#b.noah

[sinfxl]

closed for @noah-etkin​.

something was up, and it didn’t take a whole lot of insight to notice. noah had a way of wearing his emotions. she wasn’t even sure if he meant to, but one look and— she couldn’t explain it, she just knew. he always seemed a little frazzled to her. putting it nicely, and she wanted too— because noah was the nicest person she knew. she could swear she’d never understand how he ended up with them. just like how she could swear he wouldn’t ever be capable of hurting someone. then again, people did have a way of surprising you. 

blair knew enough to know this was something else. enough to know that there was a difference between the noah that had found a ritual of training with her at her home— to the noah that was locked in the sand room with her. something that didn’t have anything to do with the sand that surrounded them, because his energy was off even before the sand rained down. maybe it was odd that was the thing blair couldn’t shake. not the sand she chocked down, not the collapsed lung, not even her rib. those pains paling in comparison to pain she’d experience before.

she’d been sat up in bed for most of the day. not that she would be likely to admit that she’s actually prefer the rest. she was too hard headed for such honesty. that was the truth though— her room proving to be a sort of sanctuary.

noah’s quest for honesty was less than a surprise for blair and she’d welcome it, with a bottle in hand. one that noah himself would provide.

she’d wanted to know what was going on with him since before his offer. so it was nothing less then welcome. what the hell had consumed him that night? whatever it was had him worried— yet still blair believed there wasn’t a single thing noah could say to her that would make him appear as anything less than a good man.

the knock on her door pushed her to slowly shift herself into a more upright position. hissing under her breath as she did. “ come in. ’ a steady voice called out. thank god she could still pull that off. the bourbon he carried in brought an easy smile across her lips as she looked up at him. “ did you bring glasses or are we bottle drinking? ’

[sinfxl]

closed to @crimsonfaux​, @noah-etkin​.

there was at least one thing to mark off of noah’s never ending guilt train. he didn’t seem to enjoy the ride, and yet, every day he got right back on. odd. 

by now blair knew it was who he was, and she’d take that over nothing. she wasn’t exactly positive noah’s confessional to her dad would help, but— she hoped. her reassurances surely weren’t enough, hopefully oliver’s would be. 

blair gave noah a reassuring smile as her knuckles tapped against the propped open door. at least, she hoped it was reassuring. the door pushed open more at her taps and she pushed it the rest of the way as she stepped inside. “ do you have a minute? it’s noah and i. ’

[sinfxl]

hourglass room.

ft. @noah-etkin​, @strcngerwrcld​, @sinfvlsovls​.

this probably wasn’t what noah had in mind for his birthday. if guilt was a familiar feeling for blair she might even be feeling that now. to be fair, she was damn near certain that he wouldn’t have regretted caving to her suggestions. though, she was also convinced that this wouldn’t have happened. yet, here they were. stuck in a room with family, a cop that tip toed between the line of good and bad, and, a stranger. an adventure this would prove to be.

the thought remained— an adventure of escape set before them. only, that was before the grains os sand trickled from above. looking up seemed ill advise, it was clear what this was. an adventure still, only, a little more dire perhaps?

tension in the room seemed to tighten as reality began to settle in around them. the noise of everyone in the room ran through her eardrums as just that— noise. when chaos broke out her mind had a way of silencing everything around her. a practice to zone in, to try and decipher a way out. 

narrowed eyes spinning round the room. the keypad and hourglass standing out alongside everything else. numbers would be there way out, and the sand trickling within that hourglass was their timer. tick tock. 

“ noah. ’ his eyes glued to a phone that— a quick glance at her own. no service. “ noah! ’ what in the hell was he looking at? when he did finally look up to meet her face her brows were twisted in confusion. “ we can’t afford to have your mind anywhere but here, okay? ’