#noeiisms

[xsalvaticn]

@noeiisms​ asked: spring is surely noé's favorite season! after all, what's not to love:   finally, it's warm out; the birds are singing in the trees, the sun gentle and warm against noé's bare skin, the flowers in glorious bloom, filling the air with a light, sweet scent.

---the flowers. the flowers! they're absolutely beautiful! noé keeps pausing to gawk at them in absolute awe, so overcome by emotion that he's very nearly moved to tears.

(and so, is it really any surprise that he comes back to their shared hotel room with a hand-picked bouquet for vanitas?)

"vanitas!" he exclaims merrily, holding out the bouquet for his dearest one, "i saw these flowers, and they made me happy --- and i wanted to bring them back for you, so that maybe they'll make you happy as well!"

Fuck Spring.

While Winter was the bane of his existence with it’s below zero temperatures - or really, below 60 temperatures - the follow up to never being warm for months on end was runny noses, sinus pressure, and near violent sneezes that always hit at the worst times. He would of hoped that out of all the ‘side effects’ to come with his dismal excuse of a childhood, perhaps seasonal allergies could of found some other soul to latch onto. But alas.

So --- Fuck spring.

Today was a particularly brutal day -- Vanitas felt as though his temples were threatening to squeeze his head until it finally exploded, blue eyes watering what seemed to be every few seconds after he wiped the tears away -- the pollen count in the air must be ridiculous. Which was another frustrating point: going outside would be certain death, so he was stuck in here for the time being. ( Well... until he was needed, of course. Allergies weren’t enough to prompt him into resting, despite how dreadful they made him feel. )

Noé’s voice cut straight through his misery the moment he excitedly shouted his name while opening the door, a small flinch running through him at the sharp jab of pain running through his head. Breath, Breath, you’re fine... This is only temporary. With a deep breath, Vanitas turned himself to better face the vampire...

... Before feeling himself recoil at the bouquet held out inches from him; feeling his nose already tickle; threatening either a sneeze or another throb in his sinuses. The back of his hand is pressed to his nose immediately, blue eyes looking from the bundle of wildflowers to his vampire’s excited expression; his words settling in him barely a moment later.

... How was he supposed to reject such an earnest and gentle offering and wish?...

His head screamed at him as he lowered his hand, willing his eyes not to water as he shakily accepted the present - discreetly keeping it a couple of inches away from him - before fixing his expression into a strained smile; hoping it was believable. “That’s... really sweet, Noé. They’re pretty.”

It was worth it to suffer a little extra, if only to see the happy sparkle in Noé‘s eyes and his smile. Vanitas’ smile relaxed into something more genuine, shaking his head slightly. Who got so excited over handing someone else some picked flowers...? A hand reached out towards him, beckoning him lower before pressing a chaste kiss onto his cheek; quick as though the action embarrassed him despite his desire to do so.

“--- I’m surprised you’re back so quickly. I thought you would of been out getting all starry eyed at everything for awhile longer.”

#noeiisms #v; ( summon the moon of your origin ) main #; ( answered ask ) #// he's gonna just.... 'accidentally' loose the bouquet later so he doesn't die JDFSOGKO #but!! he can't resist seeing noe happy so :sob: #;q

[elysianbook]

❀ » @noeiisms​ inquired: "i've heard a lot about you from my friend!"

noé takes a knee in front of el, smiling sweetly; hovering several paces back is vanitas, who's wearing a soft smile, partly obscured by his scarf. "he says you're a very kind child," noé continues, "and a very skilled artist!" there's a pause, and then he holds out his hand in greeting. "my name is noé. i don't believe we've met before, but your reputation precedes you, mademoiselle. it's a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance!"

a merry smile forms on her face, so - this is mister vanitas’s best friend! he looks amiable and warm, his hair is pale like hers, too. an appearance not so different from what she imagined, just a tad taller than expected. either way, it’s not as if el has forgotten a certain dark-clad sir who is away from the spotlight, beaming and waving at him, disposition bright and cheerful like a sunflower. 

an action soon followed by the smallest of laughs. 

❝ i also have been wishing to meet you in person for quite a while...! i am sure we will get along nicely. ❞ 

the rosy hue of her cheeks deepens upon receiving so many compliments, modestly and embarrassedly looking down, twiddling with her fingers. after all, by the end of the day, she doesn’t think she’s doing anything special. the only change between the sickly girl living in that cabin in the forest and the one she is in the present is that, unlike back then, her body is no longer an impediment. 

a costly freedom, yet not without its perks. 

❝ likewise, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, mister noé. my name is elys, but as you might have been told, i would rather be called el. ❞ her right-hand holds his, shaking it. her left grabs the hem of her dress, head bowing slightly. she’s been practising for the past two weeks - it should come off more graceful now. working on etiquette has been harder than what she initially predicted, though.

❝ anyhow, should you ever have the time, i would love to draw you, or the both of you. be my guest. ❞ see? she hasn’t backed off on her word, her offer from that occasion, upon receiving the unbirthday madeleines.

#noeiisms #❀ ic » el’s dream. #if noé is not wearing gloves. he could feel that her hand is icy cold tho

[sangdelune-archive1]

✧ * º • –– @noeiisms​​​​​​​​​​​ asked: "come on, misha. let him sleep."

noé's voice is gentle, his touch even gentler; he carefully scoops misha up from beside a softly-snoring vanitas, who has finally managed to fall asleep after hours spent tossing and turning.

"it's late," noé says, holding misha close against his broad chest, wrapped up tight in strong, warm arms, "why don't i get you all tucked in, then read you a bedtime story...."                        

                                            ⮩      【     unprompted.   】

╰  ☾  ☆ * : ･   ⁞    —     ˗ˏˋ         WEREN’T DOCTORS PEOPLE TO GO TO WHEN YOU WERE SICK ? Weren’t doctors supposed to make you feel better when you were sick ? That was how things had always been for the child with the sheer amount of times Noé had to take him and his brother to the doctor’s. Misha couldn’t say he entirely liked it though when the doctors poked and prodded him too much. But lately … he’s been growing more and more SUSPICIOUS.

              Why was it that his brother would say he needed to go to the doctor when he was PERFECTLY FINE by every single appearance ? Why was it that when his brother would come back from the doctor, he would barely be able to get out of bed in the days following ? Something was wrong and NO ONE was telling him what.

              ‘ Noé … ‘

              Bleary silver hues look up at the man; OBVIOUSLY tired from staying up just as late as his brother had with the passing hours. But when his brother was sick, it was quite near IMPOSSIBLE to pry him away from the other. The only reason Noé was winning now was because of the fatigue starting to claim him and that oh so comforting hold. No matter what though, the worry ALWAYS won.

              ‘ What’s happening to Brother ? ‘

#// HIM WORRY #noeiisms #° ⁺ . ☾ My mother said I was holy. My father said I would burn. ☆ IC. #// modern verse tbt

[castelleve]

@noeiisms​ asked: vanitas may be a good deal shorter than damian, but noé can (almost) stare at him eye-to-eye. and so he does, an endearingly petulant frown tugging at his features. "you encouraged him with that icicle schtick," noé accuses, but there's no malice in his voice. "don't... don't encourage him. he wanted to... spar with icicles yesterday... and i'm afraid he's unwell...! something like that... it's so unlike him!" [ noé is worried about his Person jsdfksjdf ]

“So what you’re saying is...”

“I’m an inspiration!” Perhaps this was not something to be so upbeat about. But still, he couldn’t help the lopsided, lazy grin that was just so typical of him. “Oh come on, it’s not that bad, is it? I didn’t even tell him why I think icicles are so good for murder. Cause, like, I think we all know it would melt in your hands, so you can’t really stab someone with one to any great affect. But! Depending on how dirty the water is, you could give them a really nasty infection! Like cholera.” 

He was not helping his situation in the slightest. 

A pause - did Noe say the little thing was unwell? 

“...What, is he sick? Oh my god, did he get cholera?!”

#noeiisms #Damian // IC #Experiment Inquiries // Asks

[cosmicdreamt]

when noé shows up on neff's doorstep, he looks almost comically morose. "i have to do something," he blurts out, wringing his hands in despair, "but i don't know what to do! it's vanitas, he's...."

noé's face falls; he reaches up, pushes locks of silky ivory hair back, visibly stressed. "he's sick," noé continues finally, "or, well, i think he is. he's not interested in food, he won't get out of bed, and he says everything hurts...! and i... i don't know how to fix it --- i don't fully understand how human ailments work! neff, please... please help me figure out what to do for him...!"

Noé, in a variety of ways, reminded Neff an awful lot of herself. When it wasn't their similar color schemes it was in his ability to notice when others were acting differently in even the slightest bit. In Vanitas' case, however, it was clear as day how strangely he was acting.

It makes her chuckle.

"That's called being dramatic, my dear." Calmly and casually does she sip her tea, patting the space next to her for him to sit. "He's going through something emotionally and that's just how he's dealing with it. Usually I'd say he'd be alright once he can accept his feelings but considering it's impossible for him to do that.....well we'll just have to figure it out. Don't worry though. I'll make sure it'll all work out."

#⋡☆《asks》—tarot readings #⋡☆《ic》—dreamcatcher #⋡☆《fantasy》— Witch's Kiss #noeiisms #[[ Neff vc: he's just Like That ]]

[cxdemusings]

@noeiisms​: "jeanne!"noé looks almost comically flustered, thrusting an accusatory finger in jeanne's direction. "what did you do with vanitas? i... i didn't mean to accidentally give him liquor instead of water... and i saw you carry him off... where did you take him?!"

     So then it was Noé that caused his intoxication and subsequent unconsciousness. She’d thought it dangerous, just leaving him there on the couch...Relocation was the best choice in that regard. Somewhere isolated, somewhere separate, somewhere safe. While Jeanne hadn’t known Vanitas couldn’t hold his liquor in the slightest bit, she was aware now, and she would do her utmost to protect him in such a vulnerable state.

     But--!!

     “What’s with the accusatory tone?! He’s safe, that’s what matters, is it not?? If I were you, I’d be preparing my apologies when he wakes up!”

#Jeanne said let him nap! #XD #she also wants to swat him with a newspaper #but also since my keyboard doesn't do the little accent over the e(or; if it does; idk how to do it--) I just copy/pasted from you #ahdifhaoiwe #noeiisms

[immoralraigan]

@noeiisms​ sent:

noé and vanitas are a pair; wherever one goes, the other follows. it's usually vanitas --- bold, brash, and at times uncouth but wholly unrepentant --- doing the leading, and noé the following, a role the vampire seems quite content to fill.

and so, it's unnatural to see noé by himself, unaccompanied by vanitas. he's been wandering aimlessly for hours, collecting some assorted odds and ends to bring back with him --- teas, salves, pain medicines: all hinting at the reason he's on his own today. the look in his eyes is faraway, his expression troubled; if one looks closely enough, there's a bit of a catch in his gait, as though it hurts him to bear weight evenly, but only just.

(upon catching sight of a familiar face, he tilts his chin in silent acknowledgement, then shuffles over, still keeping a respectful distance between himself and farus.)

"don't worry, van-ee-tahs---" an emphasis on the proper pronunciation, "---isn't... with me today. i know you might detest his, or... my... presence, but... it's rude to see someone you know and not say hello. so... i didn't want to be rude."

And just as Noe approaches, Farus deliberately drops the packet of pain medications that he had been closely examining, scooting it out of view behind himself. His body language is inimical as ever, shoulders aimed away as if prepared for flight and brows knitted in a shrewd scowl-- but there’s a brief flicker of curiosity in his eyes with a fleeting scan over Noé’s hang-dog form.

“I detest everyone’s presence,” he answers bluntly. Is this consolation? Correction? Who knows, with him... But there is little change in his tone, even as Farus’ head tilts subtly and-- against his better judgment-- he perils a query, albeit masked in presumption. “I take it your friend is in no better state than you. And you look like... well...” the following casual gesture is more than enough to complete the thought.

At the very least, there is a sense of calm about him at this time. Not the kind of calm you get from most others at peace; no, his is a stillness with frayed edges, somehow retaining that never-ending rage that fuels his biting remarks. Simmering only, that half-patience may be enough so he might put time aside for Noé’s presence. 

Perhaps. 

Possibly.

#noeiisms #ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɢɪᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sᴀʟᴠᴀᴛɪᴏɴ 「 ic 」 #ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀᴀʏᴇʀs 「 ask 」 #( I feel good finally getting to replies~ ) #( a moment of respite )

[awesomeuchuu]

@noeiisms

“What do you dream about?” [ for kanata! ]

The boy didn't reply immediately. He thoughtfully traced his fingers over the thick curtain, enjoying the feel of the fabric against his skin. "Should you really be seen talking to someone like me...?" He glanced over his shoulder at Noe with a tiny smile on his painted lips. His blue eyes gleamed beneath his blue bangs and he allowed his hand to drop.

Leaving the window, he limped on over to the tall vampire, and then he took a seat, hands - fingernails painted but chipped and uneven - folded up in his lap. "Do you mean... What I want to do with my life? ...Or do you mean the worlds I see when I sleep?"

"I can answer the former. I simply dream that I will live until I reach twenty. If I'm an adult, then..." Kanata trailed off, the smile on his lips rueful and humorless.

#noeiisms #the proof of mystery (kanata) #verse: sea god of the blue moon #child prostitution cw #at least it's hinted at >>

[cursedrevenant]

noeiisms ☽’d for a starter !

                    “i wouldn't go down that way. it's quite easy to get lost in these smaller streets where everything looks the same." he sticks as close to the shadows as he can, trying to sway the other from coming down this way.

#noeiisms #threads. #☽ ┈ ┊ & it's hard to dance with a devil on your back. ❞ ( main ) #( i hope this is okay ! )

[xheartpages]

@noeiisms​ | x

A gasp tears from her throat as she is tugged in close and suddenly, arms out from her sides in surprise as golden eyes flickered down to the mop of white that was nuzzled into her. It was the first time they had managed to meet and speak since... the whole ‘Misha’ incident, and Dominique had been fretting over this inevitable moment. Of the things that were unsaid between them, that had always been unsaid between them that maybe they needed to at least address.

Her heart squeezed; swallowing strongly against a familiar wave of self-loathing; for rendering Noé to such a state. For being the reason she can feel those soft spots of dampness on her neck. Fingers slowly rest on his shoulder, holding him back tightly; her own tears forming as fingers brushing through his hair.

“ Noé ... Noé, don’t...” A sniff; she struggles to hold herself back so she can comfort him fully. “It wasn’t your fault. It was not your fault... I... I thought if I fell... If i was gone... perhaps it would of... helped you.” It sounded terrible saying it out loud; heart squeezing tighter at her selfishness.

Gloved fingers brush through his hair, holding him tighter to herself. “I was... so scared i would loose you... that it would be my fault for being so weak. I had to do something... But then you...”

His face; looking up at her with unfiltered horror and fear as he screamed her name...

A tear falls on the top of his head, sniff breaking her words apart. “.... ‘m sorry... I’m so sorry, Noé ...”

#noeiisms #; ( i choose to give before i receive ) dominique&interactions #;closed #// them sorting through all those years of trauma from NOT talking about louis in fear of hurting each other??? #prime angst material sJGOFSDKGO #;q

[sangdelune-archive1]

✧ * º • –– @noeiisms​

                       ⮩      cont. from [ X ]

                   ‘ Maybe that’s the WRONG wording then. ‘

╰  ☾  ☆ * : ･   ⁞    —     ˗ˏˋ      A SMILE; one full of nothing but spite for the man before him. He NEVER liked these crimson - blooded vampires; not when they had caused his father so much grief and pain. But of every single crimson vampire he’s had the MISFORTUNE of meeting, this man was the worst of all.

                  After all, wasn’t this vampire just USING his brother ? Didn’t that sudden willingness to kill his brother prove just what this vampire REALLY was ?

                  Perhaps the vampire wasn’t willing to trade verbal jabs with him ... but oh, HE was more than happy to terrorize the vampire as much as he liked. That eerie smirk still remains on his face; as if taunting the man. Because he definitely WAS.

                  ‘ I just think you’re interesting ! I know you HATE me for the things I’ve done ... but who’s the one to immediately turn their fangs on someone they’re supposedly care about ? I BET you would hurt Mademoiselle Domi too if it was convenient for you. ‘ 

#// Misha: But I want to throw hands uwu #noeiisms #° ⁺ . ☾ My mother said I was holy. My father said I would burn. ☆ IC. #° ⁺ . ☾ Wake up soon and you will find you’re not alive until you’re ready to die. ☆ MAIN.

[castelleve]

@noeiisms​ asked: “real love is when you can’t exist without someone, when you’d rather die than be apart.” [ noé to damian! not himb going on about his problematic fave who is doomed to die 👀]

..He wasn’t sure what to say. In all his years of life, that was the one emotion he’d never felt. Maybe for family, or for friends, but this wasn’t the same kind of love. Or so he assumed, at least. 

“...Sounds kind of codependent to me.”Oh, but.. that was what all the books and movies said love was, wasn’t it? “Maybe that’s how it’s supposed to be, though.”

#noeiisms #Damian // IC #Experiment Inquiries // Asks

[elysianbook]

muse favorites/preferences! repost, don’t reblog

animal: rabbits, mice, tiny birds

flower: red anemone, any kind of rose

scent: basil, parsley, flowers

coffee: chicory root with milk and star anise

tea: fennel, chamomile

drink: cold milk and honey, milk tea 

alcoholic beverage: - 

food: maultaschen broth (ravioli soup)

dessert: quarkkäulchen (potato & quark cheese pancake)

article of clothing: cotton nightgown 

candy: barley sugar 

left or right handed?: left dominant 

sloppy or neat writing?: chicken scratch  

clean or messy home?: messy, really 

shower in morning or night?: morning 

tasks done early or last minute?: depends if it’s an interesting task

love language?: gift giving, words of affirmation if she has to give it, almost exclusively quality time if she has to receive it

believe in love at first sight?: yes and no, for some people it works, for others... well, her books has taught her that it can end badly (rip lafrenze).

tagged by: @shouga-nai ty ♥! tagging: @untaintedgold, @ignorancebound, @booksilent, @sheyearns, @the-childlike-ghost, @chironitas​ / @noeiisms​

#❀ meme » door of beginnings 「e」 #pretty sure only her dad understands her handwriting

[echowoven]

𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝  𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜  𝚢𝚘𝚞? 

𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙬.

this world takes and takes, and you cannot understand why... your heart cracks with each loss, and now, you fear it is only held together with fraying strings. perhaps you consider how simpler it would be not to care. but, would your soul allow you to?  

tagged by: stolen from @noeiisms​ tagging: whoever wants to take it!

#why won’t you let me \ hide from me . Dash Games #yeah yeahhhhhhh

[immoralraigan]

@noeiisms​ asked:

"it's a pleasure to meet you!"

the minute noé lays eyes on farus, he offers his hand for a handshake, his eyes shining. (vanitas, in the corner, is cringing, one gloved hand reaching up to rake through his hair in exasperation; he'd told noé to try to be a little less... upfront from the get-go, but that was clearly far too great an ask for the vampire to manage.)

"my name is noé!" he continues, and then, because subtlety is not his forte (and neither is following vanitas' instructions to please, noé, please just leave it at 'hello'), "vanitas said you're a very interesting individual!"

Not one sentence in, a wide-eyed glare is already aimed toward Vanitas’ general direction, a look much like one stricken by betrayal. Yes, the outstretched hand is acknowledged, out the corner of the eye like a steaming brand aggressively thrust at Farus.

And he will have none of it. The fork in his hand is swiftly raised and jerked forth, pricking Noé exactly on the middle fingertip with one of its prongs. Perhaps a glove might cushion the jab, but the gesture is still painfully clear.

it’s like trying to pet a porcupine.

“Tell your little friend Vanny-tass,” he snaps, not even caring to properly pronounce the name of the poor man having to overhear all this,

“that I am not currently accepting new accomplices. Let alone one of his own.”

...As if being an accomplice is some kind of commission job.

#noeiisms #ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɢɪᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sᴀʟᴠᴀᴛɪᴏɴ 「 ic 」 #ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀᴀʏᴇʀs 「 ask 」 #( this is why noé #this is why vani warned you ) #( fhsajkl I'm loving these interactions tho good god )

[awesomeuchuu]

@noeiisms

there are so many questions noé wants to ask, but being the kind-hearted soul he is, he can't bring himself to inquire about all the things he wants so desperately to know. there would be other ways to learn, of course --- but he'll never cross that hard boundary vanitas set for him. and so....

"you knew vanitas... back then?" in moreau's lab? the look on noé's face is a thoughtful one. worried. pained. "it was... bad... wasn't it. worse than he'll ever let on...."

Kanata stared down at his hands. Thin hands, nails chipped (but painted, because of his line of work.) and dirty. He was cradling a tin cup in those hands, a sweet scent of hot milk wafting up from it.

"It was... Death..." He didn't know how much he could say. How much he wanted to say. The memories were all there, dark and heavy, red with pain and blood and white with anguish and black with despair. "I knew... Him... He tried his best, Monsieur. He did... You can believe that... He is a very... Good person, that he is."

"It was... We were... Not people. Things... Things to be discarded..." Not everyone who had been injected with the Vampire of the Blue Moon's blood had lived to tell the tale. In fact, only three people; Vanitas, Mikhail and Kanata.

#SORRY THIS IS SO LATE #I squealed when I got it but then I got sick Orz #noeiisms #the proof of mystery (kanata) #verse: Sea God of the Blue Moon