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Seeing the man flinch when he spoke made Noel a bit hesitant, and while he wasn't sure if it was his presence or just any presence that caused the man to react the way he did, it still made Noel feel like he'd done something wrong. Maybe he should've knocked or walked down the hall louder; maybe he shouldn't have stopped and watched the way the man handled his work so carefully like the piece of art that it was. He wasn't really sure what the man was working on at the moment, just the general knowledge of knowing that Arthur had been hired to do the dream wedding for Jamie Starr and his adorable, fluffy fiancé was enough to make Noel curious, but he knew better from experience to not ask about it unless details were specifically mentioned to him. Still, that didn't stop him from desperately wanting to know all the details. That was one of the perks of his job, getting to see designs before anyone else did, and that was his favourite, especially Arthur's designs. "I'm thinking of moving a bed into one of the supply closets so I can just live here," he said with a small laugh before he paused, crossing his arms over his chest as he considered the options. "Well, if you'd like some coffee I should probably go out and get it because I'm utter shit at making it, but if you'd like to risk a possible poisoning or coffee that will burn the roof of your mouth bad enough that it lasts for a week, I'll brew it. I can't make anything fancy though, just boring old coffee." He smiled a little sheepishly before he shrugged. "Sorry I'm not the king of fancy beverages."

how quiet can we be? | noel & arthur

Another long day at the office, undoubtedly to be followed by a long night. Being hired to design for and assist in the planning of what would surely be the most ridiculously elaborate event and wedding of the year was an honour, it really was, but it was also absolutely terrifying. If something wasn’t the exact right shade, if so much as one stitch was off… well, Arthur didn’t like to overreact, but his entire reputation could be at stake. If all went well, his name would skyrocket, and perhaps he’d be hired to design for more celebrity weddings. The idea enthralled him; there were few things he liked to design more than dresses, particularly wedding dresses, with their elaborate skirts and detailed embroidery, and he would gladly have taken on such work above his usual contributions to the runway. Of course, the dress he had to design for this particular event wouldn’t be seen by millions, but Arthur treasured it anyway. He’d been working on a prototype of a tuxedo jacket for most of the day but now that everyone else in the office had dispersed, he allowed himself the joy of taking out the sheets of soft white satin and sheer, translucent pastel pink that glimmered slightly under the lights to study the way it would shape and fall around around its wearer. His designs were spread out over his desk, four different shades of pink thread in hand, when a noise alerted him to a presence at the door; flinching, Arthur automatically grabbed hold of the papers and flipped them over before he looked up. “Hey,” he greeted, a warm smile already on his face. Seeing Charisse’s assistant never failed to brighten even the worst of days. “You’re still here? … Stupid question, never mind. Of course you are.” An amused expression crossed his face. “I’d love coffee, actually. Are you making it yourself or going out?”

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how quiet can we be? | noel & arthur

With the hours ticking away and the sky fading from bright blues to hazy sunsets and then dark nights, Noel could feel his exhaustion setting in. Another long night at the office wasn't unexpected, but when it came to being alone with the one and only Arthur James, well...Noel just wasn't really sure how to deal with that. He was used to the designer being around, used to Charisse gushing about his work and the man spending more and more time in their studios rather at his own. Noel didn't't mind it in the slightest because he enjoyed seeing the man around and still kind of fanboyed when it came to his work, and as he worked his way through the pile of papers that Charisse wanted him to get done by the morning, he thought of the man working down the hall, working on some design or another, and Noel knew that he couldn't concentrate anymore without a break first. He let out a sigh, stretching his arms out to try and get some movement back in his limbs before he nudged his chair in against the desk before he made his way down the hallway and poked his head into the room where he knew Arthur was working. Noel couldn't help but just stand there for a minute and watch, silently admiring the way the man worked with the fabric at hand, taking the designs off the paper and bringing them to life. It was something that he'd dreamt of doing as a child and seeing one of the people that he idolised doing exactly that was a dream to Noel. He had to shake himself out of his moment of thinking and push himself off of the door frame, making his presence known. "Evening," he mumbled, scratching at the back of his head before he managed a bit of a smile. "I was thinking of making a coffee run. Would you want anything?"

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Postcard  |  Bridgit Mendler

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