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@stctured
face down on the couch. that’s how noh-varr’s currently attempting to sleep. it’s no where near a reasonable time to go to bed; the sun’s still slatting through the windows, but he’s beat. it’s been a long, long few days. it takes a lot to actually physically exhaust him, much less physically hurt him. but about half of his body is a bruise right now.
“ cassie. i want my ashes to be mingled with those of my favorite nina simone album and shot into space. ”
Cassie laughed, the sound bright and lifted like the music of a merry-go-round, spinning in relentless, dizzying, wonderful circles. Just like her head, her reality, her heart. Dropping down onto the floor beside the couch and combing absent fingers through Noh Varr’s hair, she nodded affirmatively.
“You’re not dying today, pretty boy. But I can make you some tea, or something, if you want?”
noh gives a contented sound at the fingers through his hair. all he really needs is attention to keep him from wilting away. he’s a bit like a narcissistic house plant, if you think about it.
“ i’d like some tea. ” he peaks out from under his dramatically slung arm. “ you really think i’m pretty? ”
