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NETWORK USERNAME:
ripraven

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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From:

greedbowstome

Hey.

From:

greedbowstome

Noah...?

From:

greedbowstome

Can we talk?

From:

greedbowstome

Just tell me where you are. You said you weren't mad...

From:

greedbowstome

Just... answer me.

From:

greedbowstome

Please.

From:

enoderedrum

I’m not mad.

From:

greedbowstome

[The noise that signals a text grips at his chest, tight in the anticipation of seeing who it was from––

Seeing the too-familiar name at the top of the notifications makes something uncurl there, too.

The crowded feeling in his chest does not disappear completely, a hundred other things are still living to make it tense, but just that little bit. Because of Noah. His words. His existence on the side of the screen.

Kaz realizes how haughty and entitled what he's sending might sound.
He just decides he doesn't care.]

Why weren't you answering?

From:

enoderedrum

I’m working through some things.

…

Are you okay?

From:

greedbowstome

What things? Because of...

[There's a long pause between texts, then.
But.
Eventually.]

No.

From:

enoderedrum

Yeah.

[ Because of Hellburbia. ]

What’s wrong? Aren’t you with Jes???

From:

greedbowstome

[That isn't great.
"Hellburbia" isn't the word he was going to fill in.
Everything feels too wrong. Like the whole world was set just a little to the left since he got back, and he's the only one that's noticed.]

No. I mean. Not right now. Can't sleep. And the room felt too small.

[He isn't sure anything will ever feel right again, after this. How can it?

Right now he's taken to idly wandering the hotel. Slow, partially because he has no destination; partially because in his haste to leave a room that felt like it had no oxygen left inside of it, he'd forgotten his cane.

(He can't help the bitter thought that hadn't needed it as much, there).]

From:

enoderedrum

[ pausing in the hall he reads those messages a few times and sighs to himself, tapping the edge of the device with his finger….

….]

Tell me where you are….maybe I can help before I leave.

From:

greedbowstome

[There is a flurry of reactions at reading that. First, just a flustered sort of inner-response he wouldn't know how to put into words if asked to try.

Then, it's an intense insistence of no–

And Don't be like that–

And something sharp and uncertain–

And–– ]

That isn't why I text you.

From:

enoderedrum

Kaz. Where are you?

From:

greedbowstome

I asked you first.

[It's true.
It's petty.
It's petulant.

He doesn't care.]

Coffee shop.

[He might need something stronger than coffee, though.]

From:

enoderedrum

[ he doesn’t respond, just heads in that direction with his bag of clean laundry.

Caffeine when you can’t sleep is kind of….counterproductive, Sir.

But he makes his way to the shop and his heart does weird things when he sees him. He pushes it all down and lowers the guard a little tighter for Kaz’s sake as he approaches him. ]

Coffee isn’t going to help you sleep, you know.

From:

greedbowstome

He doesn't know how this is going to go. He can see a hundred different ways it might play out in his mind, but none of those scenarios are helping him right now. He isn't sure what will help him right now.

Coffee isn't it, it's just something to do.

Kaz senses him, in the way he always knows when Inej walks into a room even if he isn't looking at her, in the way he always senses Noah, before he sees him.

The movement too close in front of him catches his attention. And then he looks up, and the sight of his ghost might as well have been a punch to the gut that stole all the breath from his lungs.

Just for that initial, tiny, split-second moment when his eyes latch on the other boy's presence in front of him.

Over a month.

"Can't sleep anyway, what does it matter?" Kaz is not sure how he managed to sound that casual when he feels nothing like it at all.

From:

enoderedrum

Guarded like this, he can’t tell one hundred percent what Kaz is really feeling but where it feels like his heart is in his throat, the other boy seems… Noah doesn’t know. Everything is messed up right now. All of it. He knows it’s his own fault but he dug this hole he’s in and he isn’t ready to climb out of it yet.

He drops his bag and sits down carefully.

A month. No, it’s been longer than that.

“Why can’t you sleep?” He asks quietly, “you’re safe now. No one is messing with you anymore. I know it’s easier said than done but Jes won’t let anything happen.”

From:

greedbowstome

Something about this moment feels surreal, almost stilted. Like it can’t possibly be truly happening at all.

The ease with which he sets his bag down.
The careful way he takes the seat across from him.
It’s something in his posture.
Or the softness of his question.

It’s that same feeling of the world being shifted just a few inches to the left in his absence.

Something is off.
Tilted.
Wrong.

But he can’t put a finger on what. Or how or why.

Kaz stares down into the mug of coffee. He doesn’t want to answer the question. Or maybe it’s that he doesn’t know how to, exactly. There are so many reasons that he can’t pin it down to just one. “Maybe… but he didn’t let this happen, but it did. Everything in that place, I—“ his voice wavers to a halt before he finishes, “how can you expect me to just be okay because I’m here and not there?”

From:

enoderedrum

“I don’t expect anything from anybody,” Noah murmurs and settles back into his chair. His arms naturally cross over his middle; shielding or comforting himself, who’s to tell?

He lifts his gaze and watches Kaz. Or tries to.

He feels that shield wavering as guilt rushes back in.

Guilt. And pain. And hurt. And bitterness. Jealousy. Defeat.

He looks away again and forces it back into place. This is why he was staying away. This was why Cabeswater was his refuge.

“I’m sorry.”

From:

greedbowstome

He doesn’t know what to say to that as he lifts his gaze from his coffee back up to the boy across from him. He looks… small. Withdrawn into himself. Just that step above the way Noah has about him to just… fade into the background. He doesn’t like it.

Something flickers there across Noah’s face, but it’s so quickly there and gone that Kaz doesn’t quite catch it, even though he was looking right at him. What was it? Something angry? Hurt? Kaz isn’t sure and it bothers him.

Over a month.

His stomach twists when the thought comes to him again. It pounds over and over in his head with every single thing he doesn’t catch or know or understand. Somehow he feels like he’s back at the beginning with Noah, except the ghost— his ghost— is the one closing himself off and erecting walls where there should be none.

Wrong wrong wrong.

It’s the only thought that drums through his veins. Everything about this is wrong. Nothing is the way he left it.

Shifted.
Skewed.
Wrong.

Kaz doesn’t understand the apology. He shakes his head, a confused frown creasing his features. “What? No. What for?” It isn’t as though anything that happened is Noah’s fault. There’s no blame for him to shoulder.

Don’t be sorry, he isn’t sure how to say. just be here.

From:

enoderedrum

Of course none it it was his fault. Noah can’t control the things that He’ll chooses to do to them. But, the guilt is still there. It’s still clawing at the inside of his skull. He should have tried harder. He should have tried anything. He should have… Maybe if he had then it…

Rolling his tongue across his bottom lip, he slides his hands into his pockets. He doesn’t want to be here like this. Unstable. Uncertain. Feeling too much and not enough. His balance is all gone.

Beneath the table his knee bounces softly and he shakes his head, “I’m sorry I couldn’t get in there. That we couldn’t get you before you did things.” Before K. Before being teased with a good life without the pain without the loss without any of the truth.

He clears his throat and his brow furrows softly, “Anyway…if you’re really not sleeping, you could probably just ask K for something. Not all of his shit is addictive stuff. He can make you something to help you sleep.”

From:

greedbowstome

All the nervous, uncertain, restless gestures do not go missed by Kaz. The all too familiar endless surge of energy he sees in Jesper on the best of days is mirrored here in the barely-here, boy in front of him. Small fidgets that, alone, could mean nothing, but added together spell something else altogether. Something desperate to escape. From this feeling. From this table. This room.

From Kaz.

Everything about Noah right now, from the fidgets to the almost too-final sounding note in his words, screams someone who's about to dart out of a situation as fast as their feet might carry them. A numbing kind of panic shocks through him at the idea. "Don't leave." barrels out of his mouth before he can even let himself process anything else.

He can't let himself process the idea of Kavinsky, and asking him for anything, or his stupid smug face when he realizes... No. He will not be going to him for anything at all. He wasn't the important piece in any of Kaz's time here.

Outside of his Crows, that crowning achievement is only held by Noah.

He can't.
He can't not have Noah right now.
He can't.

From:

enoderedrum

Two words. It takes two words to draw Noah slowly out of his self inflicted cloud.

The ghost blinks once and looks across the table to watch Kaz. His knee stops shaking. His fingers stop fidgeting. It isn't because anything is better, it's just a shock to his system from a voice he hasn't heard in what feels like a long time.

"I can't stay," he murmurs, "not until I can get out of my own head."

That's the truth.

"All I can think about is blood, and dying, and not being able to get to you, and you and Kavinsky, and Barbie's bullshit, and not having my house, and not being able to do anything." It all rushes around like clothes in a washing machine switching from the wash to the rinse cycle.

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