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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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[bestfuneralever]

kk

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And stay, he does, flopped across his bed in his new room with his new people milling about in their own parts of the suite (or gone, or sleeping, maybe, he couldn’t say for sure) a bottle of Jack sits on the nightstand, over half-empty, cigarettes somewhere near the foot of the bed with no lighter in immediate sight. Probably in the floor somewhere. He’s a right and proper mess, just… all the way down, whenever Noah gets there.

[enoderedrum]

It doesn’t take long for Noah to actually show up, either. Klaus was still a new friend but Noah was more than a little fond of his spirit. Letting himself in, he immediately heads over to Klaus and holds his arms out, “What happened? Or are you just drunk?”

[bestfuneralever]

Klaus doesn't hesitate in latching onto the other, curling up with him as soon as he's close enough to do so with. "Everybody keeps disappearing," he mumbles, burying his face into whatever part of Noah is closest at the moment.

He wants to cry.
He wants to scream.
He wants to be numb to it all.

But more than that, he just wants someone solid and real here, right this second, and he grips Noah tighter.

[enoderedrum]

The fact that someone wants something solid, and ends up gripping a ghost has to be one of the funniest things ever. On a different day he might have laughed but no, on this day he gathers Klaus up and breathes a sigh.

He understands that feeling all too well. It was one of the main reasons he did t dare extend his heart anywhere past the Ravens (with Nat as the only exception). Though, that list was slowly inching towards crows, now, too.

“I know,” he breathes, “and it’ll continue to happen but you’re okay. It’ll be okay.”

[bestfuneralever]

Klaus would like to be able to do that, but the truth is he just can't. He latches onto people too quickly, cares too much, too fast. This sort of thing was just always doomed to wreck him every time it happened.

Noah doesn't even hesitate in dragging him up and letting him curl into him as much as he wants and, fuck, that's just... really, really nice right now.

A bitter, hollow sound pulls from him, it isn't a laugh, not really, but it tried to be one. "I'm not okay... I haven't been okay for a really, really long time." his words fade off into a mumble as tears flood his eyes, trying to choke him. He doesn't really want to cry. He isn't sure how he'll stop if he starts, so he tries to swallow it down.