#✮|| I thought we were friends but now we’re enemies ||✮ Default v; Nea

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@exorcistalice​​ ||

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                                ❛❛ Say what you mean, tell me I'm right and let the sun rain down on me. Give me a sign, I want to believe. ❜❜

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@in-somnis-verita​​ || [x]

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                                The cool morning wind seeps through his coat and all the garments beneath. Carefully he turns over the flowers held between his fingers, lifting his head as Cornelia’s branches creak with a new weight in them. Two sets of gold eyes meet and a gloved hand raises to help the smaller of the two from the tree’s branches. His eyes turning away, not wanting to risk seeing something not meant for him to see. Once she stands besides him, gloved fingers lift, faintly tucking a loss lock behind her ear, leaving the flower with it before his hand pulls away. Nea’s face doesn’t express whatever is going through his head at the moment. The gentle shock of blue and faint pink in some of the other buds complimenting her eyes well. 

                                He’s...oddly somber today. Soon, soon it’d be too dangerous to meet here at Cornelia. The world is beginning to weigh on Atlas’s shoulders, even if his back remains straight and his chin is held high. There’s a hidden fear of the unknown in his tense muscles. 

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@wastedexorcist​ || cont

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                                       He draws closer, hands resting on the backs of the couch the man sits upon, lifting one knee to rest it on the couch. He’s almost too close for comfort, yet gold eyes stare deep into that red-eye and cross of the other’s mask.  ❛❛ Oh, I know you well, ‘Father Marian’. ❜❜

                                        He grins, perhaps a bit too much teeth. His killing intent almost overflowing. of course, he’s still just as much as the chaotic bastard as he has always been. But there’s no denying that deep rumbling sourced from the Noah’s chest as his skin turns grey, leaning closer just a tad. ❛❛ Perhaps, too well. Would you agree? Is there something that you’re perhaps hiding from me? Like perhaps. Where the golem is? ❜❜

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@exorcistalice​ || 

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                                      ❛❛ I was just surprised at how you turned on me so fast, I let you in, I held you close. My blood flows like a river because I trusted you the most. ❜❜

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@exorcistalice​​ whispered:

“I’ve created a monster.” --------- —————-

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                                 ❛❛ Oh you really think so? ❜❜ He snorts, face splitting into a mocking grin at the smaller woman. Oh that’s just cute. Is she referring to him? Does she really think she’s had any influence on him? The Noah wants to laugh, and does without hesitation, ribs soon aching as he howls with laughter in the small train cart. Arms wrap around his belly, this is the hardest he’s ever laughed at in front of her. 

                                   It easily brings tears to his eyes, corset creaking faintly when he bends forward, quick to straighten himself again when the top begins to dig into his ribs. Oh, FUCK, that was hysterical. His face has gone red in his hysterics, tears freely going down his cheeks. Oh, that was going to be something he’d be laughing at for days to come, mockingly repeated to himself when she was out of earshot and giving himself another good chuckle. 

                                     He sighs, blowing out a breath as he wipes away the tears, eyes locks on the ceiling as he gets right under his eyes. A few blinks and an attempt to hold back his laughter later is all he can do to calm himself back down to his ‘gentlemanly’ appearance. Now that was a good giggle.

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                                       at least shes not yelling at him this time

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@wastedexorcist​​ ​|| cont

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                                       The Noah’s eyes flash open as the other shakes him, growing even paler as his head cants forward, lips pinching into a thin line. With all the drinking they’d done last night, even the Noah was feeling the repercussions. What state was this bastard’s liver in if he’s not just as ill as him? He quickly pushed the other away, scrambling away a few feet and dry gagging. His stomach lurches rather hard, body trembling faintly as he vomits on the side of the road, glad they’re just far enough out of town that the eldest Campbell twin wasn’t seen in such a disgraceful state. ❛❛ Shut-...shut up ya daft cunt- ❜❜

                                       He retches again, the shaking having pushed his belly over the edge. Lord have mercy on him, he’s learned his lesson. 

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@exorcistalice​ whispered:

“Where did you get that bruise?” -------------------------- Accepting [x]

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                                 Theres no point in hiding it or lying to her. He glances at her as he comes into the train’s room. The large bruise forming along his jawline, a grumble leaving his chest when she points it out, however. He doesn’t need to be reminded he just got his shit rocked by some drunk bastard a few carts down. He hates this, moving past her to immediately sit back down in his seat, glowering at the wall in his frustration.  

                                 ❛❛ A drunk. Anything else? ❜❜ He grumbles, crossing his arms  as he sinks into his seat, drumming his fingers against his bicep. If Alan or Cross were here, it would’ve been a lot easier to throw him over the guard rails in the back, now that would’ve really made up for the punch. He huffs, settling in to the idea of the guy tumbling along the tracks after being yeeted.

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@illuxions​​ || 

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                                       ❛❛ Oh, hey. I had a night, I had a day. I did one million stupid things. I said one billion foolish things. I'm not okay. I got a baseball bat beside my bed, The fight I fought inside my head, The fight I fought behind my meds. I'm lonely, lost in pain. ❜❜

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@denofmonstrum​ whispered:

"Nea, what are you doing in there?" --------- —————-

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                                 ❛❛ A barmaid named Jezebel! What the bloody fuck do you think I’m doing?! ❜❜ The Noah barks out from the other side of the bathroom door. His shirt, waist coat, corset, and other upper body garments resting on the counter and he sits on the edge of the tub. Hands shake as he tries to work through the pain shooting up his side, blood seeping through the bandages already. Damn, that’s a lot deeper than it felt during his fight earlier. Small hisses of pain leave the Noah as he fiddles with the bandaging, pressing the gauze tighter into the honeyed gash. 

                                 With tight money and no place to store antiseptics, natural things like sugar and honey were his best bets. He never remembered what sugar did, but his mother always put it on his bandages and injuries when he was younger and things seemed to heal a little faster. But he knows that bacteria can’t grow in honey, and that’s probably the only reason he hadn’t gotten septic during his last time on the run. Finally finished tying off the bandages, he sits for a minute. Panting as the pain creeps up his ribs, head between his knees, white hair slick with sweat. This body, it fucking sucks. It might be in better shape than his original one, but god dammit does this body not nearly have as much pain tolerance around the ribs.

                                  It really should with how many different spots he’s counted where fractures and breaks have healed. 

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@firestartermelia​ 

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                               ❛❛ Listen to my voice, please try to understand. The one you call Messiah is a lie. ❜❜

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@exorcistalice​​ whispered:

                “We’re both so exhausted we can’t even argue about not being exhausted.”

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                                       A grumble left the Noah where he laid in the train cart, the rattling leading him closer and closer to slumber. He looks to Alice and bares his teeth, threatening something horrible to occur should she try to awake him again. ❛❛ Exactly. So shut up and sleep, woman. I’m tired of hearing your voice tonight, go for a walk or something if you’ve got enough energy to talk still. ❜❜

                                       He sighs as he rolls over, pulling his coat around himself tighter as he shivers, timcanpy puffing his feathers out and shivering as well.

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@exorcistalice​​​​ whispered:

She couldn't fall asleep for an hour, turning around on the bed and when she is fed up with it, she almost pleads with a request. «Nea, will you sing me a lullaby? Please, I can't sleep!»

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                                        Sing her a lullaby? What does he look like? Her wetnurse?! The Noah lifts his head to look back at her before pointedly rolling over, putting his back to the exorcist to try and sleep. Cheeks puff out before he tries to return to sleep. Golden eyes close, face relaxing as he settles in. Only to find himself now wide awake. He almost wants to throw a fit, unable to remember the last time he slept well. 

                                          He’s hesitant to move, glancing back over his shoulder before settling in again and breathing with his belly. ❛❛ So the little infant fell into a deep sleep. Among the grey ashes the flames exhibit life force...First one, then two ...Making shapes of the profile of your lovely face. The vast land filled with thousands of dreams, dreams. On the night when the silver eyes were trembling, the shining you was born. Across millions of years, no matter how many prayers have already returned back to the ground. ❜❜ 

                                            He keeps his singing soft, though the lullaby brings back memories he doesn’t need to remember now. He remembers being a small boy, listening to Katerina sing the song to both Mana and himself. He closes his eyes, ignoring tears that spill without permission as he sings for the exorcist. ❛❛ I will still continue to pray. Please bestow upon this child your love. Upon our joined hands, leave a gentle kiss. So the little infant fell into a deep sleep. Among the grey ashes the flames exhibit life force...First one,then two ...Making shapes of the profile of your lovely face. The vast land filled with thousands of dreams, dreams. On the night when the silver eyes were trembling, the shining you was born. Across millions of years, no matter how many prayers have already returned back to the ground. I will still continue to pray. Please bestow upon this child your love. Upon our joined hands, leave a gentle kiss. I will still continue to pray. Please bestow upon this child your love. Upon our joined hands, leave a gentle kiss. ❜❜

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@exorcistalice​​ whispered:

                [Soft] - Be gentle and comforting.

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                                       So...so tired. He wants to close his eyes for just a moment, leaning heavier into the warmth the other provides. Timcanpy kneads at his shoulder, making the Noah relax further against the other to his right. Her head occupies his other shoulder, and if he moves he knows he’ll wake her. So instead he remains deathly still, gold eyes doing their best to stay open, looking around the empty train cart. He feels something poking at his mental guards, trying to find a way into his head, reflexively strengthening them, a deep but quiet rumble of a growl coming from his chest, counting the seconds until it gives up.

                                       It took Wisely 37 seconds to give up this time, and he feels mentally exhausted from guarding himself so much. He does one more round on his walls, making sure they’re all up and fortified before finally leaning his cheek to the crown of her head and letting his eyes shut. Slowly the Noah’s breathing evens out, only for the exorcist to stir, earning a gentle grumble. ❛❛ Relax...go back to sleep. ❜❜

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“If I tell you what I did, we’ll probably never see one another again.”(To Nea, guessing she means something horrible she did in the past. Also, love these mems so much, wish to send nearly all of this c;)

@exorcistalice || Betrayal & Regret

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                                         His mind races as he tries to think of what she could possibly be referring to. He rolls the lollipop in his mouth to the otherwise, leaning against the train railing, watching the scenery of the English countryside go by. A harsh crack coming from his jaws as he bit down on the hardened candy, eyes distant as his mind goes through any chances she had away from him to call the Order, or worse, even get in touch with the Noah for whatever reason he could think of.

                                         ❛❛ So? You never know until you tell me. I promise I won’t be angry. ❜❜ Nea responds. His expression twists for a moment, eyes closing and jaws opening as he yawns. Lithe arms are lifted above his head, stretching his back out, causing small cracks up and down his spine. The muscles beginning to release as he works the tension out. He was going to do his best to pretend his paranoia wasn’t getting the best of him yet. Things could go really bad if he jumped the gun on this. 

                                         Gold eyes become sharp as he looks for whatever could lead him to suspect they weren’t at least three steps ahead of the other Noah. He needed to be certain, and what she had said were making his nerves fray, teeth chewing at the inside of his cheeks.

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@illuxions​ || this was supposed to be a drabble

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                                     There’s a heavy silence in the otherwise active dream realm. Slowly he draws closer to the center. Things twitching and turning, hallways changing as he walks down them. the hands of dolls reach out, brushes against the fabric of his long coat and passing through it. He pays them no mind, not like he could help them or they could ever return to how they once were. There’s the sound of boots as he walks, yet his feet don’t touch the floor. There aren’t even any feet beneath him, just the fog that comes flowing after him and the chill to the air around him.

                                      This is getting so tiring. So painfully tiring. How long has he come down these very same winding halls to find her curled up within? He seems to open a door at random, stepping in without fear, walking closer to the Noah curled up on the loveseat hidden in the room. Gently a cold hand reaches out, smoothing down unruly hair as he kneels down to face level. 

                                       A gentle smile is offered as he tries to comfort his dear ‘sister’. He knows he's partly to blame for her current agony with Adam twisting the knife he’s put in her chest. Slowly blued lips part, ❛❛ Ag titim go tapa ina chodladh. Go bhfaighidh an buachaill beag seo brionglóidí blásta, I measc na luaithreach agus na lasracha a lasann spéir na hoíche. Ceann ar cheann, ag titim go bog ❜❜

                                       His voice comes out just as velvety as it had when they’d been together in that house when they’d grown up playing together in the wheat fields, when thunder cracked across the skies and rain poured, and they hid away in mother’s room. Yet he sings the song mother sang to them both in those scary nights to comfort her now, twenty years after his death. They were losing time. Soon, soon the others would be returning. They needed to act, but he also needed Road to be in her right mind for this all to work.