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Whiskey and Stitches || Raphael and Noah
Raphael watched the man walk away with a slightly pensive expression when she heard the other man speak. She glanced at his reddened hands before nodding. “Follow me.”
It wasn’t a long walk from the alley way to Grey Street. She had debated walking them to her apartment, but she didn’t know who this man was, and it was one of the only spaces that she had that was hers. It was better to be cautious lest someone other than those she wholeheartedly trusted discovered she was an Arc.
"It’s only a bit further," she said upon turning a corner, heading straight to the door of the kitchen and through it to where the sink in the back was. She slowed her pace upon entering the building, having walked through the city streets briskly. It was a force of habit. Don’t walk too slow or you might get jumped, but walk too fast and you could be suspicious.
The room was separated off from the main part where the tables and serving was, the sink against the wall opposite the door, surrounded by shelves sparsely filled with things Grey Street needed. She motioned to the sink, making a mental note she might have to do some cleaning of it later if food was going to get anywhere near it after having blood around it.
" I didn’t catch your name." She leaned against one of the shelves opposite the sink carefully, eyes quickly scanning the contents of them.
Noah was asked to follow the woman and he nodded and turned around to do so.
"I'm not in any rush," he told her when she assured him that the place she was guiding him to was only a bit further, "Just got off work so I was just heading home. Were you there to see what happened between those guys?"
Noah looked up when they stopped in front of the soup kitchen. He'd often passed it on his walk or recommended the starving patients to pay a visit here but he'd never gone inside himself. He'd been planning to - wanted to let the people working there know what an amazing job they did - but somehow there never seemed to be time and something else had always gotten in the way.
"Do you work here?" he asked as the woman held the door open for him to step inside. The nurse looked around, took in the details of the place. In a way it reminded him of the clinic. It was well cared for and clean but one could see they they didn't have much to work with either.
The woman gestured to the sink by the opposite wall and Noah tried to push the sleeves of his shirt up without getting blood on them.
"Sorry. Rudely forgot to introduce myself. I'm Noah. I work up at the clinic. I'd shake your hand but how about we save that for when they're clean?" he asked with a smile. Noah turned the water on and rinsed and scrubbed the blood off his hands.
"What's your name?"
He's Not my Valentine // Noah and Ambriel [finished]
It was not strange to see an angel with blood on their hands. Much less strange than most people imagined. But for Ambriel it was sickly and brought back memories she didn’t want to admit to having.
She smiled back at him though, “yes I do have a phone. I’ll be fine though. Might take a little longer to walk back home but I’ll curl up in bed, eat some crackers, and sleep for another twelve hours. Go back to work be good as new. I promise to keep you updated. I’m really okay though, you’ve got no reason to worry about me.”
She took the note from him and nodded at his kind words as he left. She didn’t want to tell him she wasn’t a hero. That it was in essence, an act to make up for what had landed her in purgatory to begin with. But that was a secret -a disgrace- she kept close to her chest. Very few people ever knew that truth about. She preferred to pretend she had no idea why she was there than explain that she knew, that she remembered all that came before and everything that followed.
Ambriel dressed quickly when the door was shut, slipping back into he damp clothes and blood stained jacket. She looked at herself in the mirror ad frowned. She had a lot more trouble remembering the good things she did than the bad. But that was her problem. Her concern.
Heels in her hand, despite what unsavory things presented themselves as a risk to step on when she was on the streets, she left the room and made her way to the front desk. Brie leaned against it and waited a few seconds for Noah to look up. She gave him a wink before standing up again. “Alright Lover, I’m going home now. I am so grateful for your help and your kindness. I hope to see you again and certainly in a less precarious situation. Try not to save too many damsels in distress until I see you next?”
Noah settled down behind the front desk, as he waited for Ambriel to get dressed, and began sorting through the papers from inventory that one of his collegues had done last night. It didn't look too good - they were low on just about everything - but at least they had most supplies so it wasn't terrible. They'd have to make a supply run soon though, see if they could convince some of the dealers to give them a discount for a good cause.
He was waiting for the clicking of high heels to alert him to Ambriel approaching but she must have decided not to wear them because he didn't hear her walk up to the desk but when he looked up from the papers there she was.
"Oh hey, sorry didn't hear you," he smiled and put the papers down. "And it was the least I could do. Hope to see you soon...preferably not because you need medical care though." He chuckled a little.
"Can't make any promises about the damsels, though. Sorry. Take care, Brie!"
[Finished]
S p a r e P a r t s || Gage and Noah
☽ - — “I….Uhm… S-sure… It p-probably w-ww-wouldn’t take a lot to s-sort something out. And… I h-have a cell phone if that h-helps. I’ll… I’ll l-leave mm-my n-number at the d-desk… M-most people just call or t-text if they nn-need something f-fixed.”
Not to mention that Gage lived out of the way — way out of the way — about as out of the way as it was really possible to get in Purgatory. Yes, it was a long walk into the City and home again, but one he didn’t mind in exchange for the quiet and - at least relative safety - save the wind and grit from the wastelands against the side of the bus.
Though when Noah mentioned his state of dress, Gage figured he probably didn’t look a whole lot better. Rumpled, dishevelled, wet from the rain and landing on the ground, grubby from the dirt there, looking like he’d probably had a rough night in the gutter. Nose wrinkled slightly — though his clothes weren’t new, by any stretch of the imagination — they were usually clean, at least tidy if a little worn here and there. But a couple of holes in a t-shirt or a sewn up tear in a shirt were hardly uncommon for those living out of the graces of the Princes or the fallen…
"I w-would have b-believed you. If… If you told m-mme w-what you told those guys. About b-being a fighter. P-probably even w-with a clean shirt."
No less because of the way Noah had stormed into the alley and bellowed at the gang. Seemingly fearless… But knowing what Gage knew now, he had to wonder if there was skill to back up the muscle - or if that particular ploy had gone sideways, would they both have been worse off at this point.
"You… You d-didn’t h-have to r-risk yourself like that… F-for m-me… I… I’m sorry… D-don’t get m-me w-wrong - I am grateful. R-really. B-but…”
A small pause then as Noah excused himself and made his way from the room, trailing off the sentence quietly.
"…You h-have mm-more… Important things to d-do…"
Brow furrowed and his bottom lip found its way between his teeth, worrying there for a moment before taking a better look around the room he sat in. Drab, but clean. White surfaces where they could be - probably like Noah’s shirt - more easy to show dirt or blood or… Whatever — cut down on infection problems… And he had to wonder where the supplies came from, the medicines, dressings, disposables. Likely the whole place was running on as much of a drought as the rest of Purgatory, if not worse. He couldn’t imagine many supplies making their way from the tower to a place like this…
…Almost lost in his own thoughts as the nurse came back into the room, and that furrowed brow arched — taking in the ‘happy face’ and jolly little message on a vibrant shirt that was about a size or two too small to stretch over such a large frame.
"Very… Uh…" Another pause as he tried to think of an appropriate word, and absolutely nothing was coming to mind. "…Citrusy?"
But anything else was put on hold at the request, and he just gave another small not, slipping off the bench to try to wrangle himself out of jacket and shirt both… And the jacket wasn’t so bad… Shrugging off his shoulders and just sliding off… Shirt was a little more trouble… Having to actually move his arms to stretch and tug and huff a few more of those painful breaths, a small grunt and then he was finally untangled and free.
And cold. And still a bit damp. And decidedly sore and tired…
Looking down to some purpling skin, very tempted to poke at it… Not that he’d have a clue if everything was okay or just bruised or just broken. His complete diagnosis would probably just be ‘ow’.
"M’sure it’s f-fine… I…" Another wince as he caved to temptation and did poke, "…It’s f-fine… P-probably?"
Noah wasn't sure if it was a compliment or not that he looked like a fighter. It might be useful, sure - to have the ability to look like a threat if he needed to - but he'd rather not inspire fear with those he was trying to help.
"I know how to fight. I just prefer to avoid it. Usually it works if you talk with enough bravado and make them think that you could do all the things you say you can. With a body like yours, you could probably pull it off too," Noah let out a quiet snort of amusement, "I think you might actually be taller than me. That doesn't happen very often."
Noah heard Gage's softly spokenwords but he was already on his way out of the room so he chose not to adress it until he got back again. He opened his mouth to pick up the conversation where they had left off but Gage chose that moment to comment on the shirt Noah had picked out and the nurse fell silent for a second before a rumbling laugh bubbled out of him.
"Well as you can see, they didn't hire me for my fashion sense. And this was the best I could find on such short notice so you'll have to endure or...if it's too much of an eyesore, close your eyes or look at the ceiling. If you want, you can have a look around in there later, see if you can find any dry clothes to walk home in."
Gage slid of the bench and began undressing. Noah watched his movements but refrained from offering help if Gage was able to do it on his own. It took time but the guy got out of both shirt and jacket. Noah could tell that it hurted but that much was only to be expected with one -or more - broken ribs.
"Good job," Noah said, hoping that he didn't sound too much like he was praising a kid or a dog.
He stepped closer. A red bruise was already blooming across Gage's side but at least his side still looked smooth and nothing seemed to be poking out in odd directions.
Gage touched his side and winced as he spoke, possibly trying to calm himself and assure himself it was going to be alright. Noah gave him a calm smile and nodded.
"Injuring your ribs can hurt like a bitch...pardon my language, but usually there's no danger behind it and, if I may say so myself, you've got a pretty skilled nurse looking out for ya so you'll be just fine, Gage."
The nurse bent down a little, slowly reached out and very gently ran a hand over the area to feel for any obvious breaks. He glanced up at Gage's face.
"And about what you said before...about me having more important things to do? That's not true. This? This is what I do. And in this case it was a good thing my shift was already over. Otherwise I wouldn't have been there to find you," Noah said straightening up. It was surprising - and a little sad - how often people felt like they didn't deserve the help they were given when the truth was that they deserved so much more than what Noah and his collegues could offer.
"For as long as you need me, you're the most important thing. Now, I'm going to put some pressure on your sternum. If anything is broken you'll feel it. And don't try and tough it up. They point is not to see how much pain you can handle, just to figure out where it's hurting."
The nurse stood beside Gage, placed one hand between the other man's shoulder blades and used the knuckles of his other hand to apply a light pressure to the sternum. He checked Gage's face for signs of pain.
Resurface || Noah and Apadiel
She takes a step back when she stands, eyes trailing up his body until she meets his face again. Sometimes it’s an advantage, looking as small and frail as she does. But the display fails to intimidate her. If anything her smile merely widens.
Purgatory is not a zoo, she thinks to herself. It is a farm, filled with bleating sheep and lowing cattle.
She follows him towards the door, undeterred by his attempt to leave her behind. She won’t walk into the clinic unescorted, but she’s not finished persuading him yet.
"You seem to love to remind me every time we meet of the healing that you do here. You’re very proud of your clinic. You care a great deal, and seem to think that I should care as well."
She grabs Noah’s arm and turns him to face her again, gesturing towards the defaced bench.
"Am I only supposed to care about the outside? Fine. You can have a new bench tomorrow if it will make you stop looking at me the way you do.”
Her hand is still on his arm, but she’s not smiling anymore. The cocky confidence is replaced by something that comes much closer to a sincere appeal.
"I’m giving you a chance here, Noah. You’d be smart to take it."
She steps in close to Noah and sweeps her hair over to her one shoulder, tilting her head to expose the soft, pale skin of her neck.
Apadiel looks up at him from under her lashes. The pose is demure, almost bashful.
"Please aim carefully or I’ll only be more work for you. If you leave the scalpel in, it will be easier for me to heal afterwards, and the blood won’t ruin my coat."
"Only because, unless someone reminds you of it, you can just keep forgetting and pretend that we don't exist. And I have every reason to be proud of what we do here," Noah says, straightening his back further, "It's not enough, not by a long shot, but we do good. And I do think you should care because you have all the means in the world to help...but for some reason you don't."
Noah wants to go back inside, lock the doors and wait until she's gone before opening them again but as soon as he turns his head she steps in closer and puts her hand on his arm to make him face her again.
Her hand is curled around his arm, not gripping tight but not letting go either, and Noah knows that he's imagining it but part of him thinks that if she were to remove her hand she'd leave a mark of rot and decay behind on his shirt and skin. When he feels his skin tingle a little at the touch he imagines it being acid, slowly eating away at his flesh. He barely resists the urge to tear his arm free of her hold.
He eyes her as the cocky smile seems to slip from her face and he doesn't know what to make of it.
"Why do you need to see them? Look around you. Does it really seem so unlikely that we have sick patients in there that you need to see them with your own eyes before believing me? Or are you worried I'll ask you for things I don't need? That behind these doors our shelves are fully stocked with all the supplies we could possibly need, our equipment is brand new and fully functioning, that we lock ourselves in there and laugh over how we managed to trick you into giving us another dozen packages of painkillers that we don't really need?"
Noah glances over at the bench she offers to replace.
"The bench is fine. Maybe it's a little dinged and dirty, not as pretty as you'd like, but it works. Take a seat and see for yourself," he says, raising his eyebrows in a silent challenge, wondering if she'll do it.
"And you're giving me a chance to do what exactly? Break the promise I've made to my patients by letting you in there? How about you let me give you a chance instead? A chance to help, to do some good and heal this world. You'd be smart to take it."
Apadiel steps closer and she sweeps the hair over her shoulder. Noah can smell the clean scent of her perfume and he looks down despite himself. Pale, smooth skin. He neck looks so fragile and he can almost feel his fingers twitch with the urge to touch or to wrap around it and squeeze.
"Don't tempt me," me mumbles to her, not clarifying what kind of temptation he's refering to.
I'm No Cinderella || Noah, Apadiel and Kale
Apadiel’s attempt at damage control falters when the door swings wide and Asmodeus saunters in with Kale trailing behind him. She steps quickly away from Noah, her eyes meeting his, then darting down to where the stain is more or less covered by his coat. She can only hope that he keeps it covered as best he can until Kelly can help him, and she’s left without a chance to reply to his comments about the distribution of resources in the city.
Asmodeus grins, and Apadiel gives him a radiant smile of her own, turning her head gently to the side to be kissed on the cheek.
"Asmodeus, please. Nicknames," she says, glancing towards Noah. There is humor in her voice, but her smile goes slightly brittle. There are too many new people for him to be so familiar. She does enjoy his company, but the idea that others in the room might take to the less formal greeting bothers her.
"It’s been too long. I’m glad to see you. And Kale as well," she adds, leaning away to nod to Kale in greeting. "It’s a pleasant surprise, seeing him here."
Out of the corner of her eye she sees Trudy join Noah. Kelly had stopped by her desk, momentarily thrown when he’d seen Kale come in behind the Prince, but now he approaches the group, waistcoat in hand. His posture is stiff and formal, and he doesn’t speak when he comes to stand with them, only raises his eyebrows when he makes eye contact with Kale.
Apadiel sees Asmodeus’ eyes roam over Trudy and intervenes quickly, wrapping her arm around the girl’s shoulders where she stands, holding Noah’s hand. Noah won’t like it, but is not strong enough in any sense of the word to protect Trudy from Asmodeus. He will never believe it, but here and now, in this room, Trudy is safe next to Apadiel.
"Trudy plays the flute," she tells Asmodeus. "She did a wonderful audition, so I thought ‘where better to let her perform than here tonight?’"
She gives the girl’s shoulders a squeeze and turns her head to smile at Trudy, who looks much more nervous now that there is an audience she’s never played for before. With Noah here, Apadiel is not worried about the pressure on Trudy. If anything, she is more concerned with the dark look that Noah is giving Asmodeus.
It’s not completely unwarranted; Asmodeus, like so many of the Princes, judges humanity by what they can do for him. Trudy is young, beautiful, and impossibly naive for such a place, and those same thoughts are reflected in Asmodeus’ eyes, but he would not make an attempt to take her from Apadiel, much less do so at her own party. Their friendship lacks the ruthlessness of her relationship with Lilith, but she smiles and holds Trudy long enough to make the message clear: don’t even suggest it.
"Noah came along with her, so I invited him as well, but when I sent him a new suit for the evening, there was a mix-up and the waistcoat didn’t make it. It was still in the apartment," she explains as Kelly holds out the waistcoat for Noah to take.
"Bathroom’s through that door," Kelly tells him, nodding towards the door on the far side of the piano.
Kelly turns his attention to Trudy, cocking his head back towards where she’d left her flute lying on the open piano. “Come on, let’s go get started.”
She goes with him, though she’s slow to let go of Noah’s hand. Apadiel turns to him and sets a hand on his arm.
"She will be fine," she says, as earnestly as she can. "Go get dressed. There are more people coming, but we’ll wait to start until you’re ready."
With that she leaves him, hoping that he will be able to put the waistcoat on and adjust it with no trouble, and without need of assistance. She thought she’d seen something, a look, between Noah and Kale when he and Asmodeus had come in, but it could just as well have been surprise. Noah’s suspicion of Princes and their pets would not be lessened by having two of each in the same room as Trudy. She doubts her reassurances will be any comfort to him, even if they’re true.
Asmodeus returns to Apadiel with a glass of champagne in hand, which she accepts with a smile. The knot in her stomach that had formed when she’d seen the blood on Noah’s shirt is fading as fast as it had appeared. Noah is, as he had been before, too worried about Trudy to cause any real commotion here tonight, but Apadiel also finds herself hoping that perhaps he’ll leave with different opinions than he had when he came in.
She looks from Kale to Asmodeus and back. “We’re nearly ready for another round of the Games, and I haven’t seen Kale’s name come up. Will you be putting him forward this time?”
She leaves the question open, not wanting to suggest that Asmodeus do it if he hasn’t already, but at the same time she’s curious to know if he has a reason for keeping Kale out of the ring.
Kale wasn’t quite sure how to act, should he just pretend he didn’t know Noah at all, when all he wanted to do was walk to him, the only person in the room that he felt truly comfortable around? He probably would of done if it was safe, but he didn’t want Asmodeus to ask how the two knew each other.
The fighter gave Apadiel a nod, a little glad of her welcome, especially since they both knew this wasn’t exactly his scene. He was just going to have to sit there and listen, pretending to be interested or pleased when all he wanted to do was go back to Gamorrah and get drunk with a girl on top of him… that, sounded like a perfect night to him, instead of… well, this awkwardfest.
It was a little funny, watching Apadiel take hold of Trudy and Noah, he could see confusion and could tell Noah was uncomfortable, but he got it, he got the action, saw it for what it was, she was playing soccer mom and protecting them from Asmodeus. He knew what the Prince as like, and yeah, humans needed protecting from him, if he saw something he liked, or he could toy with, he’d get his claws in and he normally got what he wanted.
Kale watched the exchange about the waistcoat, with low eyes, still stood just behind his Prince as the male handed Apadiel a glass of champagne and the woman asked about the games, his eyes instantly shooting up to Asmo, to hear his reply "Now Apadiel, I like to keep my cards close to my chest." Kale’s brow narrowed a little in confusion but his Prince’s hand reached behind him and clasped his shoulder "I like to see who else is entering before I place my pet in harms way!"
Wow! The way he said that even made Kale believe he cared, for a split second, before the Prince grew a grin that there was no way to misinterpret. He was worried about losing his winnings, and probably the fact that Kale still had cuts down his back that were healing.
"Kale, do you think you’ll be ready for the games?" he asked and Kale’s gaze went between the princes before he shrugged "Er… yea, sure.. if ya want me in, I’m in." What was he meant to say? No? He doubted that would go down very well and his hues slid to the the blonde nurse, wishing he could acknowledge Noah, make conversation, or at least, that the music would start… anything to draw the attention away from him.
"So whens the party starting?" he asked, hues going to Kelly, hoping to get the party in swing so he didn’t have to talk anymore, but his question only had the grip on his shoulder squeeze tighter, in fact, very tight. "Don’t be so rude Kale, the best things come to those who wait!" “Sorry!”
Noah wants to snap his jaws - possibly growl too - when Apadiel wraps her arm around Trudy's shoulders like she has any right to stake claim. Trudy takes it all in stride, possibly sensing that Apadiel is the lesser of two evils right now. Noah isn't quite as rational, he wants both evils as far away from Trudy and himself as possible.
When Kelly approaches and holds the waistcoat out for him, the nurse reluctantly accepts it but when Apadiel gestures towards the bathrrom and for him to change in there Noah just gives her a dark smile. Does she think he's a complete and total idiot? Even if Kelly has led Trudy back to the piano - Noah isn't particularly fond of the guy but for the time being he sort of trusts him not to hurt Trudy - there is no way Noah is going to let her out of his sight.
He takes a few steps back, to where the closest chair is standing, and shrugs out of his suit jacket. He doesn't try and flaunt the stain on his shirt but he makes no real effort to hide it either as he slips the waistcoats on. It's a little too wide and he reaches back to try and adjust it a little to better fit his frame. Part of him wishes he could disobey and refuse to cover up the stain but the more logical and rational part of his brain tells him that right now it simply isn't worth it.
Noah's ears perks up when he hears Kale's name being mantioned and he has to force himself not to grit his teeth loud enough for the others to hear as they speak of him like he isn't standing three feet away from them. The nurse likes the fighter and it makes him furious that he isn't allowed to do or say something to prove he's on his side. He pulls the jacket on, perhaps a little more violently than the situation requires, just as he hears Asmodeus scold Kale.
"Well fuck me, then I must be in for one hell of a treat."
The sarcastic words slip out before he has a chance to stop them and he looks up to see Trudy staring at him from beside the piano like she can't believe his stupidity. But there's also a bit of fright in her eyes, she's scared of what consequences his words might have, and Noah immmediately regrets saying something. Unfortunately, a little too late.
Die Young, Stay Pretty | Kale & Noah
Kale smiled at Noah when they were out in the chilly air, it wasn’t long till he was forgetting all about the sore head and his shoulder. He was just glad to have some company, to chase away the silence and have a laugh with, he found himself laughing easily with Noah, in fact he’d never felt so relaxed around someone so quickly before. It was nice.
"Not really my kind of place. I don’t particularly support the way they make their living."
He had to smirk, especially when Noah went on to mention Lilith, mostly because the other male gave him a look, a fake and very forced smile that told him exactly what the nurse was trying not to say. He didn’t approve of pets, and Kale got it, he did, he totally understood, and maybe if things had been different, he’d of made a different choice, but he had been pulled out of the gutter, saved, and he owed Asmodeus for that. Besides, he’d grown accustom to the life he now lead, the gifts, the strength that helped him win fights, not to mention his apartment, which was better than most, even other pets, all because he belonged to a Prince.
Hearing Noah mention Number Six, he gave a small smile, and nodded "Not ‘xactly my regular." he shrugged, because although Noah seemed to feel more comfortable in a place full of humans, Kale felt more comfortable in a place full of Fallen who wouldn’t dare say a thing to him not just because of his status in Lucifer’s Games, but also because of who his Master was. In a human place, he’d get people glaring, or worse, giving him the look of sympathy for what he must go through, all jumping to conclusions, feeling sorry for him. He had enough of that with Noah, though he didn’t really mind it coming from the blonde giant.
"You know what? Your place sounds like a great idea. As you might have guessed, I’m not really the partying type most of the time. So let’s go avoid socializing together."
"Now that sound’s good to me." he chuckled back at the guy and gave a nod and a gesture to the left "Folla’ me Blondie." he smiled, hands tucking into his jacket pockets, a small wince at the pain of his shoulder, but it didn’t last, just a small twinge as his shoulder moved. "An’ cheers f’ the patch up, by the way." he chuckled.
"So… I gotta warn ya, I don’t live in this part’a town, so jus’… ya know.. try not t’ say anythin’ ‘bout Angels and Fallen.. not till we’re back at my place, kay?" he smiled and just walked, bumping his shoulder against the nurses (the good one of course).
Back at the apartment block he held the door open for Noah and smirked "Ain’t changin’ ya mind are ya? My buildin’ ain’t exactly…" What could he say? Human? That was what he was trying to say and he just gave a huff and shrugged “Populated by many humans..” he chuckled a little "An’ this is ya last chance to change ya mind, Blondie."
Noah gave Kale a relaxed smile when the other agreed to go back to his own apartment instead of to one of the bars in town. It wasn't that Noah disliked being around people, he just prefered to pick the crowd he surrounded himself with. People in bars usually weren't at the top of his list. They were drunk and loud and tended to let their mouths run, saying shit and doing shit that had Noah more upset and angry than relaxed. Add some alcohol on Noah's part into the mix and it was just another bar fight waiting to happen.
He followed Kale as the other man started walking.
"Don't mention it," he smiled, lenghtening his stride a little to walk along side Kale instead of slightly behind him, "You needed help, I had the means to help and so I did. It's how the world works...how it should work, anyway."
Kale bumped him with his uninjured shoulder and warned Nah about speaking too freely about angels and the fallen. He did so with a smile but Noah thought he could sense a more serious tone behind it, an actual warning, so the nurse nodded. He hadn't fully put two and two together when Kale had offered to go back to his place but if someone had taken him as their pet then of course it made sense that the fighter would be living with them, or very close by at least.
He got an offer to back out when they reached the building. Noah didn't want to change his mind and back out - he wanted to hang out with Kale and get to know the fighter better - but he couldn't deny the tension seeping into his shoulders, pulling them up just a fraction as if preparing him for a fight he hoped to avoid today.
"Just keep the sharp objects away from me and things'll be fine," he mumbled, low enough for only Kale to hear. It was a joke...mostly a joke.
Being here did make his skin crawl a little - that itching need to punch someone in the face, which seemed to resurface everytime he was in the company of the Fallen - but he pretended not to notice and gestured for Kale to lead the way.
He's Not my Valentine // Noah and Ambriel
"Most people find me annoying or my boss scares them off…" she frowned letting her gaze move away from him. Brie gave a shrug and forced out a humorless laugh. He had no idea what he was talking about when he mentioned how the workers were treated. Though for the most part a good amount of them weren’t under Lilith’s thumb in the way she was.
She gave him a more genuine smile. “No, I wouldn’t want to take a bed I didn’t need. There are people who actually need your help and your supplies. I’m just a little sleepy, probably call out tomorrow. So hey, don’t worry about that…” she gave his arm a nudge with her elbow.
"Oh… I don’t know what the people on my walk home would do if I didn’t look half as scandalous as normal. There’s a safety in the familiar you know? Like what would happen if they actually had to think of me as a person and not a sex object? At least then, all done up… you know I’m an employee of Lilith and no one wants to take that on. At least anyone in there right mind… but uh… I’m talking poorly and she’s given me a lot, allowed me to survive in this place and as you can see -I’m not exactly the kind of girl that goes unnoticed. My kind, we’re hunted.”
"Anyway," she smiled reaching out to give his hand a warm squeeze, "my point is that it would be better that I wore my stuff back. I’ve done worse, at least being wet I know they’re clean. I think the jacket is a lost cause though… It’s really been a pleasure though Noah. I’m glad you found me, even if I was grumpy. I appreciate your patience. You’re so very kind. I can’t wait to see you again, on more agreeable grounds though I imagine. I’ll wear more clothes and less blood!"
"Well you don't annoy me and I don't scare very easily," he told her and flashed her a quick smile. It faded a little when he noticed her looking away with a less than pleased expression on her face. Maybe he shouldn't have mentioned anything about his opinion of the Luxe. It was her job, after all.
Dropping the subject he latched onto her next comment instead.
"If you're sure. We don't make a habit of keeping people here against their will so I'm not gonna pressure you into anything you don't want. I'll give you my number though so you can call if you start feeling worse. Do you have a phone?"
He stood up from the bench and began looking around the room for something to write on. There was a small notepad on the counter below the cupboards and he managed to locate a pencil in one of the drawers. Noah scrawled down the number, trying to make it as readable as possible before he turned back to Brie and held the note out to her.
"It's terrible to have to think like that but under these circumstances I suppose you are right. You don't want to pick a fight with someone if you think they have protection from someone considered more powerful."
He put a comforting hand on her shoulder but removed it again after a second. It probably wasn't a good idea to be touching the mostly naked woman in front of him and risk sending out the wrong signals.
"Just don't forget to remind people that you are a person as often as you can, okay? Or at least make sure that you don't forget it. What you're doing is a difficult work and it takes the strongest of minds to do it. But everyone gets a bit lost sometimes. It's okay, as long as you can find your way back."
Noah wasn't sure if he was making any sense. He didn't know exactly what kind of work Brie did but he had a hunch, based on her work attire.
She held out her hand towards him and Noah took it in his. He let out a soft chuckle.
"That sounds like a good idea. It was a real pleasure to meet you, Ambriel. And even though I promise not to reveal your secret to anyone I'll make sure that the man you saved knows that it was the kindness of a complete stranger that brought him to my care. You're a hero and you have my deepest gratitude. And I hope we meet again."
Noah took a step back towards the door.
"Now I'll leave you alone to get changed. Swing by the front desk to say goodbye when you're done?" he asked and slipped out of the room again.
The Sound of Glass Shattering || Noah & Elias
As soon as Noah sat on the bed Eli’s instincts kicked in and he was back to performing for the customer. All traces of fear had vanished from his face, he relaxed his muscles and with a deep breath Eli was gone and Elias the Whore took his place. And Elias knew what he had to do and how he had to do it. He knew the customer wanted him to suffer for some reason or another but maybe Elias could persuade him not to do that after all.
So Elias slowly crawled over the bed putting on a show of moving slowly the red silk sheets crinkling under his weight as he slowly made his way to where Noah was sitting. He had totally blacked out everything else and his body was going through the motions almost as if on autopilot. He was on his knees next to Noah on the bed. Elias raised his hand and put it on the other man’s shoulder in a mockery of affection. “Hello Noah, I’m Elias but you can call me whatever you want to.”, he always made sure to mention that, some customers really got a kick out of calling him the name of the person they actually wanted to be with.
"You’re not going to hurt me? That’s great!", Elias smiled at the man as if to reward him for something that is expected to e basic human decency but if Elias wanted to play this straight he had to give the man the feeling that he wasn’t missing out on something and that he was actually gaining something from letting Elias go without hurting him. Elias figured he could seduce the man into not hurting him, he hadn’t seemed as aggressive as Eli assumed a few minutes back. "I’m going to be extra good for you, because I know you want to… hurt me.", Elias looked away when he uttered the last few syllables so the man would be able to tell that he really didn’t want to go through any pain of any kind.
"I mean I know you asked for me especially not to cover those up.", he shot a glance to his bruised upper arm the reddened imprints of another man’s hand oh his body, proof of what had happened before the man came in. "So for being so good to me and not hurting me I will be the very best for you… Noah.", he made the man’s name roll off his lips in a manner that he always used when he wanted his clients to think they were the first one to do this or that he liked this kind of thing.
In hindsight, sitting down on the bed might not have been the best option. Instead of making the nurse appear smaller and less threatening it seemed to serve as some sort of cue for the boy and Noah could see the instant when the scared boy was replaced by the experienced sex worker.
The nurse's heart ached with anger and sadness. He knew what that was like, flipping that switch to abandon the real you, with all its thoughts and feelings, to become someone else, someone different who could deal with the situation currently at hand. A role that you could discard after you were done so you could go back to being yourself again. And it helped lessen the guilt and shame just a little bit because it wasn't you that had done all those things, it was just a role you were playing. Noah could relate but he wasn't sure how. He couldn't remember a time when he'd ever been in a situation that required him to play someone other than himself - he'd been extremely blessed compared to many living in Purgatory - and yet he could feel all these feelings so strongly, as if he'd experienced the same thing. Only he couldn't remember.
Seeing the boy crawl across the sheets in a way that might have been appealing if it weren't for the fact that there was no real desire behind it shook Noah from his thoughts. It was an act and a play, a way to distract Noah from looking too closely at the boy and risk seeing something the kid didn't want him to see.
The hand on his shoulder was more of a caress than a gesture of greeting. Noah turned slightly, to face the boy, and he held out his hand.
"Nice to meet you, Elias." The smile he wanted to give the boy didn't quite manage to cover up the sadness in Noah's eyes.
Elias kept talking and Noah suspected that the only thing that was genuine was the hint of relief that could be heard in Elia's voice after Noah had told him that he wasn't going to hurt him. Noah went with that, repeated the words again.
"I don't want to hurt you, Elias. It's the last thing I want to do. 's just what I had to tell the woman downstairs so she'd send me to the one who needed to see me the most," he explained, trying to sound calm but his hand clenched in the sheets when his eyes landed on the red marks on Elias' body, "I'm gonna introduce myself again. My name is Noah Rhodes and I work as a nurse down at the medical clinic. I could only afford to give you an hour but it's yours to spend however you want. Unfortunately, I couldn't bring much with me but if you've got bruises, cuts, infections, anything that you want a medic to take a look at then I can. And if you're hurting I did manage to smuggle in some painkillers, tucked into the side of my boots."
Noah reached down and wiggled out a small box of painkillers in a plastic bag. He laid it down on the bed between them.
"I'm really not here to hurt you, Elias. Not in any way."
Resurface || Noah and Apadiel
"Oh, I don’t know," she replies smoothly. "Stand over me while I die and do nothing, and some might call you a hero. Luckily for both of us, I’m in excellent health."
She grins when he tries to brush her off. She won’t be that easy to get of. His distaste for her is rolling off him in waves, but that only makes her more determined.
"I thought maybe I could see the inside as well? Get a tour, so to speak? I don’t want to interrupt the important services I’m sure are being provided inside, but I would imagine you know all the ins and outs that would keep us out of the way."
"I'll keep that in mind, in case the situation should ever occur," he tells her. He wonders if he could just stand by and do nothing if Apadiel was at his feet bleeding to death. It scares him a little but he thinks that maybe he could. Noah quickly drops that train of thought and stands up from the bench. He doesn't like to have her standing over him like this.
He crosses his arms over his chest and his brows furrow when she doesn't take the hint and crawl back the same way she came.
"This isn't a zoo that you can just stroll into and have a look around because you fancy it," he says and takes a small step to the side and closer to the door, "People come here because they are wounded or because they need a safe place or have nowhere else to go. You and the other Princes and Fallen are the reason why the majority of them are in here. They hate you. I've sworn to treat and protect them so as long as I'm in charge here no Prince will set their foot in the clinic unless they want a scalpel through their neck first."
"Our suffering is not for your entertainment."
Hurry Home | Anthony and Noah
Anthony snorted out a small laugh at the way Noah responded to his concern. The angel’s feelings may have been genuine, but perhaps he was being a little bit overbearing. Anthony knew his anxieties sometimes got out of hand, but at least he could laugh at himself sometimes.
"A walk? It’s hardly ever nice enough to really spend time outside." The angel had to look up to meet Noah’s eyes while they spoke, he was quite shorter than the average person.
Anthony figured that Noah’s shift had just ended and he was honestly surprised that the man was still showing so much energy; the angel was usually pretty beat after volunteering, (today was no exception and the weather didn’t help). Anthony followed Noah’s gaze skyward, frowning as he seemed to retreat a little further into his jacket, fingers curling in his pockets.
"I was about to try and get something to eat," he confessed with a bit of a shrug. "You just finished at the clinic, didn’t you? You’re probably hungry, too…?"
Noah shrugged. The othewr man wasn't wrong. Purgatory was hardly ideal for a nice afternoon stroll - the scenery was gray and depressing and there was always the risk of getting jumped and mugged - but the exercise was nice.
"It occasionally beats being cooped up in a dingy apartment," he said. That was true too. As much as he loved his apartment and was lucky enough to have it, there just wasn't eough space in there to make pacing back and forth satisfy his need for movement. Even if he attempted it, he'd most likely just end up annoying his roommates.
He nodded at Anthony's question.
"Yeah, about an hour ago. To a trip by the pharmacy to try and wrangle some supplies out of them for a decent price but that was a bust," Noah said with a frown. He hated begging for favors but the prices for even the cheapest of supplies were just ridiculous and they really needed them at the clinic.
"And I could go for some food, if you're proposing a joint dinner?"
"Do you have anything back at your place or do we need to swing by the market first?"
A turn up for the books || Beth & Noah
Beth winced as she stood there in just her bra and panties, her dark hues looking in the mirror at herself. Her shoulder had shown signs of getting better, but now it seemed to be getting worse again. The healthy skin which surrounded the wound was red and inflamed and the wound itself was weeping, her head felt like it was going to explode. She swore if someone even looked at her the wrong way, she would throw a punch in their direction, due to the mood she was in. She swallowed thickly as nausea set in, but she was due to be at work in thirty minutes so couldn’t just collapse on the couch like she wanted to do. Instead she got a glass of water and some painkillers and just got on with things. She decided if she felt this way later on she would pay a visit to Noah. He has specifically told her if things got worse or she got any of the symptoms he mentioned, she should drop by. The only bonus was, she had the afternoon off so just had to get through the morning.
The next few hours dragged by and Beth hoped when she looked at her watch it would be afternoon—but it hadn’t even hit midday. She had tried to maintain the bouncy, flirty and sometimes sarcastic banter she was known for, but a grouchy attitude had started to come through instead and the brunette really didn’t want to be there. Lilith had shot her a warning glare a while back before returning to her office upstairs and that was enough to at least make Beth bite her tongue.
Walking over to collect some glasses from the far side of the room, Beth knew she should have showed restraint when some guy who she wasn’t familiar with, started to be leery from the word go. It wasn’t like she wasn’t used to it—but this kind of thing usually happened in an evening when things got rowdy, not just after lunchtime.
"Try that again and you won’t be able to even pick up that drink." She bent his hand back even more and just the tiniest of extra pressure would have the bone in his wrist snap. For those vital few seconds—she really couldn’t care less. It was only as she realised what she was doing and how it would be frowned upon at the Luxe, Beth let go. She ignored the profanities which left his lips and returned to the bar area with the tray of glasses.
The shift was quiet, part of the beauty about daytime over evening shifts, although it wouldn’t be rare for her to actually have to work all day. She was casually leaning up against the doorframe of the door which led to upstairs, when her eyes caught sight of someone entering the entrance at the other side of the room. At first it didn’t register properly who it was, but then Beth swallowed thickly as she recognised him. Instinct wanted her to just avoid him like the plague because she hadn’t revealed anything about herself—especially where she worked, even more so that she ‘belonged’ to Lilith. She dropped her head to let her line of vision hit the floor and brought her hand up to scratch her forehead. Once..just once she wanted to have somebody talk to her without wondering whether they were only being okay because of who she was connected to. She had felt that with Noah, only now she did wonder if his opinion of her would suddenly change, but a bigger question lingered. Why the hell was he here?
It was the third time in a way too short amount of time that Noah had been forced to pay a visit to this part of the city and actually venture inside the home of a Prince. He didn't like it. Not one bit. It wasn't just that he would have preferred to have been just about anywhere else on the planet - if Purgatory was still located on something resembling a planet - but it was also that he didn't want to be seen here by anyone. If people started noticing the nurse whom they believed to be on their side kept strolling in and out of the homes of the Fallen that was going to raise questions about his loyalties. Noah was already managing fairly well compared to the standard of others and if he kept being seen playing buddy buddy with the Princes they people might begin to wonder just how he was able to get by as well as he did.
Today's visit was, unfortunately, one that he couldn't cancel or ignore. A couple of days ago he'd had a woman, Beth, come in to the clinic with a cut on her arm from a fight. Noah had treated the wound as best he could with what supplies they had but he'd been a little worried about the risk of a tetanus infection and so he'd promised that he would try and get his hands om some vaccine. And he'd tried, had contacted all the usual dealers and the ones he knew about but prefered not to have anything to do with. None of them had been willing to sell him what he wanted for a price that Noah could afford. So the nurse had been forced to look at other options and in the end this was the one that he thought would cause the least damage.
Standing outside the Luxe, Noah glanced up at the big building. He'd been here only once before, had been called in after a guest had suffered a heart attack. Ironically enough, the heart attack had been the least unpleasant thing about that visit. The Luxe might not have been as bad as Gomorrah but it was still a business that dealt in selling people, for one purpose or another, and objectifying them until they were nothing but a pretty package, void of any life and identity in the eyes of the onlookers.
Stepping through the door felt like a physical challenge, but he did it and he looked around the room as he walked inside. There weren't many people here at this hour but Noah stopped a man just as he was getting up to head to the restrooms.
"Hi, excuse me? I'm here to see Lilith. Which way's her office or is there someone I should talk to first to let her know I'm here?"
The man looked him up and down before nodding towards a woman leaning against a door.
"She works here," he man told him before continuing on his way. Noah turned and started walking towards the woman. Her gaze was lowered and her hand covered her face in a way that made it seem like she was hiding from something. Noah frowned and glanced around again to see if he could spot the reason for her apparant discomfort.
"Excuse me, miss? You alright?" he asked her when he got close enough not to have to raise his voice.
Die Young, Stay Pretty | Kale & Noah
"don’t you give me that look and raise your eyebrow at me, mister, or I might slip and shave that off too."
Yeah okay, Kale was shiutting up now, he wasn’t going to risk being browless and maybe even a few bald spots depending on how Noah felt. Shutting up sounded like a good plan, definitely. He was just going to let the blonde do his job, because let’s face it, the benefits were all in the fighters favour.
When he was done, Kale couldn’t help but smile, waiting only seemed to last a minute before Noah was in front of him, and his head lifted from whatever boring spot he’d picked on the wall to stare at, and went to the nurse with a chuckle as he gave a nod towards the doors. “We shall.” he smirked, walking through the open door with a quick glance to the boy.
"You got any suggestions on where to go for that drink?"
Kale just smirked, tapping Noah’s shoulder before he headed down the street, walking backwards, looking over the blonde male. "Well, we could head to Luxe, but I’m guessing ya ain’t a Fallen fan." he said with a light shrug. That was his usual haunt, the bar tenders knew him, the dancers loved him, he enjoyed the atmosphere, it was fun, loud, and he was the center of attention after a big fight. Though as he’d said, Kale wasn’t sure it was Noah’s scene.
"Number Six?" he asked with a light shrug “More… human.” he wasn’t sure what else to say about the bar, he hadn’t been there much, only when he wanted a quiet night, though he wasn’t even sure that the human bar was Noah’s scene, he didn’t seem much like the type of guy to go out just for the sake of it, not unless he was stressed.
"Or we could jus’ go back to mine, I think there’s a couple of six packs in the fridge." he shrugged "Ain’t as social though, though as ya probably guessed… that ain’t a problem for me."
Noah pulled his jacket on, zipping it closed against the chill outside, as he follwed Kale through the doors. He briefly wondered how much this bodered on unprofessional but it was Kale that had suggested it and he seemed friendly enough. Besides Noah could really use a break, just something to take his mind of the clinic for just an evening. A drink would provide just the right kind of distraction.
Something dark, almost dangerous flashed in the nurse’s eyes as the Luxe was mentioned. He shook his head.
"Not really my kind of place. I don’t particularly support the way they make their living. Not a fan of the owner either so I’d rather not be throwing money down her pockets," he told Kale, trying to sound more nonchalant about it than he felt. Don’t start a discussion about it, Noah. There’s a time and a place and this ain’t it.
Biting his tongue, Noah gave Kale a close-lipped smile to show that whatever expression the fighter might just have seen on the nurse’s face, it wasn’t directed at him.
"Number Six sounds like a better option. I’ve been trying to get hold of the owner there forever. He seems to always be somewhere else whenever I show up. The bartender, Casey, she seems alright, though."
Noah was about to agree to that option when the third offer came. Just a beer back at Kale’s place. It wasn’t as much of a social event, Kale was right about that, but Noah didn’t really mind either. After a long day at the clinic, he was never one to turn down some peace and quiet.
"You know what? Your place sounds like a great idea. As you might have guessed, I’m not really the partying type most of the time. So let’s go avoid socializing together."
S p a r e P a r t s || Gage and Noah
☽ - — The walk was hard, but he kept his footing all the way, only struggling slightly when he needed to breathe ( which was obviously a constant thing ) - but managing for the most part - and happy that Noah was content with making a few comments here and there, not really seeming to expect too much of a reply. That in and of itself was a bonus, a mild blessing in disguise. Even for the sharp pains while breathing, talking wasn’t really his strong point. Most people got irritated by the stutter. Or bored while waiting for him to finish up a sentence - oft times actually finishing it for him, whether it was what he’d intended to say or not.
But after the vaguely traumatic attack, and the ache in the back of his head, Gage at least felt comfortable enough in the other man’s presence. He seemed… Genuine. Though not everything could be taken at face value, he was as good as his word as they finally made it to the clinic…
…He’d heard of East Side Medical before… Even broached it’s doors once when he’d gotten sick from a cut and they’d given him some neosporin to clear it up - but the smaller clinic wasn’t one he was familiar with… Though it was a comfort to know that there were other places in the City that still worked for the people here, trying to help, to make sure they were as well as they could be - not trying to tear them down.
It smelt… Clean, like disinfectant — like a fuck ton of bleach actually, but beggars couldn’t be choosers, and leaving with an infection that was possibly worse than what you went in with wasn’t great for mortality rates, or the reputation of the clinic itself.
- —Though the look that the lady behind reception gave his new companion was telling enough and Gage’s returned smile was a little wavering, ducking his head as they walked past and feeling guilty that his incident had ruined the nurse’s evening… The other still dressed in a shirt that showed the results of - what looked to be - a pretty long, hard, and decidedly gory day.
”I d-don’t mm-mind… I m-mean… I p-probaby have enough pp-p-parts to b-build one…”
Shuffling along behind the other into whet he supposed was a treatment room. Though what could be done for bruised and busted ribs probably amounted to ‘not a lot’. What he really wanted to do was just go home and go to sleep and forget that this disaster of a night ever happened, though it would be ungrateful - especially since Noah probably saved him from a worse beating… One he might not have walked away from so easily.
Sitting when the other gestured to do so, only a small wince as he untangled the wires from the inside of his jacket and put them carefully to one side… But it was nice to be sitting, even if the position was scrunching him up a little, so he leaned back slightly, still attempting to stay straight and upright instead of slouching
”And I d-don’t think I’ve ever r-repaired anything mm-m-medical. B-but if it w-works on electricity, I c-can take a look. M-most things that rr-r-run on juice, or b-batteries… I’m… N-not to sh-ssh—shabby at f-fixing…”
Not that he could explain why. He saw things and he knew how to fix them. Some remnant maybe - something he might have been able to do - ‘before’. He didn’t know and didn’t really question it too much. Probably the same for the other - he could fix people, and there were no medical schools in Purgatory - no schools period… Stifling a yawn, Gage looked around the little room, didn’t really want to think about the state of the people that might end up here - or what Noah might have already had to deal with that day
”Um… W-what n-nn-now?”
"Well let's just say that if you find yourself bored and without a project then you can keep us in mind, okay?" Noah said with a nod and a grin. He didn't want the tall man to feel pressured into doing something for the clinic but he was also aware how important it was for some people not to feel like their were in debt to anyone so he didn't want to refuse to accept the gift either.
"And as for the equipment of this place? I think everything's working for now but if you're interested in some jobs in the future then just leave some way for us to get in touch with you."
Gage gingerly sat down on the bench. It was clear that he was hurting and Noah almost winced a little in sympathy. He'd never had one of his own ribs broken but he'd had enough people come here with them to know that the pain could bring even the strongest to their knees with one wrong movement.
"Okay, let's see what..." he said rubbing his hands together before he cut himself off as he glanced down, "No, you know what. Give me one second to change into something that doesn't make me look like I fell staight out of a slasher movie. Not only for how gruesome I look but also it's not very hygenic. Only reason I kept it on while walking home is because people tend not to approach and bug a guy who looks like this and is still on his feet. I'll be right back. One second."
Noahslipped back out of the exam room and hurried to the storage, where they kept the bags of extra clothes they sometimes bought from people who no longer wanted ot needed them. The nurse searched through one of the bags for something and came up with a yellow shirt that looked somewhat promising. When he pulled it on he saw there was a bright orange sun across the chest with the words "Let me be your sunshine" written beneath it but at least it mostly fit and Noah suspected it was as good as it was gonna get.
He found Gage in the spot he'd left him in the exam room.
"Now let's take a peek at those ribs. See which one or which ones are injured and make sure you can still breathe the way you should. It's gonna be easier to tell if it's not covered up by your clothes so if you could shrug out of the jacket at least, please. And the shirt too if you can manage."
[DTCON IC] who is ya very best friend? [DTCON Mun] you know I'm only expecting one answer here right? Haha
Well there was this one headcase that came into the clinic one day... real charming and polite. I gave him a massage and later he let me play with his ball and stick... and that was that, instant BFFs.
How's that for an answer, Kale? Did I pass the test? Do I win something? What now?
[DT; IC] If you could choose to do anything else other than being a nurse, do you know what you would choose? Why?
That is a really good question….I’ve never even considered the possibility that there could be something else for me to do. When I first ended up here in Purgatory, after I died back on Earth, I woke up outside of the clinic and they took me in, helped me. If it hadn’t been for them I don’t think I would have lasted long. I owe everything to them so when I got the offer to work there it was the least I could do to repay them and hope that maybe someday I would get to do for someone else what they did for me. And I love my job, I really do. It’s tough but it’s also so very rewarding.
But if I weren’t allowed to work at the clinic… I suppose I would want to do something where I could still help people. I like what you do at the soup kitchen so maybe a job like that? Or maybe be job where I could get my hand on some of the supplies that are transported to the Princes so I could steal them and distribute them to those who really need them.
I hope I sort of answered your question here, at least. It’s honestly not something I’ve even considered before I read the question