm trusting you with this."

Wylan in the hallway and Jesper at the other end–

"Wylan... I need you to leave."

"No mourners..."

The too-clear ring of a single shot–

The undeniable 'thud' of a body dropping–

The dull lifelessness in Jesper's eyes–

"...you killed your best friend."

The only thought in his head, besides Noah's words, are his own. The thing he dared to admit to Inej the day it all happened.

I don't know how to live with this.

I don't know how to live with this.

I don't know how to live with this.

Something in him lurches, though it's hard to tell if the reaction is from his gut or in his chest, it's sharp and it's visceral. It's The Reaper's Barge, except he's not young, and it's Jesper in the pile this time instead of his brother. It's a sense of drowning, no air in his lungs, or it's all frozen and turned to ice in his chest.

Kaz is never, ever emotional in an outward way, but it's stark across his face how very, very wrong everything is in this moment. But so much of what's happening is still internal, and it's the sort of spell he isn't equipped to stop. Instead, everything is stuck on some endless loop.

[enoderedrum]

It was going to be bad. Noah knew that. He was prepared for bad after what they had all gone through; after knowing what the Crows had had to do. What Kaz had had to do.

But this? This wasn't bad it was...suffocating and raw, ripping at the emotional tethers that kept people connected.

Noah could hear the words.
He could see what Kaz saw.
But he felt every lancing piece as it fell into place and shattered in his soul.

The ghost was watching him, staring right at him but he didn't see anything but the colors flashing around his psyche that represented pain, regret, anger, remorse, hate, mourning…

"...no mourners, no funerals.." Noah mumbled off-handedly and cocked his head a little to one side as he sank down, closer, closer, closer but he didn't reach for him. No, he'd never make that jump. Not when Kaz was drowning inside of himself like this.

"Kaz. It wasn't real," he urges, "it was a terrible mindfuck but it wasn't real. Jes is breathing and you need to start doing that, too. Do you hear me? Breathe." He waited a second and inched a little closer, "Kaz! Fucking breathe for me! I'm right here, grab on and climb out of that. It isn't real."

[greedbowstome]

“No mourners, no funerals.”

The words are right, but the voice is wrong.
Why is the voice wrong?

He can’t think clear enough past the fog in his brain, everything there feels like it’s filled with candy floss instead of thoughts. But it’s better than anything else right now, it’s safer like this, he’s sure of that much. Nothing else can hurt him if everything is clouded up like this.

“Kaz.”

His eyes are unfocused, but he sees just fine.
Noah. Why was he crouched in front of him like that? Why did he look so concerned?

“Breathe.”

Wasn’t he?
Maybe not.
Maybe the fog had made him forget to try.

The breath he finally takes is stuttered and shaky at best, not quite completely shaken out of his nightmarish reverie. He stares at Noah, still kneeling in front of him, for several long, drawn out and silent minutes, trying to make sense of everything.

“I can’t— I can’t do this. I can’t. You have to leave.” His words are half-breathless as his body tries to remember its proper functions. “You can’t be here… when he gets here. I can’t be like this when he gets here.”

[enoderedrum]

Noah jerked back a little at the demand. Did Kaz really think he was in any position to kick him out of here right now? Not once but twice he has drowned with him. He was not going to throw him into the water and just leave him to deal with this himself.

“No. Bullshit.” Noah scoffed and had the will to look offended, “You’re not the only one feeling this, you know. You share it with me every second you feel something. I’m not leaving you with this alone so shut up and take a minute to gather yourself. You are not weak. You can do this.”

He huffed and sat down on the floor, “When he gets here you’re going to tell him exactly what you feel because you need to hear what he has to say so you can get past this.”

[greedbowstome]

He stares at Noah, gaze sharp and cautious, and a tiny bit uncertain. He continues to be surprised by the other boy, how firmly he sticks to things even when arguably he shouldn’t. At least, Kaz feels like he shouldn’t. But Noah doesn’t have the fear of him the way half of Ketterdam does, if they know what’s good for them. And though he knows it, Kaz is still thrown by it every time.

“No.” It’s instant, before Noah even has half of it out of his mouth. “I’m not. I am not doing that. I’m not putting this on him.” He shakes his head. “He remembers it— every second of it. And we already talked about it. There’s nothing else to say. He made his position clear and I’m not bringing it up again.”

[enoderedrum]

So stubborn.

Well, Noah is stubborn, too.

“I’m not leaving until you two face this together. You’re not alone in this and I’m sure when you talked before you made sure you were as brief and detached as you could be.” He shook his head and got comfortable.

[greedbowstome]

“I’m not talking to him about anything with you here. It’s not your problem, Noah.” But that isn’t entirely true, is it? Noah has already taken more than a few of Kaz’s problems on as his own, and this won’t be any different. Except that Kaz is digging his heels in on this much harder than the rest.

[enoderedrum]

“I’m not leaving, Kaz,” Noah shook his head and then got up to go check the laundry. It would give them space and make his point at the same time.

He was not going to leave until Kaz laid out some honest to god feelings. It was Jesper for fucks sake! If he couldn’t be completely naked (emotionally) with him then he had no right allowing Noah in. And he had. Clearly.

Switching shifts he load and he comes back in and sits down again, “Also. You’re not angry with him about his not so little sip up, right?”

[greedbowstome]

He frowns in the wake of that declaration, watching as he wanders away. Belatedly, Kaz realizes where he had gone and decides not to follow him and instead continues frowning after him. He really doesn’t want Noah here for that talk with Jesper. Not so he can avoid talking about it all with him, but it’s awkward.

And Noah’s question upon his return does not make it less so.

“What?” He squints at the other boy, unsure why that is his sudden line of questioning. And on second thought, “How did you know about that?”

[enoderedrum]

Noah didn’t plan on staying for all of it but he wanted to make sure they addressed everything. Even if it meant just telling Jes.

Regardless, the change of topic was somewhat necessary. He shoved his hands into his pockets and bit back a laugh, “Because he called me right after in a tizzy wanting to know if there was a way to fix it. He was worried you were going to get mad over it. So…are you mad?” He watches Kaz lazily but he’s definitely paying attention.

[greedbowstome]

“Saints,” he mutters under his breath. How many more people knew, then? Wylan, surely, since he was the intended recipient. Noah, apparently, because clearly they all turn to him about modern things they have no reference for. Thank the Saints Nina wasn’t here for this.

“We already talked about it.” Sort of. Ish. There was meant to be more of it later today. He wonders if there’s any way to back out of that just now— probably not. Jesper would just walk in like it was his own room. Bar that, Kaz has taught him to pick a lock or two so not much will stop him.

It also wasn’t really an answer. Except Noah is swiftly learning how to read between the lines with Kaz in a way the Kerch boy doesn’t exactly like. He can probably deduce well enough from that little comment alone.

[enoderedrum]

Noah narrows his eyes innocently, “Then why did he tell me he was coming by to talk about it after we’re done?”

He smiles and finally does laugh softly against the fabric of his hoodie, “It was a pretty great picture though, wasn’t it? Anyway, I woke him up this morning as payback for waking me up last night. I told him I’d let him know if you were gonna cane him or if everything was okay.”

He pauses and pulls his phone out, “So…are you mad or is everything okay?”

[greedbowstome]

His jaw sets at that question, and his lips pull into a tight line at the next one. This is not a conversation he wants to be having with Noah. Or at all. But he supposes in some sense Jesper at least he owes it to— Noah is another story altogether.

He dislikes the connotation that rests on either answer to this, but Noah won’t give up. That’s one thing Kaz has learned about him by now. He has persistence and patience both in spades. He almost shoots back something about how Jesper knows damn well he’d never actually use his cane on him, but he decides it’s irrelevant to the wider topic at hand.

His features set a little firmer still when Noah pulls his phone out. Honestly. The audacity. “You can tell him it’s fine.” The words are bitten out, but it’s his annoyance at Noah causing that more than anything else.