「 𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗘𝗡𝗜𝗘 𝗞𝗢𝗪𝗔𝗟𝗦𝗞𝗜 : 𝟬𝟬𝟭 」️
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NOAH AWOKE TO CHAOS ──────── found himself oddly startled only by the fact he wasn’t nervous or afraid to be in it. when had he stopped being afraid of the unknown? sirens seemed to go off in the distance, and some gurneys were being brought in. he had never seen gurneys before. he thought they were a very MUGGLE thing, but clearly the distinction was a little less important in times of war. he had only just began to move his arm, to test it for pain, when he heard teddy lupin utter his name. ‘ YAXLEY, glad you’re awake. now move, we need the room. ’ noah had only blinked up at him a few times, at which point an elderly lady began swatting at him, reaching for the sheets he was laying on. ‘ -alright, alright. ’ he huffed to her, standing up and ignoring the gentle throbbing of his shoulder. noah had a feeling he was forgetting something important as he stood up and got out of the way.
HE REMEMBERED, BUT HE WAS DISTRACTED, TOO. laying in one of the gurneys was someone noah knew well. someone wearing a silver embroidered robe, who fought in the rebellion armies. someone who was clutching a bloody chest wound ──────── someone from the other side. COBALT stared with befuddlement before he took further steps back, but it slowly made sense. of course healers didn’t see it that way; GOOD or EVIL didn’t dictate whether you got to live or die here. ‘ do you need any help? ’ he asked teddy, whose lips thinned as he shook his head. ‘ no, mate. this one is over. this one, we won. ’ as noah’s eyes went to the half-conscious man whose chest was now being healed by three people, he decided it wasn’t a story he wanted to hear. NOT YET. as reality dawned on him, he turned to stare backwards at where he thought someone was staring in that direction, too. someone with bleak, STEEL EYES.
A MYRIAD OF EMOTIONS HIT HIM AT ONCE. he did not move for a while. instead, he sought the truth in the BLUE EYES ──────── knew then NOTHING had changed, except more hopelessness; more injury and death. ‘ have they been able to find any clue at all? ’ his voice carried a reckless dash of HOPE, as he finally moved to sit beside her. the bed was empty. she looked tired. ‘ is max okay? ’ he needed to catch up with the REVOLUTION, and he needed to catch up on the CHESSBOARD. but, selfishly, he also wanted to just sit there and inhale the calming scent of jasmine, even tainted by the smell of chemicals and potions. he wanted to run his hands over curls that looked beyond tangled, and he wanted to COMFORT HER. yet, he was afraid that if he did, he might crack. that maybe he needed the ICE that being the pawn of the rebellion had made him be. THEN AGAIN? . . .he needed HER more. he lifted a palm to her.
‘ you need FOOD ─────── AND SLEEP. ’ cobalt challenged, desperate to see LIFE back in steel. ‘ let’s get out of here for a bit? ’