#(x. noah threads)

[nobilitylost]

@summerlovedfm​ from this

“Oh my god.” Eyes rolled as Noah grabbed Skipper gently by the arm. “You can’t do this to yourself. You will waste away to nothing, and then what good would you be? A walking skeleton?” He angled them both toward the street, a plethora of restaurants at their disposal. While he didn’t usually go out of his way to make sure humans were taken care of, he had an imagine to uphold. And…he had to admit that Skipper looked a bit off.  

That he even noticed Skipper’s state annoyed Noah to no end.

“My treat. Anything you want. Pizza? Noodles? Chicken? And don’t say no; this is not a negotiation.” Voice firm, he started heading toward the businesses, but steered clear of a particular shop – one that he knew several hunters frequented. “But not that one. They failed their health inspection. Last thing we need me holding your hair back all night when you get food poisoning.”

[nobilitylost]

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒. | accepting

@karmicbound​ said:  “ i told you before. i’m not gonna let anything in this world nor the next harm you. “ - Yongsaeng

It had been an off-handed comment, one that he hadn’t made with any real fear or thought of harm. A woman had been staring at him as he moved about the streets of the town, and it had been curious enough that it set the hair on the back of his neck on edge. Hunters came in all shapes and sizes – even tiny girls who looked like someone straight off a sightseeing bus. Did he honestly think she was a hunter? Not particularly, but he’d mentioned it to Yongsaeng nonetheless.

Before he could even choose what he was going to wear that evening for dinner, there was a thud on the other side of his bedroom door. It was quickly followed by the sharp scent of iron and copper – one that Noah knew all too well. Nostrils flared as he breathed deep and chuckled at the words that were muttered through the closed door. Amusing, yes, but it caused a momentary rush of something that felt like lightening and darker things through his veins.

“Let me guess,” he replied finally, once he was in control of himself once more. “She’s one of those tourists that come in to buy the gaudy refrigerator magnets and T-shirts? Not a single stake or bottle of holy water to be found?” Opening the door slowly, Noah’s eyes immediately found Yongsaeng’s gaze, nearly drowning in the intensity. Without a shadow of a doubt, the other man meant ever word he’d said.

“Why?” Asked quietly, oblivious to the corpse slowly dripping into the carpet at their feet. “What is it about me that inspires such devotion?” Or obsession… they were, after all, only separated by the tiniest sliver of lines. “What did I do to deserve you?”