summary: one of three who survived the experiments issued by the faceless man, roux. as one of his snakes, noรฉmie was trained to be a skilled assassin. unlike the other twoโ the constrictors; boa and python. noรฉmie was a viper, and the only survivor of the immunization experiments. while working with roux, she developed a gift for toxicology. an obsession, really. her quick and sly nature made her a natural at infiltration, as long as her anger and lust for excitement didn't get in the way. noรฉmie was not the best of his snakes, but she was the favorite.
his name was lucien. he was roux's right hand man, and he was everything to her. he was the reason her loyalties were split. she began to notice the struggle for power between the two men as she got older, but before choice became an option, roux took it from her by tricking her into murdering lucien. with no where else to place her loyalties, roux believed she would turn to him. he was wrong. something broke inside of her that day, and noรฉmie defected. leaving roux, the snakes, and everything she knew behind. today, she acts under no command but her own, biding her time until she can put a bullet through the faceless man's head.
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noรฉmie is a morally grey character. her views โ my views.
i am not french, russian, chinese, japanese, or spanish. i use google translate.
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HOLD ME IN THE DARK. a collection of emotionally charged lyrics to scratch that angst itch. change verbiage and pronouns as needed. (send + reverse if desired.)
baby, now that i found you, i can't let you go.
i built my world around you, i need you so.
i only make a mess of my head, especially when i'm tied up to you.
love me and you leave me, then you pay me dirt.
used to be my best friend, now friendship isn't an option.
am i enough for you, my dear?
won't you hold me in the dark?
i've tried running but only you can fix my soul.
take me home.
i've been losing myself somehow.
your father says that i ain't worth a dime.
if it all goes south and my luck runs out, will you love me?
i've been washedโdown the riversโof your soul.
or will you let me down?
somehow, i know we're written in the stars.
we're walking in this lie.
when i see the devil's eyes, a current travels down my spine.
can you find me?
i'm in hell. your taste, your smell, i know you far too well.
your love is poison that won't let me live.
we're all lovers searching for someone.
just say you won't let go.
i've got nothing left to give and you give me nothing now.
i'm not gonna wait until you're done pretending you don't need anyone.
i'm not ready to die, not yet.
life's never like that.
every night, i'm dancing with your ghost.
cause a one in a million chance is still a chance and i would take those odds.
if you were mine i'd never let anyone hurt you.
can i be the one?
now, the day bleeds into nightfall and you're not here to get me through it all.
i let my guard down and then you pulled the rug.
i was getting kinda used to being someone you loved.
i tend to close my eyes when it hurts sometimes.
i don't wanna be alone tonight.
i can't believe the lies that i went for.
you took my feelings and just threw them out the window.
V.01 โโ Her answers should've been expected, the deflection wrapped in the same brand of curiosity as his own [ the kind that seeks to learn more for the sake of self-preservation rather than pure interest ], which was something he could respect. โโ << That might be true... But can you blame a man for being cautious, given your line of work? >> โโ He couldn't help the humorous huff at her tease. If anything, part of him had already settled on the idea he would die not as a consequence of his arrogance, but betrayed by his appetites. A feigned sigh of resignation, followed immediately by a smile. โโ << If you insist. Nicolas. >> โโ Not entirely a lie, he was Nicolas on one of his passports.
The glass was left on the counter with the drink unfinished [ drinking anything alcoholic, however little, with a stranger was already an indulgence he rarely allowed himself ], both hands slipping into his pockets. โโ << Now, indulge me for an instant. Was the job hard? >> โโ Judging by the paycheck, he could've guessed the answer... But where's the fun in that?