something debonair in 1979

“It has been said, 'time heals all wounds.' I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone.”

[ncahash-blog]

☽ = wandering alone at night .

When one couldn’t sleep, they were faced with several options; including to simply keep at it or give up entirely. Patient though he often was, Noah had given up after a further ten minutes of trying to fall asleep and thus found himself wandering New York at night. Perhaps not the safest choice, but he could handle himself well enough. A flash of light appeared in the corner of his eyes and the mutant stopped, turning on his heel to discover where it had come from. The light had been her hair, apparently - glistening in the moonlight. He offered a brief smile into the darkness. “I would say it’s a little late for a wander, but that would be fairly hypocritical.”

[irlboner-deactivated20200721]

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✘ = hugging them . Δ = playing with their hair . ❤ = kissing them . ₪ =  asking them out for dinner . ☀ = giving them a gift of ___ ( asker’s choice ) . ♘ = stabbing them . ♕ = bowing down before them . ♒ = lying to them .   ✿ = buying them flowers . ☾ = being found shirtless . ♢ = reading them a story . ☂ = giving them their jumper to keep warm . ✎ = speaking in a different language . ✏ = teaching them a different language . ▄ = telling them a joke . ♬ = singing to them . ☹ = insulting a loved one . ஐ = slapping them . ✂ = threatening them . ❃ = dancing with them . ▤ = falling asleep on them . ☮ = waking them up after a nightmare . ♣ = discovering them crying . 回 = patching a wound . ✮ = stargazing . ▓ = caught stealing their belongings . ☽ = wandering alone at night . ♡ = complimenting them . ≡ = offering a place to stay overnight . ☢ = falling over . ✦ = being well-dressed . ❂ = wiping blood off their face . ◎ = taking care of them while ill . ☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them . ⇕ = holding their hand . ↱ = being lost with them . ☠ = pushing them against a wall .

[cfthevalley]

Guy looks like he’s about to flip out, so Teddy just shrugs “ Go ahead, sir. “ as he watches the man take a drag. Cigarettes had always seemed like a stupid concept to Teddy, but he can’t say what he actually thinks, or the guy is gonna get on the defensive, so he instead just blurts out the first other concern that comes to mind, “Are you okay?” his hands are shaking, Teddy. NO he’s probably n o t okay.

[ncahash-blog]

The formal address has his brow quirking once more - in confusion, because such manners are rarely seen nowadays. It takes a brief moment for the shock to wear off, one hand dips into a pocket of his suit pants, the other places the cigarette in between his lips. He takes a ( long ) drag, ensuring to blow the smoke in the opposite direction from the boy. “I think... that’s a very subjective question.” Noah smiles.

[chaoshexes-deactivated20161228]

“It is a free country, no? At least that’s what they say. “

[ncahash-blog]

“For some, perhaps it is free. I’ve yet to see that come into play for everyone.”

[dusk-is-a-time-for-spiders-deac]

Miles coughed a little but he shook his head. “I’m not a smoker but I guess I don’t mind.” He gave a smile that showed it was okay. 

[ncahash-blog]

He nodded slowly, offering the briefest of smiles in the hopes that it would portray his gratitude. “Probably best that you keep it that way, no?” The Englishman enquired, brow lifted.

[driibbles-deactivated20200802]

     “Is being alright… Am not being dribbling, no?”

[ncahash-blog]

“Hm? Oh, no, you’re not. Don’t worry. Do you have a name?”

[rogers-that-cap-blog]

Steve hadn’t expected breathing to become so damn difficult. He hadn’t felt this way since… Well God, he hadn’t felt this way since his lungs rattled and his muscles ached with every step. ( Willfully, he ignored the harm the Winter Soldier had dealt him. ) The nurses fluttered around him like worried mother hens, and no matter how many times he tried waving them off, they only worried harder for it. A hundred conflicting images seemed to crash together every time he closed his eyes, and it pained him. They told him to sleep; he was afraid to close his eyes. At the shuffle of footsteps, he tried to sit up, but even the super soldier could not heal that quickly. “Yeah, I’m awake,” he croaked called out.

[ncahash-blog]

Noah hadn’t exactly made a habit of trips to the hospital; any injuries could be dealt with by SHIELD medical personnel; and personal trips to see Eleanor were few and far between. Not because he hated her ( though, a small amount of bitterness lay underneath a usually rosy surface ) but hurt to see her in her current condition. To him, 73 seemed young but the years had taken a toll on his past lover, and so she wasn’t as healthy as she once had been. It was as he left her room that it occurred to him that Steve had been admitted to the very same hospital; there had never been a more ideal opportunity to check on him. Though he was sure the man was probably sick of that exact notion. Nevertheless, the agent entered the room with a kind smile, nudging his glasses back up on to his face. “I hear that’s usually a good sign, mind if I sit?”

[ncahash-blog]

“Do you mind if I--?” He lifted the cigarette in a shaking hand momentarily, head at an angle against the wall behind them.

[agentofvenom-blog]

“What’s a matter? Never see someone with no legs before?”

[ncahash-blog]

“Ah, my apologies. I was just wondering if you were alright; you seem a little distant.”

[marchingclocks]

[no-but-i-got-cheez-whiz]

Burn my lungs

[ncahash-blog]

♯, ⋆, ✆

♯ - Something that gets your muse angry

People being unnecessarily rude to one another. Kindness is, sadly quite rare which is most likely why he values it so highly now. Seeing someone just be plain rude for absolutely no reason is guaranteed to have him furious. Quietly, though.

⋆ - Your muse’s future dream and why

Noah genuinely does not have any future dreams; he’s spent a lot of time in the past looking to the future wondering and worrying about it, he managed to force himself to stop that and instead began dwelling on the past. Now, he’s just trying to work on focusing on the present alone, for sanity’s sake.

✆ - What your muse’s phone gallery is filled with?

Not a lot, really. He doesn’t keep photos on his phone, there’s an entire room in his home with pictures, black and white from the early 1900′s of his brother and sister, mother and father; through to today, inclusive of pictures of his wife Anna on their wedding day and numerous other loves and friends from the past.  He prefers physical copies.

[lightningbladed]

“Huh.” Rogue regarded him with interest, head going to the side a little as she surveyed him. “Never met anyone like that before, Ah think. But who knows; Ah’ve met a lot of folks in my life and Ah could be forgettin’.” She shrugged. “Ah’m glad you like it, though. You might get along with some friends of mine, who’ve lived for a long time, too. Or maybe not. They’re a little grumpy.” She laughed a little to herself. “So where are you from, Noah?”

[ncahash-blog]

He shifted his weight, hands tucked into the pockets of his suit pants for the time being. “It happens, so you tend to come across a lot other mutants, hm? I haven’t - at least, not that I’m aware of.” Perhaps because he wasn’t one to flaunt it; not with the anti-mutant ideals swimming about. “Oh, I’m sure I could probably give them a run for their money on the grumpy thing; I’m only being nice because it’s after 12.” Noah laughed softly. “I was born in Cambridge, in London. And you? You have a lovely accent, though one I haven’t heard very often.”

[thetelepcth]

“There’s nothing wrong with that, honestly.” Charles commented with a smile. As a telepath, it helped a lot to keep his mind off of things by reading, studying, focusing on something other than every single mind around him. Charles could see the moment the man realized who he was, but he didn’t blame him for not recognizing him instantly - he had a younger body now, he sure looked different from whatever people expected. “Being a telepath is… well, complicated.” Charles admitted. “I can shield myself from others now and if I’m fine I can control it very well. But… Not always it was this easy. It’s better now. But it sure has negative traits too.” He loved his mutation. His telepathy, to him, was more calming than many things. Being able to hear the buzz of people’s minds or simply feel the consciousness of them there was what made him feel alive. But he tried not to remember of that time after Cuba, when all he could feel was dark, excruciating thoughts, coming at him from all over the world, not a single sliver of hope coming through. That time was long gone now, and Charles was proud of who he was now and of what he had accomplished. “Perhaps we could make a trip there someday, the two of us?” Charles was aware he barely knew the man, but he guessed it would be nice to share such an experience with someone who loved England as much as he did.

[ncahash-blog]

“Much like everything, no?” He chuckled softly, listening intently to the man’s words; long gone was the surprise ( confusion, though Noah wasn’t quite certain why - it wasn’t as if someone much older than they really were in a younger body was something new to him ) concerning Xavier - Charles’ current appearance. Noah remained silent for a moment, a soft hum emitting from his lips; watching someone deep in thought may have been a little creepy, but it was a state of being he admired very much. Though he could only imagine what that consisted of for a telepath with, essentially, the weight of an entire race upon his shoulders. “That would be lovely, I’ll be sure to prove to you that Cambridge is better than Oxford.” Offering a playful laugh, he lifted his shoulders in a quick shrug. “All jokes aside that does sound wonderful, I haven’t been home in so long.” Not since his 100th birthday, if he remembered correctly ( doubtful, his mind supplied. )

[jasperclark-blog]

“Sayin’ you’d like to see me blush, then invitin’ me over? Careful, a man’ll get ideas.” He glanced the other over at the invitation, as if trying to see him in a new light. “I gotta admit that I am intrigued. How long have you been on the music scene? This isn’t one of those situations where you’re actual a multi-millionaire, famous musician, and I just don’t recognize you, right?”

[ncahash-blog]

In response, Noah simply smiled, head tipping down momentarily. “Ever since my mum put me down on the piano stool and let me ruin her keys, but I wouldn’t call it a ‘ scene ’ exactly. -- No, no, far from it. I’m not sure I could cope with it all; I’m sure I’d get used to the money but... I’m happy to make music in my house, to fill the silence.”

[driibbles-deactivated20200802]

     “Please… Do not be staring at face.”

[ncahash-blog]

“My apologies, I didn’t mean to stare.”