#noah 001.

[andyacostas]

andy 🔗 noah

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[nomadjones]

dallas 📲 noah.

Dallas: How's your Sunday looking? Are you working or off?

[finn-oconnor]

when: july 2022 location: restricted access availability: closed | @noahcolemanx​

Since the Wildflower Festival was happening, a lot of the places in town were much quieter. Something Finn was a big fan of since crowds weren’t on the list of his favorite things. It also meant that there was no shows or performances going on at Restricted Access which made it Finn’s drinking spot for the night. Besides the fact that he drank for free there. Most of the time he didn’t mind the shows they put on or all the dancers but it was something he needed to be in the mood for. 

He headed over after grabbing dinner, somewhat excited to be able to relax and just enjoy the place for once. Once inside, getting a drink was his first stop before he would make his way to his regular table. Half of that idea got sidetracked when he noticed the pretty face alone at the bar. A face he hadn’t seen before which meant that the other man likely didn’t know him either and that made it a perfect opportunity to introduce himself. Finn slid up next to the unsuspecting man, a nod given to the bartender first before acknowledging him. “Old fashioned, no garnish.” He ordered and turned to the well dressed stranger on his left. “You new ‘round here? Think I’d remember a pretty face like that if I saw it.” A half smile followed his words, testing the water from the start with his suggestive tone. “Need a drink?” 

[tessahagcn]

So perhaps relocating to a city in Greece, when Tessa barely understands anything of the language, was not her brightest idea. And right now, all she really wants is a cup of coffee. Of course, that would be easier if any of the letters on the board were familiar to her, or if the barista seemed to speak a lick of any language other than Greek. It’s with irritation that she spins around on her heels, eyes landing on the poor soul behind her no doubt just trying to mind his business. “You. Norsk? English? Deutsche? Anything?” She rattles off the languages she knows, hoping he’s capable of speaking in at least one of them — and better at Greek than her. “Can you tell her I just want an espresso macchiato?” ( @noahkramer​ )

[maraothonos]

Has she been invited to Milos’s home? Not expressly. But it’s her right as his older sister to become acquainted with the residence, anyhow, or so she figures. David’s offered her a room in his home, had one prepared for Mara already in case she came by — the thought briefly fills her stomach with warmth — but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t intend to make herself at home at her brother’s place as well. Only, when the front door opens, though the man inside is indeed a blond, it’s not the one that Mara is looking for. “You’re not Milos.” The ‘so who the fuck are you?’ follow up question is implied. ( @noahkramer​ )

[aristondiakos]

Ariston drinks more coffee than would be advised by any medical professional, honestly. Sometimes he’s good about it and goes for decaf, but more often than not, he’s been relying on the caffeine throughout the day. Unfortunately, Ari doesn’t think there’s been a time yet that he’s been to Caffeine & Caffeine that it hasn’t been busy. He tries to make himself as small as possible, squeezing through the crowd of patrons with his drink in hand. It’s going decently well, until there’s an abrupt, sharp elbow that smacks into his back, jostling him forward — effectively spilling his coffee all over himself, and some on the man in front of him. “Oh, shit. I’m— I’m so sorry,” he stammers, blue eyes widening in mortification. ( @noahkramer​ )

[weshill]

at vice nightclub with @noahbeckford​

It was his first Valentine’s Day without his wife, and while part of him wanted to simply stay home and wallow in his sorrows, he knew that he needed to stop being so pathetic. The ball at Carson Mansion had become quite overwhelming, so he was relieved when he got to Vice, knowing that an anti-love event was more his speed. “Fuck, am I glad to see you here. Thought I was gonna start drowning in all the red lighting -- it’s kind of unnerving,” he mused, slipping onto the barstool next to where Noah was seated, letting out a sigh of relief before waving the bartender over. “What’re you having? Next round’s on me.”

[sncpdragons-blog]

hypoxia;

eurwangni beach  |  2:45am  |  @nvctertv

they should know better, toes digging into wet sand, november chill raising gooseflesh along bared chests. there’s a flicker of light then a breath of smoke, black roots growing out against the silver, turning to the boy next to him, cigarette hanging loosely at the edges of fox-grins. 

they should know better, but that would make it too easy - 

“does the city drown you?” waves crest the edges of their feet, aching as a lover’s touch. how easy it would be to give in. “do you yearn for the ocean every time you’re away, or do you wake up one morning remembering that you need it?” 

another breath of smoke. he shifts the air around reality for a moment to twist the fumes around fingertips before letting it dissolve into the night sky again, glitch in between the spaces he’s touched. it is tiresome, this pretense of a fantasy. 

“can you hold me under when i come in with you? ‘till the sun rises, at least.” he passes his cigarette to noah, holding it up to the boy’s lips, eyes staring, unashamed. “i’ll share a breath with you.”