#salemoliver

[noella-sees-dead-people]

*knocks on the door*

Just...coming to see how you're doing today...

[noella-sees-dead-people]

[[New York]]

*flops down on the bed* Well...this has been an exciting day. 

[floyd-marshall-blog]

*knocks on the door*

I have some question regarding this girl's disappearance. *holds up a picture of Noella*

[noella-sees-dead-people]

*slowly waking up*

Mmmm...

[prima-auden-gallagher]

If You Go || Self Para (Featuring Noella)

Auden had gotten up to buy something from the vending machine. Oliver had gone into surgery, Noella was stable, Emerson had finally fallen asleep. Auden wished she could say it was her conviction-skills, but it had more to do with utter exhaustion than anything Auden did. Everything was all quiet on the hospital front. Which is why when a nurse rushed up to Auden, started tugging on her arm and saying things like "critical condition" in the same sentence as Noella's name, she didn't have the mindset to remember her promise to Emerson.

Auden stumbled into the room with rushing hospital employees and the girl she hardly knew, "What do you expect me to do?" she asked out loud from the seat they'd set her down in. 

"We're losing her, just...comfort her. It could help," said one off the nurses.  Auden hesitated, then took her had, still very unsure of it all, "Perhaps talk to her?"

Auden looked at them all like they were crazy, but since they were all so busy, none seemed to notice. After waiting a moment Auden scooted closer and tucked some stray hair behind her ear, "Hey...Noella...uhm..." she glanced around, still no one was paying attention, "I don't actually know you that well...probably the least qualified person to be here. Talking to you..." Auden shifted uncomfortably. She'd seen many movies where people did things like this. Tried to talk to an unresponsive bodies in hopes to wake them up, make them better or stronger. Preferably both. But Auden hadn't ever done this. Oswald was dead when he got to the hospital, so she never got a chance to say anything to him with the hope that maybe he'd live. She had no idea what she'd've said to him had she got the chance--and she actually knew Oswald very closely. What was she supposed to say now?

Then she remembered one of the few times Noella and Auden had talked by themselves. It was the first time they met, "Remember when we first met? First thing we discussed was Oswald. You...You just knew. You have a real gift for that. I was a total skeptic of ghost, spirits...all of that. But now I'm a believer. So thanks, for helping me with Oswald," she paused, making sure no one was listening. No one was, "But here's the thing you don't know, Noella. It's not just ghosts and spirits that you have a way with. It's living people too," the nurses plunged something into Noella's chest and starts drawing blood from her lungs, "Emerson is better with you in his life. He had this...lightness to him once the initial shock of having a sister settled...I try...I really do try my best to keep him happy, to be his family, but I'm not enough. He needs you. Your mum and dad...they can be very hard on him, so...to have you...who...doesn't ask him for a lot, who doesn't expect him to be something he isn't...it's really good for him. And...without you I don't know what's going to happen. I'm...scared to find out..." they keep drawing blood, it seemed like more than her lungs could even hold, "And then there's Oliver. You...you can't die when he's almost done with his surgery. He needs to see you, alive," she glanced up at Noella's monitors. She was nearly flat-lined Probably drowning in her own blood. Auden growled and gave a squeeze into Noella's hand, "Come on already!" he nearly shouted, not that anyone had noticed. They were too busy rushing about, trying to fix Noella' s dying body, "I'm doing my best to be sensitive now and all I get is you dying? Not on my watch! You want to hear the hard truth? Here it is: you're letting yourself die. There is is. It's like you're not even trying to stay alive. You have all of these people looking out for you, trying o keep you alive because they love you. And you're just letting it go to waste," Auden dropped Noella's hand. She'd never been very logical about death, "I know you want to live. Deep down you do. All the bullshit about letting things happen? Fuck that!  If you're going to let your whole life be ruled by "fate", then it's gonna suck and it's going to just get all screwed up. You want something? Then you go after it--take it if you have to. Because there's nobody in this world that's going to do that for you," She was so into her rant that she hadn't even noticed that Noella's heart-rate monitor was getting stronger, "All that bad stuff you're thinking about? Anything that's making you not give all the fight you have? Just put it in a box. You put it in that box and you leave it there. Now  is the time to fight--because it's literally for your own life. Fight until there is nothing left. Because people love you. And if that's not worth fighting for, then I don't know what is,"

"She's getting stronger," one of the nurses called out, seemingly very surprised.

Auden nodded to Noella, who still had her eyes shut, "That's what I thought," 

[misguided-emerson]

Voicemail to Oliver

Emerson: hey I don't mean to interrupt your Thanksgiving but Noella was just rushed to the hospital coughing up blood and she collapsed.... it doesn't look good. Call me back.

[noella-sees-dead-people]

3 17 20 31 Ollie (or whichever ones you want to do I love them all)

3 ♥ A drabble of our muses on their wedding day (This wedding is so canon, man)

Noella moved swiftly through the dark forest, the tail of her dress dragging behind her. The dress, of course, was white, blending into her skin smoothly, but the train that ran over the ground of the Earth was a light gray and looked like it had been ripped in a few places. Her veil was thrown back, trailing nearly as long as the train on her dress. She carried dried-up, white roses in both her hands steadily, the ends of the petals were yellowing with death. In all honesty she looked like a ghost. A genuine ghost-bride. And, perhaps, she was. She very well could’ve been to anyone who caught a glimpse of her weaving around the trees slowly, as if she had nowhere to be and all the time to get there. This, however, Noella knew to be false. For only moments later she came to a small clearing in the forest, pulling the long veil over her face. There was a gap in the trees that formed a perfect circle around the chairs and alter. The full-moon shone through the tops of the tall trees, casting shadows through the fog that had rolled into the forest not too long ago. For Noella and Oliver, it was the perfect night to get married. For anyone else, they’d probably disagree. Luckily, everyone there knew the couple well enough to understand that this is what they wanted. Emerson stood up from his seat and walked over to Noella, letting her take his arm. She’d requested not to be walked through the forest, only down the aisle. She gave a small smile to her brother before walking forth to her soon-to-be-husband. Oliver gently lifted Noella’s white veil over her face, revealing her soft smile. The soft smile that was so different from all the other smiles she put on. Her fake smile, her confused smile, her laughing smile. But this soft smile…only Oliver really knew the what it meant despite going years without seeing her before the surgery. It was a complex meaning behind that soft smile. The closest translation would be I love you.

17 ◄ my muse wakes up in your muse’s body

Noella squeezed her eyes shut tight, sunlight pouring through her eyelids. She’d just woken up, but wanted to make herself go back to sleep to get more rest. She hummed and snuggled deeper into the smooth pillow. Confused for a moment by this pillow that was much nicer than the one she’d been taking around with her since she left her parents, she quickly remembered that her and Oliver had fallen asleep together on his bed. She smiled, now wanting to open her eyes so that she could look at her boyfriend, who would hopefully still be asleep. Slowly, she opened her eyes and saw…nothing. Blackness and some shadows but, really, nothing, “What the—?” she spoke, but heard Oliver’s voice come out. And, suddenly there was a scream. A high-pitched, girlish scream. Noella, not knowing what was happening, screamed as well, but it came out much lower than the other one she was hearing. She moved out of bed.

"What the hell!?" someone who sounded eerily like herself said, "You’re…me and I’m…I’m you…"

"Eem…" she hesitated, really confused by what was happening and her lack of vision, "What is going on…? Who are you…?"

"Nellie! It’s me!" the voice said waiting for her to understand. When she didn’t, they continued, "It’s Oliver…only…I’m…in your body…and you’re in mine and… I can see…" he paused, "Nellie! I can see! I could see you!" and there was a shuffle and she assumed he was looking for a mirror. After a moment she heard, "Awww…look at you…you’ve got little freckles," Noella, in her new-Oliver body made her way awkwardly towards his—her?—voice, smiling because even blind she could tell he was smiling as well. Suddenly there was a gasp, "I COULD TOTALLY LOOK AT YOU NAKED!" he announced happily, breaking the tender moment and sprinting off.

"OLIVER! NO!" she screeched, running after him.

20 ¶ my muse’s reaction to finding your muse beaten and bruised 

There was a soft knock at the door. Zarina had gone out, which left Oliver home, alone with Frost. Not that that mattered, of course. He wasn’t afraid of some knock at the door, “Hey,” she said. It was Noella and something in the inflection of her voice set of a warning signal in his head.

"Hey…" he said back cautiously, "You okay?" 

There was a pause, like she was considering this and then, at last second she went, “Fine,” which only caused for more worry on Oliver’s part.

He reached out, gently touching where he’d learned her upper arm would be located. She flinched. Oliver frowned, "What?" he said and there was another silence in which Noella was probably shaking her head no. She sniffled lightly and Oliver was now aware that she was hiding tears from him, "What is the matter? Come on…you can tell me…what happened? Are you okay?" he had to keep asking questions to the silent girl, hoping she’d address one of them. Oliver then moved to caress her face.

This time she whined out, “Ow,” but didn’t move away. Oliver began to trace her face as softly as he could. A cut here, warm skin that felt more inflated than the rest all over, her small whimpers of pain. Something bad had happened to Noella and Oliver had to know what. After doing a full scan of her face she said, a voice full of tears, “They’re here,” 

31 ! my muse drunk dials your muse

The buzzing in Noella’s pocket startled her badly before she realized what the buzzing meant. Her brother, Emerson, had gotten her a cell phone, saying how he’d occasionally need to get a hold of her. Noella hadn’t had a phone before and, needless to say, she was still getting used to it. Noella answered it, not really looking to see what the number was,  ”Hello?” she said, listening to the slight static and noise of a crowded room before.

"You’re beautiful! You’re beautiful! You’re beautiful it’s true!" attacked her eardrum. The voice of the singer, mixing in with the slurs of another.

"Eem…who is this?" she asked the still singing voice.

There was a small hiccup, "Shhh. Nellie. No. When someone is serenading  you, you just…you… shhhhh,"  came Oliver’s voice from the other end.

"Uh…huh…" she replied and immediately Oliver’s shushing came so loudly that Noella had to pull the device away from her ear. Noella sighed a little, "Okay, fine. Continue," she told him and immediately Oliver picked up where the song was at. He was loud and he was obnoxious, but in a way it was sweet. So Noella just sat there, listening and trying not to laugh over Oliver’s drunken singing. 

EXTRAS:

ƒ my muse tracing a scar of your muse’s

Noella leaned against Oliver’s body, a little tired, but still wanting to stay with him. It’d been a long day and they both just wanted to relax into each other and watch some Pokemon, hoping that neither of them would start up the long-continued argument of which starter Pokemon was the best. Oliver put his hand on her back, then slowly inched his hand underneath her shirt, rubbing the soft skin there. Not in a sexual way, but in the comforting way Noella had gotten used to. She knew he just liked to have that skin-on-skin contact. Giggling a little from his touch, she moved closer to him without warning, causing his hand to slip from her back to the front part of her waist. Oliver’s hand stopped his movement for a second, "Nellie…what’s this?" he asked, having located a long, puffed-up section of her skin. Noella hesitated and Oliver explored more around the area. There was no rhyme or reason to them—they were at odd intervals, crossed over one another, some longer, some shorter.

Noella shifted, Oliver’s hand losing contact for a moment, before he found the scars again, tracing them with an absent-mind as she spoke up, “You know those stick things you use to poke fire with?” she asked, swallowing a lump in her throat.

Oliver nodded, "Yes…?" he said, waiting for more information. It never came. Noella just waited in silence as he put the piece of the puzzle together. Finally, "Oh," was all he could say.

Noella nodded, sinking into his arms, feeling ashamed of her body, ”Heat resilience test,” 

ß a kiss on the eyelids

Noella was leaning against her boyfriend, more focused on the movie that played on the screen than Oliver, who was trying to snuggle her. Noella had never been to a drive-in movie theater—or any movie theater for that matter—before. It was a new experience for her, one that she really liked. Laying outside on the bed of a borrowed truck, a blanket resting over the two lovers, Oliver pulling her closer and closer with each second that passed. It was nice, but still her focus stayed on the screen, "Neeellliieee…" Oliver finally whined, "pay attention to me," she looked over, seeing him pout a little.

“But…movie…” she said, not really thinking of a better reason.

To which Oliver replied, "But me," which made Noella laugh. He loved her laugh and couldn’t help but swoop in for a kiss, not even trying to aim. He leaned and kissed, as if with perfect precision, on her left eyelid. Noella laughed again, one eye closed as he kissed it, the other open and looking at her silly boyfriend.

"That was your eyelid, wasn’t it?" he said as if he’d done bad.

Noella shook her head a little, disbelieving that he didn’t realize how little she cared, “Yeah it was,” she told him.

"Whoops," he said with a small pout.

To which Noella commanded softly, ”Close your eyes,” and leaned up, kissing each eyelid very softly and lovingly. She didn’t even care about the slight burn she felt against her lips from the chemicals that had burned away his sight long ago.

☺ My muse is visiting your muse on their death bed

Oliver the distinct click of a gun being cocked. He may not have had his sight, but the sound alone was enough. There was a gun and it was being pointed right at him. Another thing Oliver knew without sight. Him and his father were the only ones in the room. And his father was the one with the gun. Oliver swallowed hard. There was no way out of this and he had to accept that. Right as he had come to terms with his ultimate demise, a voice rang out, followed by another click. The click of a gun, “Y-You…You can’t hurt him. I won’t let you,” the voice said, obviously crying. Oliver’s skin ran cold, knowing the voice from the first syllable. It was Noella. Oliver had no idea what she was doing here or where she’d gotten a gun and he wasn’t going to ask. Part of him was just hoping she was all in his imagination. Which, of course, wasn’t true.

Oliver’s father just laughed at the girl, amused by her attempts to save her boyfriend. The was a shuffle and a shadow—Noella’s shadow—moved in front of him, who was shaking, "You’re not going to shoot me," his father laughed again. Noella didn’t reply, She just sniffled harshly, like someone who was crying, but still staying strong and focused.

The air shifted then. Like a calm before the storm, the air felt like it was slowing down, becoming heavier and noises nearly ceased. Oliver barely heard the shots ring out, one right after the other, being overcome with fright. In a split second Oliver felt the bullet graze his left hip, searing pain erupting there. In the next second second he listened as two bodies crumpled to the ground. One deadly silent, the other gasping for air. To Oliver’s relief, the gasping one also happened to be the one closest to him.

Oliver collapsed to the ground a moment later, his hands moving erratically towards the ragged breathing, trying to locate Noella’s body. Soon, his hands brushed against the smooth, still warm skin of Noella’s arm, "Noella," he said, a little relieved to find her. There was a strangled noise, as if Noella’s couldn’t speak, and Oliver pulled her into his lap, her back resting against his legs.

She didn’t hold him back, “He was going to hurt you,” she coughed out and Oliver didn’t have the heart to tell her about his bleeding hip. That…that could easily be fixed, but this moment couldn’t. Because her words didn’t sound like fighting words she sounded like she was giving up.

Tears fell from his blinded eyes, "Noella…no…I…I never wanted you to—" 

"Shhhh," she hushed him and he felt her hand touch his cheek with the tips of her fingers before dropping back into her lap, as if she was too weak to even keep her arm up. Oliver’s hand scanned her body lightly, trying to find where she’d been shot. Her found the wetness quickly and she flinched as his hand glide over her stomach, "It’s okay," she told him, probably accessing the look on his face.

Oliver shook his head, "How? How can this be okay?” he asked, his tone a little more desperate and a little more angry than he had wanted it to be. He pulled her into him, chest against chest.

Noella smiled a little, “I love you,” she whispered softly because of her weakened state. It was the first time she’d said that to him and he way she said it, he didn’t know if that was an answer to his question. Or, perhaps, just her last declaration to the world because right after the words left her lips, Oliver felt one last beat from her heart, before it gave up.

"No," he whispered and shook his head, pulling her even tighter against his chest. As if, somehow, he could transfer half of his heartbeats to her and they could both live on their shared heartbeats, connected closer than anyone else in the world. Oliver convinced himself that it could work—it would work. Like his love could be that strong. But her body never came back to life and he just had to settle for whispering, "I love you too," to her corpse.