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SEBASTIAN AND NOAH
Bastille - Another place
James Arthur - Skeletons
Billie Eilish - Bad Guy
Billie Eilish - My strange addiction
Dermot Kennedy - Power over me
Jonas Brothers - Sucker
EMMA AND NOAH
Shawn Mendes - Nervous
Go Radio - Goodnight Moon
Elvis Presley - Can’t help falling in love with you
Roy Orbinson - Pretty Woman
Dean Martin - Baby it’s cold outside
An Ocean Breeze || Noah and Emma
Noah:
“Oh, hell”, Noah couldn’t help but exclaim, unable to react with anything but excitement to her vacation plans. “I visited Greece last year, it’s one of my favorite places. All that history and culture, and man, the architecture. Mythology is still so ingrained in everything those people do, and build, it’s amazing. I have a friend who’s from Greece, so we sometimes go and explore places that are said to harbor some kind of .. y’know, artefact, something that once belonged to Poseidon, for example. Or well, that’s what people think, anyway.”
And now he was rambling. A quiet chuckle, ears turning a bit darker as he rubbed the back of his neck.
“Never been to Romania, though. Or Egypt. Would love to see both of those places.” And every other place in the world he hadn’t been to yet.
For all he knew? Emma seemed just as excited about traveling, and exploring, and learning about the true nature of those countries people couldn’t stop writing stories about. It almost seemed like he had found a kindred soul so far from home.
“– I’m actually not on vacation here, though, no. My aunt used to work as a humanitarian aid worker, and I started volunteering some years ago. I love my day job, but it’s also nice to get to .. y’know, provide more immediate help. Build something up with my hands, see that it makes a difference. It’s good.” Not to talk about the people he got to speak to, the experiences they shared with him, the stories they chose to tell. It was a life lesson unlike any other.
As the storm picked back up, Noah lifted his head, brows furrowing. He could feel the thunder storm in his veins, could feel it rumbling in his chest, could feel it clouding his mind. If there was one thing he truely hated about staying here? It were the constant headaches he had to deal with.
“– There’s gonna be more work tomorrow. If that storm hits, we can just hope that it doesn’t destroy everything we’ve rebuilt so far. The kid’s are gonna need you tomorrow, Emma. They’re lucky to have someone like you here.”
While Noah talked about Greece, Emma looked down, half concealing her smile. Her imagination was going wild with not just visiting all those places he’d described, looking for the artifacts, exploring the world of the mythology, but doing so with him. Because he seemed like he would be an exciting traveling partner. Eager. Not wanting to spend all day in the hotel but to go out and explore? It made her wonder what kind of books he liked. If he liked to read at all, of course. But if he did, Emma imagined it being something adventurous. Something with pirates or shipwrecks or mermaids-- She suppressed a smile. Apparently being so near the ocean has had its affect on me.
“Wait. You... So, you’re a police officer,” she said, nodding toward his shirt, then looking up at him again as they walked, wonder evident in her eyes. “You’re a police officer and a humanitarian? So what you’re saying is that you’re a saint? Like an actual, physical, real life embodiment of a saint. And if you’re not...” Emma waved her arms in his direction. “I dub thee, Saint Noah, of Mozambique.” Laughing through most of her words, she shook her head. “No, but, I get it. Or at least I think I do. I would imagine, as a police officer, you see a lot of bad in the world, you know? The crimes. The hardships. And then... to come here where the only mission is to help each other? I hope it gives you what you’re looking for.”
As he looked out to the distant horizon, Emma watched him, studying his face, incredibly glad she’d gotten to meet Noah. He was, somehow, both a stranger and everything she’d been missing about home. He spoke English and loved to travel. He was friendly and made her feel comfortable. He was nice to look at, of course, but that thought actually wasn’t at the front of Emma’s mind. She liked his company. His presence.
“I could do without another storm,” she said, following his gaze out to the clouds that were becoming more frequently backlit by the lightning. “Obviously everyone here could. But the change in pressure always gives me the worst migraines.” Her headaches were pulsating, and nerve racking. She was about to say something, something about her storytimes and inviting him to come see one if he wanted, when the toe of her right converse struck against a rock heavily embedded in the ground. Her breath and words cut short, Emma lunged forward from the momentum, stumbling, and managing enough time to think embarrassing it was going to be that he would witness her fall.
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An Ocean Breeze || Noah and Emma
Noah:
“No, no, that’s amazing”, Noah half cut her off while she spoke about how she wasn’t the strongest or most coordinated. A light shake of his head.
“We need these kind of people. They need these kind of people. I mean, I’m sure not everyone gets it, but… it’s what you’ve said. Keeps their minds active, keeps them off of everything else that’s going on. It’s normal, and normal is great right now.” Though Noah figured that, everything considered? Some of these kids had probably never been read to before, so what Emma was doing was more than normal to some of them.
In the end, it was the same reason Noah used what little time he had in between rebuilding houses and getting people out of the wreckage that had once been their home to play soccer with the local kids. It was easy. Fun. The illusion of something most people would consider normal.
“I’m not sure yet. How long I’m gonna stay, I mean. Two weeks? I’ve just arrived a couple of days ago, there’s still a lot to do.” Noah would stay a month, if he could, really - but work was waiting at home as well, and his vacation would only last that long. Also, and almost more importantly - his little sister probably missed him like mad, and Noah missed her just as badly.
“What about you? You said you were supposed to go somewhere else altogether, right? What was your actual destination?”
With her hands tucked into her oversized hoodie pocket, Emma mostly watched the ground as they walked, smiling up at him as he spoke. Her cheeks colored a little as he’d insisted that what she was doing was good and helpful, even in its own small way.
“I worry that in a place like this there will always be a lot to do, you know?” she said softly, looking around. Places like Paris, after the cathedral caught on fire, they were bombarded with donations to preserve and rebuild. But places like Mozambique? They were lucky if people even knew the country existed, let alone that it had been hit by the storm. And finally, to have money thrown at them was an almost unheard of concept.
“Originally? I was planning on starting in the Sudan. Move up to Egypt. Hop over to Greece and end my summer in Romania. I’ve... always wanted to see the home place of Dracula.”
Traveling to Forks, Washington or Mystic Falls had never pulled her. But Romania? Transylvania? The castles and true history and mystery and legends? Gods she wanted to go more than she could stand. So much so that, during one year she had made it her resolution to learn Romanian. There were hundreds of dialects and stitched-together versions of the language. But she hoped it would at least mean something that she was trying to learn.
“Did you come all this way just to help? Because that’s... kind of an incredible thing for you to do. Is it something you do often? Help places rebuild, I mean.” Lightning flashed in the distant night sky and the breeze picked up a little. Another storm. Emma could only hope that these people were given a break from the worst of it.
Noah:
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There had been … a shit ton of strange encounters in his life. Things barely ever were what they seemed, he had learned that much - and he had learned how to pay attention to the little details that gave away the truth more often than not as well.
Some things, however? Some things were so strange, so illogical, so … utterly unbelievable that even Noah couldn’t tell what the hell was going on. Finding yourself stuck in the world of one of your favorite book characters? Most definitely one of those things.
It was a little bit like … groundhog day, really. For a couple of days Noah had woken up early in the morning, fully expecting to find himself back in his own world again, waking after a particularly realistic dream .. just to find himself in Emma’s world, still. Now that world wasn’t that different from his own, it wasn’t some obscure fantasy universe (though he would have loved to see one of those, too. Middle earth, maybe. He’d make a good ringbearer.) It were minor details that reminded Noah every single day that this wasn’t what he considered his world - his favorite coffee shop wasn’t where it was supposed to be. The architecture was slightly off. It wasn’t spring, even though, in his world? The temperature had just started rising after a long and rather cold winter.
No, this wasn’t his home. The biggest sign? A particular girl he had almost-bumped-into two days after arriving in Absurd-istan. A girl that wasn’t supposed to exist. Emma.
He knew her schedule inside out, which might have seemed creepy, but was merely a result of the many times he had read her story. She went to a park to read. Got a smoothie, some days a coffee. Next up - the bus stop. For a couple of days Noah had tried to figure out how to approach her, had tried to figure out at what point in her story he had crashed into her world. The answer came to him on day five - he had spotted the couple in the coffee shop before Emma had even entered it, merely recognizing the man and the woman based on the description from Emma’s book. So they were right at the beginning still - and Noah knew that, should he decide to influence her story in any way or form? He would have to do it now. (And yes, he knew that, hypothetically, it was never a good idea to interfere with a story that was already written - time travel and all, always caused some major kind of disaster. But this wasn’t time travel now, was it? It was … world hopping. Something entirely different.)
“– Emma? Emma, hold on, I need to talk to you!”
Not the grand entrance he would have imagined, really - and Noah had had many ideas how to approach her ever since he had first entered this world. This wasn’t exactly movie material, but … he figured at least it would catch her attention. Ideally? Helping Emma would also help him find his way back home, ultimately.
It was a day like any other. She’d gone to the Benedict Fountain Park and read for an hour that morning with the best view of the city. It had still been early enough that it wasn’t over crowded by people jogging or letting their dogs off the leash -- though, let’s be real, she would have loved some dog cuddling time. And then it was off to the cafe nearby. Maybe she would get an iced coffee. She would swear, two weeks ago, it snowed. But now Denver was in the full swing toward summer and the sun reflecting off the pavement was radiating heat all around.
Emma caught the bus that let out right in front of the only cafe she visited. The baristas in there knew her by name. They knew her drink order. And, sometimes if they had some that were about to pass their sell by date, they would give her discounted cookies.
Being raised in the city, Emma was relatively used to strangers approaching her on the street. Though none of them were quite so eager. And she’d never had someone call her by name before. Quickly she looked down to see if her name was on her shirt somehow. But all she was wearing was a pair of grey sweats and a black tank top. Her messenger bag was slung across her body.
Maybe he was someone she’d gone to high school with? It had been a large school. Still... Surely she would recognize that face.
Squinting against the sun, Emma looked into the eyes of the man approaching and was suddenly reminded of the sea. It made her think of her favorite book -- it was one of the three she was carting around in her bag now. She took and instinctual step closer to the cafe. “Talk to me?” she asked, knowing she should be prepared to run, or brace herself for a scam. “I don’t... know you, do I? I’m sorry. Have I... forgotten you?”
Were her symptoms getting worse? Nobody had said anything about amnesia.
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