detnu-a-h

[detnu-a-h]

WAIT UP, Saena befriending the mothers of kids at the same school as his, while they wait for their kids or go to reunions and all that. GIVEEEE

BONUS if he meets a single father of a kid too... potential love interest? GIVEEEE

[detnu-a-h]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 . ( a collection of headcanon prompts based on each zodiac sign . adjust questions as desired . )

⊹ — ARIES . ≻ how does your muse handle competition ? ≻ what is your muse's biggest regret ? ≻ how does your muse handle losing control ? ≻ how does your muse express their passion ?

⊹ — TAURUS . ≻ what is your muse's most prized possession ? ≻ how does your character show their reliability ? ≻ what is your muse's favorite way to relax ? ≻ what simple things does your muse find joy in ?

⊹ — GEMINI . ≻ how does your muse communicate with others ? ≻ how does your muse handle the duality within themselves ? ≻ is your character predictable ? unpredictable ? ≻ how does your muse react to change ?

⊹ — CANCER . ≻ how does your muse react to emotional manipulation ? ≻ what is your muse's most treasured family tradition ? ≻ what is a cherished memory your muse holds close ? ≻ how does your muse express love & care ?

⊹ — LEO . ≻ does your muse lead others effectively ? ≻ what is your muse's most arrogant behavior ? ≻ is your character confident ? charismatic ? ≻ how does your muse handle being ignored ?

⊹ — VIRGO . ≻ what is your muse's most dedicated project ? ≻ how does your muse assist others in times of need ? ≻ what are your muse's standards for themselves ? ≻ what does your muse find beauty in ?

⊹ — LIBRA . ≻ how does your muse bring balance to their surroundings ? ≻ is your muse a people pleaser ? ≻ how does your muse navigate justice & mercy ? ≻ how does your muse handle having to confront someone ?

⊹ — SCORPIO . ≻ what is your muse's most transformative experience ? ≻ is your muse the jealous type ? are they possessive ? ≻ does your muse engage in introspection often ? ≻ how does your muse deal with obsession ?

⊹ — SAGITTARIUS . ≻ is your muse a workaholic ? what's their view of workaholics ? ≻ what is your muse's most reckless decision ? ≻ how does your muse handle commitment ? ≻ does your muse experience wanderlust ? where would they go ?

⊹ — CAPRICORN . ≻ how does your muse demonstrate their ambition ? ≻ is your muse an optimist , realist, or pessimist ? ≻ does your muse value their legacy ? what have they done to ensure it ? ≻ what is your muse's average daily routine ?

⊹ — AQUARIUS . ≻ what is a cause or a movement your muse is deeply involved in ? ≻ how does your muse handle unpredictability ? ≻ does your muse challenge the status quo ? how ? ≻ what subject or field is your muse passionate about learning ?

⊹ — PISCES . ≻ is your muse sensitive, or do they have a thick skin ? ≻ does your muse have any escapist behaviors ? ≻ what does your muse dream about ? are they lucid , do they sleepwalk ? ≻ how does your muse handle harsh criticism ?

[detnu-a-h]

What was Saena's relationship with Hyles like? Was he a patient of Hyles, or did he know him through other means? What was it like for him at the Sanatorium, is he glad to be out?

BAD. SO BAD.

On a good day, Saena thought Hyles was very annoying, Hyles thought of Saena as competition. While Hyles was deemed the favorite patient by one of the big dogs around, Saena was the deemed the best asset among them because of his unique abilities and the fact that he'd follow every single task precisely as he was asked to. He wouldn't complain, he wouldn't ask, he'd just do. Little to no incidents came from him and most of them stemmed from him hiding away to avoid procedures or other really small-scale ways of retaliating that only ended wasting time, at most. They were few and far between, and compared with the rest of the patients, this was a non issue. Hyles was unique in his own right and a great asset, sure, but he was quite unstable and would constantly cause trouble due to mostly his illness and his odd behaviors towards both doctors and fellow patients.

The two were both patients at the same section of the facility, for the most part. They were even on the same team, for a time, despite their differences and intolerance of each other.

Saena had it rough at the Sanatorium, but he was really good at following rules from really early on. That's not to say that he didn't suffer, the procedures he had to go through were always high-risk, painful, and thorough. The procedures really skewered his psyche and the way his body functions, so he is definitely glad to be out, it's part of all he ever wanted. He'd never want to be back at a place like that, no matter how bad the outside world turns out to be.

[detnu-a-h]

I wrote "30s" for Saena's age range, but I wanted to be more specific, he is definitely on his late 30s to early 40s.

I need to have a muselist that I can edit on mobile, siiigh. I do love this one but the editinggggg 😭

[detnu-a-h]

He eepy and neepies to sleepy

[detnu-a-h]

It was a silly thought, one of the many he had been taught to ignore. Flowers are part of the background, oftentimes an inconspicuous weapon. For Atom, though? A fierce element of distraction, for they attract bees – his favorite animal ever... Not that he'd tell anyone about that. He'd pay closer attention to flowers than he'd ever admit, too.

Today, no bees were in sight as they walked down the forest. Yet, this flower in particular, reminded him of the man beside him... The mission had gone smoothly, they were stealthing their way out just as smoothly and that, though good, was also very boring. Sure, he should remain on high alert, but he could do that while having fun. He thought it funny to make his thoughts clear by placing the vibrant, yellow flower above the man's ear as soon as he had the opportunity.

Soldier Boy is not thrilled at all, and Atom almost breaks his manufactured character with a laugh. Instead, he only lets out a scoff – thank goodness for the mask hiding his expression away... He was definitely smirking.

Pretty, he signs with his hands before he lifts a finger as a signal to make the other wait. He brings out his communicator, lowers its volume a bit before writing his reply up. The mechanical voice speaks on behalf of him.

[ "I placed a flower in your hair. It suits you. It's pretty. Keep it." ]

🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair (okay but Atom wanting to bother Soldier Boy)

Nonverbal RP Starters || @detnu-a-h

IT WAS UNEXPECTED, QUITE FUCKING LITERALLY and during a mission when Atom decides to pull some shit like that. The two of them are traveling on foot, which is usually the way to go, and plus it's FAR MORE THRILLING to come at your targets without them knowing what's coming for them. They're experts in this shit as they make themselves through the woods undetected and unrecognized. The sound of leaves crunching underneath the weight of their boots, nature being the only lively thing among the two. Soldier Boy stops, scanning his surroundings to determine where to head next, crouching down to eye the dirt as he searches for footprints of said targets. Assuming that Atom is doing the same, Soldier Boy lifts his head to ask Atom if he has found anything, but before he could ever utter a word to the other, it is all quiet down, forgotten, when Atom puts a flower in Soldier Boy's hair, resting along his ear. The older supe nose crinkles, his eyebrows drawn together as he narrows his eyes. "What the fuck are you doing?" It's more of a demand than a question, really. It's more of wanting to know WHY HE DID THAT ? WHY IS HE PUTTING FLOWERS in his fucking hair ?   

[detnu-a-h]

Last reblog: a friend (or more) like that for Saena, idk someone who brings out a more relaxed/fun side to him or something? Would adore that for sureeee!

[detnu-a-h]

gong yoo & lee dong wook - sk enmove zic: enmove showdown commercial film (30s) (2025)

(source)

[detnu-a-h]

"No–no! It doesn't bother me!" No-el is quick to reply to, though he mentally scolds himself for being so reactive about it. Couldn't he at least keep himself if even a bit composed? First of all, it wasn't his fault, the man just checked way too many boxes, even the ones he didn't even expect. His drinks, coupled with his service, were the best.

The more he found himself returning to the cafe, the more he found himself smitten by the man. And now...

He chokes while he tries to sip a little more of his drink. It's okay, he's not that nervous. He keeps part of his face buried against the matcha when Seongho states exactly what he had been looking for with his glance and he is actually coughing and pulling the drink away. He places the beverage back on the table, rubs the cloth around his arm against his mouth as he tries to compose himself.

A blink and then a harder blink... Seongho is still there, he still said what he said and here No-el is just... baffled. Never had he met anyone so direct.

"You– I– You mean," his eyes glance up briefly. They dart back to the cookie the other had grabbed and back at him. "I mean, yeah. Actually, you're right. I mean, even hosts deserve some treats, right? You, most of all..."

Finally, he feels like he can run beside his racing heart. Mutual interest like this was not easy to come by and, though unexpected, he... liked everything about this a lot already. He had to push through, no matter how nerve-wracking or how much he'd stumble. "Late night treats are my favorite, as you may have noticed. And I've always been curious about the section upstairs. I wouldn't mind getting to see it right now– I mean, soon. I mean, whenever you... you say."

This coffee shop was just much more than a place to grab something to drink, or so Seongho hoped. He had built this place in hope that people found a reliable place to rest, to take a moment and calm down from a stressful life. No-el was visiting often, how could Seongho not notice. He worked every shift on himself, he knew the faces that kept coming back, and No-el, wasn't he a handsome one? With a polite town, a nice smile. Maybe he got the extra nice foam, maybe Seongho took extra time in preparing the drinks. Maybe he did look at the other man in a certain way, oh was that so wrong? Trying to court a loyal guest? "I will stop if it bothers you?" Despite being a playful flirt, he took being a host pretty serious. He wanted to make sure people were at ease and comfortable when staying at his place. He was smirking, smiling, humming.

He was pleased to know that how he looked at No-el was working, in what way had yet to be figured out. He snickered a little. "Oh I wasn't aware I was doing the ask-me-out-face." He noticed with a tilt of his head, a single finger brushing over the counter while he watched the other. "But I like that idea." He rested his head up on his arms while watching the male enjoy his matcha latte, lips pursing. "While being absolutely available tomorrow, and yeah, I think you could be taking me on a date.. let me tell you what my gaze was supposed to do." He had always been a bit blunt and maybe that had always worked best for him. "You're having matcha right now.. which has me assume you might be awake for a bit longer. And I am open minded to staying awake just a bit longer myself." He grinned. "My bed is upstairs. That was what my gaze was supposed to do." He grabbed a leftover cookie from the bunch he would sell for half the price, since they weren't all fresh anymore. "I think I deserve a late night treat and I think, so do you."

[detnu-a-h]

Blood. He had a rocky relationship with it, to say the least.

Before, he thought blood was a lifeline. With his blood, he could give his brother some time. With his blood, he could find a cure, save his sibling, make the world better... But that very same blood could easily symbolize destruction. His boss had taught him as much. He'd splatter blood like it was made to destroy, like it was nothing more than a tool to bring nothingness.

It made him shiver to think about it all. He himself had even fallen for the whims of that encompassing darkness the Monarch loved to summon. Blood... had been soiled and, watching it on something as pretty and seemingly pure as snow made him nauseous. Yet, he was fascinated by it, he continued to fixate on it, as if it were the trace of some god, and he had witnessed something holy and unexplainable.

"I was thinking more like... Cinderella or something. You know, a grounded story about reflecting your best form and becoming... mesmerizing, for a bit." No-ah states and immediately feels wrong about even thinking something like that. Was it clear that he felt subpar with how he spoke about the fairytale and the blood he couldn't erase from his memory?

Though his eyes are more entertained with the offered gloves that he quickly grabs them. He hadn't realized he'd been shifting and shaking to try and keep the cold away, despite the thick jacket and warm earmuffs he had on. He quickly puts the thicker gloves on and immediately feels some relief. The cold was going to kill him some day... Maybe, he'd turn pretty like blood on snow, then.

"Where'd you learn to... do that?" Piers was probably right, snow was better off pristine, but... "I'd like to try it out sometime, myself. Uh, using a hunting knife properly and all that." He blows cold air against his gloved hands now, rubbing them against each other. "Thanks, for these. They're really nice. ...They were for me, right?"

Piers Nivans did not appreciate being labeled as a single thing, though he would not have been strictly opposed to being labeled as loyal and only that, if it came down to it. Had his family been warm, liberal, and overall joyous, he wondered what kind of impact would that have not only on his happiness but his personality. It wasn't as though he lacked free-will. If he so desired to take up painting, there was no one to stop him; only time and obligation could hinder things.

Perhaps his thoughts were unfortunate excuses for lacking that artistic or poetic eye. Piers did not understand it, yet he wanted to understand. That creeping desire to relate with someone but more than that to turn view something as ugly as blood as something transformed. He had seen so much of it -- blood. It was essential to life on Earth, but he was desensitized to the appearance and the view. Blood itself wasn't ugly; the reason around so much blood was perhaps the thing he perceived as being ugly.

With all that blood meant death. His father would have smacked him upside the head if he herd his son's thoughts. Killing was necessary and blah blah. For a man in the service, he did have a lot of opinions about death; all would collide with the majority of those who served in the armed forces. No-ah @detnu-a-h was right... it was fucked up. Piers tried to keep an open mind though the bridge of his nose wrinkled. The kind of cold that made wish for summer was sinking into his bones and into the flesh of his face. He pulled his scarf tighter around his neck and adjusted his balaclava, then used his gloved hands to wipe a hunting knife against the the outer canvas lining of his pants.

“ Stories like Hannibal Lecter or Alice in Wonderland? I like the snow pristine personally. ”

He sheathed the hunting knife and then offered a thicker pair of gloves to No-ah, retrieved from his study rucksack.

[detnu-a-h]

#HONEYMOON: assortment of lyrics (changed to be more dialogue-like) from lana del rey's album honeymoon. please note that some songs were easier to get lines from than others, so i apologize in advance!

HONEYMOON.

we both know that it's not fashionable to love me.

say you want me too.

truly there's nobody for you but me.

our honeymoon...

we make the rules.

we both know the history of violence that surrounds you.

i'm not scared.

there's nothing to lose now that i've found you.

there are violets in your eyes.

fire surrounds you.

there are roses in-between my thighs.

everything you do is elusive.

you're dreaming away your life.

MUSIC TO WATCH BOYS TO.

i do what you want.

i like you a lot.

i see you're going.

i was sent to destroy.

it never felt that right to me.

i love to love you.

lies can buy eternity.

i live to love you.

nothing gold can stay — like love or lemonade.

it's all a game to me anyway.

TERRENCE LOVES YOU.

you are what you are.

i lost myself when i lost you.

i don't matter to anyone.

i won't change you for anything.

i'll never dare change you to what you are not.

i'll let you be bad.

can you hear me?

GOD KNOWS I TRIED.

let there be light.

god knows i tried.

i've got nothing much to live for ever since i found my fame.

god knows i begged, borrowed, & cried.

light up my life.

i feel free when i see no one & nobody knows my name.

god knows i lost.

HIGH BY THE BEACH.

i know you know how i feel.

loving you is hard, being here is harder.

it's so surreal.

i don't want to do this anymore.

i can't survive if this is all that's real.

all i wanna do is get high by the beach.

the truth is: i never bought into your bullshit.

i know you don't understand.

now you're just another one of my problems.

we won't survive.

i'll do it on my own.

i don't need your money to get me what i want.

everyone can start again — not through love, but through revenge.

through the fire, we're born again.

peace by vengeance brings the end.

FREAK.

that's the way i feel for you.

if time stood still, i'd take this moment & make it last forever.

your halo's full of fire.

i'm rising up.

if you wanna leave, come to california.

be a freak like me too.

screw your anonymity.

loving me is all you need.

we could slow dance to rock music, kiss while we do it...

life makes sense when i'm with you.

you're cold as ice.

you're so amazing in every way.

i don't wanna fight.

if you stay, i'll stay.

ART DECO.

you're not mean.

you're just born to be seen.

you just can't win.

you're looking to score.

you want more.

got things that have yet to be seen.

a little party never hurt no one.

we were born to be free.

RELIGION.

everything is fine now.

for you, there's only love.

let sleeping dogs lay.

leave it all behind.

let the ocean wash away.

everything's bright now.

i need your love.

when i'm down on my knees, you're how i pray.

you're my religion.

i can't envision that for a minute.

no need to survive now.

SALVATORE.

everything looks better from above.

ciao, amore.

i adore you.

all the lights are sparkling for you, it seems.

i've been waiting for you all this time.

can't you see you're meant for me?

i've been cold without you.

catch me if you can.

salvatore can wait.

now it's time to eat soft ice cream.

THE BLACKEST DAY.

carry me home.

i have heavy heartstrings.

i don't really wanna break up.

it's not easy for me to talk about.

it's hard to express; i can't explain.

it's been the blackest day.

don't wanna talk about the things to come.

all i hear is billie holiday. it's all i play.

i'm looking for love in all the wrong places.

there's nothing for us to talk about.

now that he's gone, i can't feel nothing.

you should've known better.

i got you where i want you.

it's not one of those phases i’m going through.

i'm on my own again.

24.

there's only twenty-four hours in a day, & half as many ways for you to lie to me.

my little love.

be careful of the company you keep.

there's only 24 hours & that's not enough to lie like you lie or love like you love.

my lying love.

be careful of the ones you choose to leave.

you're hard to touch.

give me your heat.

you're hard to reach.

give me your diamonds.

you count to three while they're all dying.

SWAN SONG.

i will never sing again.

it'll be our swan song.

you won't work another day.

put your white tennis shoes on & follow me.

nothing could stop the two of us.

i'm gonna follow you.

why work so hard when you could just be free?

my sweet.

you've been gone so long, you missed everything.

let's just get lost.

dive in, dive deep.

do you like where you've been? where you're going to?

say goodnight to the life in the world we live.

DON'T LET ME BE MISUNDERSTOOD.

you understand me now.

don't you know no one alive can always be an angel?

if i seem edgy, i want you to know: i never mean to take it out on you.

i'm just a soul whose intentions are good.

you know sometimes, i'm just so carefree.

it seems that all i have is worry.

please, don't let me be misunderstood.

life has its problems.

'cause i love you.

i'm just human — don't you know i have faults like anyone?

sometimes i find myself alone regretting some little foolish thing, some simple thing that i've done.

i try so hard.

[detnu-a-h]

A SHOP FOR KILLERS - 1x4

[detnu-a-h]

that's what social media is made for:

so I can see Lee Dong Wook hula-hoop in the middle of the night

(x)

[detnu-a-h]

The flavor of your soul:

cinnamon

oh child of spice you are bound to the core of the earth. can you feel the heartbeat of nature pulsing through your veins. you are the mouthful of autumn that scorched through your throat, you are the pepper of life that wakes up the weary. the foolish and shaking will attempt to dilute you with sickening sugar, do not let them. your spark is what keeps us alive my dear. keep burning, little star. you see the beauty and the light, but oh you have been fed poison and refuse to drop it onto other's tongues. be wild. I know what your heart is chanting. run. run. run. run dear, find your story. do not trade your spirit for safety. you are a child of the earth, forever seeking, forever dancing.

Snatched from: @fire-branded (thank you cause this looked awesome)

Tagging: @dollhidden (for your highest muse and Tsireya) @thcrealheroes (Soldier Boy or Butcher) @homelander-rp-blog @wakingdrcams (Nijah!) @learningtodie (for thero or micum? or any current high muse of yours!) and anyone else who sees this, consider yourself tagged by me (so tag me on your stuff)!

[detnu-a-h]

Has Saena met anyone Hyles knows, like the twins for example?

Back at the Sanatorium, he did meet most of the people Hyles had met and then some! He didn't keep track of the doctors themselves, but he did know of the patients, for the most part.

Outside, though, he's been trying to steer clear of those people. He has seen the twins here and there around the city – he thinks they're the same person – but other than them, he is not exactly sure. He is only sure when he is being followed or at the edge of a knife.

Hyles, though? If he has seen him, he has completely ignored and steered clear from him. There's no way he's going to acknowledge his existence unless he is pushed to do so. And Hyles knows better (or should know better) than to push him, regardless of the strings he himself could try and pull.

[detnu-a-h]

MAGNOLIA  CASTILLO  SENTENCE  STARTERS 

❝  what does ‘happy’ feel like?  ❞

❝  i think the real ‘monsters’ are the ones who create the monstrous things.  ❞

❝  broken things aren’t always ruined.  ❞

❝  healing isn’t always about putting yourself back together the way you were.  it’s about making something new out of the pieces that are left.  ❞

❝  they stole my voice.  this is me taking it back.  ❞

❝  dying isn’t so bad…it’s the leaving.  going away when you haven’t really even gotten to do anything yet.  ❞

❝  quiet.  the ghosts are talking.  ❞

❝  i think sometimes,  some people are just meant to carry pain.  ❞

❝  i’m not sure what love is supposed to feel like.  i’ve never really had it before…but i know i feel good with you.  warm.  like home.  ❞

❝  there are some things worse than death.  would you like to see them?  ❞

❝  you can get used to any pain.  but loneliness,   that’s what makes you break.  ❞

❝  the only thing that saved me was me.  ❞

❝  i didn’t survive…i just didn’t die.  there’s a difference.  ❞

❝  please stop lying i’m trying to think.  ❞

❝  i’ve always been at home among the haunted things.  ❞

❝  the world is too big.  and i don’t know how to be in it anymore.  ❞

❝  i’ve seen what ‘bad’ looks like.  you’re one of the good ones,  trust me.  ❞

❝  i think i’m afraid to heal,  because that means i can be broken again.  ❞

❝  there is good in the world.  i know there is.  i just don’t think i get to have it in my life.  ❞

❝  you have to hold on to the little joys when you find them.  ❞

❝  everything in nature is about balance.  i think the spiritual world is like that too.  maybe,  if my life is so filled with darkness and hurt,  someone else out there is getting nothing but light and warmth.  someone who deserves it.  ❞

❝  i don’t want to hide anymore.  ❞

❝  sometimes it’s easier to believe there’s something wrong with me.  it’s easier than if i didn’t deserve all those things and people knew that and chose to hurt me anyway.  that just seems worse somehow.  ❞

❝  you have a very messy brain.  ❞

❝  do you think the moon gets lonely?  ❞

❝  when i was little i used to believe fairies made it rain.  i think i just wanted the world to feel magical.  ❞

❝  people always go away.  even if they don’t mean to.  no one stays.  ❞

❝  anything can be a cage.  ❞

❝  at least,  no one can touch my soul.  that’s mine.  that will always be mine.  ❞

❝  time doesn’t speak to me.  ❞

❝  embrace your chaos…hug your demons.  ❞

❝  there are things you can never forget once you know them.  ❞

❝  don’t go poking around this stuff…it pokes back.  ❞

❝  i just live in each second as it comes.  that’s all i have.  ❞

❝  the only thing we can really control is ourselves.  but there’s a power in that.  only you get to decide what kind of person all the hard things turn you into.  ❞

❝  i feel like i don’t know much of anything anymore.  ❞

❝  a body is just something you’re stuck inside.  it’s not really you.  just a place to stay for a little while.  ❞

❝  i don’t know why people like to hurt me.  they just do.  ❞

❝  i killed him but,  now there’s a mess.  ❞

❝  i want to help.  please?  i just want to do something good.  ❞

❝  i’m not very brave.  or strong.  i broke.  they broke me…but i’m still here.  ❞

❝  i got blood on my dress.  i really like that dress.  ❞

❝  there are so many secrets in my head i never asked for.  ❞

❝  i’m in here.  i’m inside this body.  there’s still a person in here and it’s mine.   it’s my body.  i’m tired of so many people acting like it isn’t.  ❞

❝  i don’t really sleep much anymore.  but it’s okay,  someone has to keep the moon company.  ❞

❝  i’m so angry.  it’s always there.  but if i let it out i’m afraid i’ll never stop.  ❞

❝  i didn’t think i’d still be alive by now.  i’m not really sure what to do now that i am.  ❞

❝  everyone’s a little bit broken.  but it’s okay.  broken things can be pretty too.  that’s how mosaics are made.  ❞

❝  i don’t want anyone to hurt the way i’ve hurt.  no one deserves that kind of pain.  ❞

❝  i’ll be gentle with your heart.  ❞

❝  i like your soul.  it’s beautiful.  ❞

❝  you have a pretty brain.  ❞

❝  the pain gets better.  it won’t go away completely but.  you get used to it.  it will get easier to breathe,  bit by bit until you don’t really notice it anymore.  ❞

❝  let me make it better.  please?  ❞

❝  you’re hurting.  i can tell.  you don’t have to hide it.  ❞

❝  you can’t hurt me in a way i haven’t already survived.  ❞

❝  the thing about being broken,  is it’s already done.  you know you can get through anything after that.  ❞

❝  people are kind of like art.  everyone is going to see something different when they look at you.  ❞

❝  i choose to help people because no one helped me.  i want to be that person for others that i needed.  ❞

❝  fucking dumbasshole.  ❞

❝  i’m still trying to figure out what i want to be.  ❞

[detnu-a-h]

Anyone could've attributed it to recklessness or a need for adrenaline, but he had thrown himself into the fray for a good reason. He wasn't about to leave John to his own devices. If he could help it, he'd stand side-by-side... or as close as possible.

But things kept getting worse and, soon, he felt like he had lost himself in the bloodshed. For a moment, while inside the turmoil, he couldn't find John anywhere. The dust settled and, finally, the figure of the man he had been so worried about almost drags him away.

For a moment, the words that John utters are just background noise. No-el is convinced that they are figments of his imagination. Maybe, the figure in front of him was an illusion of his head, desperate to have John back in his arms. So, he searches, he touches his face, his thumbs trace skin and tears, brushing them away. He feels warmth on his waist now, and he jolts back to reality.

Suddenly, the words the man had said before come back full blast, along with the new ones. He was right here. Complaining, frustrated, but here. John was real, he was here with him.

"Me? Of course I listen... But, when you need me, I'm going to prioritize helping you than following whatever crazy idea you got." No-el says, trying to mask the nervous chuckling that follows. His hands remain cupping John's face for a while longer before his desire shifts to embracing the man.

"You must be exhausted... Can we go back? You can scold me on the way, but I really want you to take a rest. This was... This must've been too much on you."

touching their face to make sure they’re real (Noel!) @detnu-a-h

Blood pumping in his veins from the fight, tastes iron in his mouth. John swirls his tongue in the cavity and winces when the tip of it comes to the touch with a broken teeth. It was a hard battle but they made out alive, somehow, people on his side still standing by some miracle. John sends a silence thank up when he spots Noel between all the crowds standing. He rushes to his side, almost coming to collide into him-

“are you alright?!” for a moment he thought he lost the boy.. “why you do that?!” his eyes starting to tear up, it’s just hard holding them back now “I told you to stay back! Can anyone actually listen to me for once?!” he’s cut in the middle when Noel’s hand reaches up to touch his face, too gentle yet firmly in place ‘I’m real, I’m real’ the voice chanting in his head. John leans in the hand cupping the side of his face, his arms automatically wrapping around his lover’s waist “idiot.. why you never listen to me?” but no fire behind the words anymore, all replaced by tenderness.