02-06-2017, 01:13 AM
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[abbr=flintlock lodge, messy brown hair, green eyes, quiet, speaks only in latin]NOAH CZERNZY[/abbr]
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[abbr=flintlock lodge, messy brown hair, green eyes, quiet, speaks only in latin]NOAH CZERNZY[/abbr]
[align=left][justify][size=8pt]★ he took in the appearance of the other, holding the moment inside himself for a few moments, his gaze skirting the tips of sollux's feet for a second. they seemed restless, unable to sleep or something like that. cabeswater was whispering to him, all pressing leaves and vines winding up his legs that nobody else could see. he loved it, he loved every single part of it. except for when he didn't.
he wished things were different sometimes. wished that he didn't have to be so diffiult by only speaking latin, wished that he had never been abandoned, wished that he never put gwen through what he had. she had been so understanding for the longest time, ever since she had saved him really. when he woke up in the middle of the night, soft whimpers slipping from his mouth and hot tears rolling down the back of his throat, gwen was there for him and she tucked him into herself. they shivered together in the night, unaware of what the next few weeks would hold but certain that would face it together.
that had been the first night after she had rescued him and noah remembered it with sparkling precision. it surprised him, honestly.
sollux was saying something to him, now, and noah let his green optics flick upwards, staring straight into the other's own. it seemed that sollux was asking him why he was up so late. it was really nice of him to ask that, but noah couldn't help be suspicious. [abbr="Thank you.... for your concern, I appreciate it."]"Tibi gratias ago pro cura et debeat."[/abbr] he said softly, touched by this kindness, blinking slowly. he figured that he might as well try and speak the other's language, even though noah was dead set against it. so, in a very quiet tone, he would state his appreciation: "thank you, sir."
as sollux leaned down to close the distance between them, the boy found himself tensing, baring his teeth in defense before he realized the fellow lodger was simply offering him a bandaid. ah! this was just what he had needed! "kerah!" he stated in a manner that something akin to surprise, being an utterance that often slipped out when he was experiencing this emotion. why was this man being so nice to him?
he let sollux have his arm, however, in order let him patch him up, so to speak. awe-tinted sentences came tumbling from his lips, english for once, not latin. "i don't understand why you're doing this for me.... i-i'm [abbr=very surprised!]vere mirari![/abbr]"
of course, the last two words lapsed into latin but nonetheless, it was easy to understand his meaning: he was incredulous that this was happening.
he wished things were different sometimes. wished that he didn't have to be so diffiult by only speaking latin, wished that he had never been abandoned, wished that he never put gwen through what he had. she had been so understanding for the longest time, ever since she had saved him really. when he woke up in the middle of the night, soft whimpers slipping from his mouth and hot tears rolling down the back of his throat, gwen was there for him and she tucked him into herself. they shivered together in the night, unaware of what the next few weeks would hold but certain that would face it together.
that had been the first night after she had rescued him and noah remembered it with sparkling precision. it surprised him, honestly.
sollux was saying something to him, now, and noah let his green optics flick upwards, staring straight into the other's own. it seemed that sollux was asking him why he was up so late. it was really nice of him to ask that, but noah couldn't help be suspicious. [abbr="Thank you.... for your concern, I appreciate it."]"Tibi gratias ago pro cura et debeat."[/abbr] he said softly, touched by this kindness, blinking slowly. he figured that he might as well try and speak the other's language, even though noah was dead set against it. so, in a very quiet tone, he would state his appreciation: "thank you, sir."
as sollux leaned down to close the distance between them, the boy found himself tensing, baring his teeth in defense before he realized the fellow lodger was simply offering him a bandaid. ah! this was just what he had needed! "kerah!" he stated in a manner that something akin to surprise, being an utterance that often slipped out when he was experiencing this emotion. why was this man being so nice to him?
he let sollux have his arm, however, in order let him patch him up, so to speak. awe-tinted sentences came tumbling from his lips, english for once, not latin. "i don't understand why you're doing this for me.... i-i'm [abbr=very surprised!]vere mirari![/abbr]"
of course, the last two words lapsed into latin but nonetheless, it was easy to understand his meaning: he was incredulous that this was happening.
[spoiler=I WISH THEY HADNT CONVINCED YOU LIFE IS WAR | 02/04/2017]‣ Noah Czernzy / Noe [Latin spelling] / Cis Male / He/Him Pronouns
‣ Member [child] of Flintlock Lodge / brother to Gwen Czernzy
‣ He trails behind Gwen a lot, whispers to her in Latin, lets her translate to English for him.
‣ Only speaks in Latin
‣ Birthday Unknown / Looks and sounds to be ten years of age
‣ Noah is a child, average in height for his age, although his is a bit on the thin side. Glittering green eyes stare out at the world, scared and closed off. He was rescued from a sex trafficking ring by Gwen, hasn't left her side since, and isn't fond of others touching him without permission. Beware, if you reach for his throat or his shoulders, he will not hesitate to bare his teeth or even try to bite you. He will grow to be very sensitive about the scars that litter his body, wanting to hide them. There's one on his stomach that if you touch, he'll whimper. He's so shaken about what happened with his scars that sometimes he even refuses to acknowledge you or them if you talk about them. Dark brown hair sits atop his head, tousled and will grow lighter as he ages. He usually wears a silver hoodie with white trim and two or three tee-shirts underneath, varying in color with each time you happen to catch sight of them. He has a habit of biting his lip during uncomfortable situations.
‣ Noah is a fragile thing, but also isn't afraid to tell you just what he thinks of you - in Latin, of course, so you can't understand him as he's trying to berate you. He always talks in Latin, seeing as that's what his parents spoke around him. He can be seen with a slight smile whenever he's with Gwen, but don't let that fool you. He has a dangerous temper that can flare any moment, and considers himself "an ugly boy" and "unknowable". Noah Czernzy gets lost in his thoughts a lot, tending to stay cooped up in his room, staring off into space for hours as he escapes into a world of trees that speak his language and running rivers and constantly changing seasons. He calls it 'Cabeswater' and thinks that he can feel the ley line/corpse road running through him at all times. He has a terrible phobia of bathtubs, and if you force him to go near one, he will fight back with all his strength and refuse to go anywhere closer to it.[/spoiler]
‣ Member [child] of Flintlock Lodge / brother to Gwen Czernzy
‣ He trails behind Gwen a lot, whispers to her in Latin, lets her translate to English for him.
‣ Only speaks in Latin
‣ Birthday Unknown / Looks and sounds to be ten years of age
‣ Noah is a child, average in height for his age, although his is a bit on the thin side. Glittering green eyes stare out at the world, scared and closed off. He was rescued from a sex trafficking ring by Gwen, hasn't left her side since, and isn't fond of others touching him without permission. Beware, if you reach for his throat or his shoulders, he will not hesitate to bare his teeth or even try to bite you. He will grow to be very sensitive about the scars that litter his body, wanting to hide them. There's one on his stomach that if you touch, he'll whimper. He's so shaken about what happened with his scars that sometimes he even refuses to acknowledge you or them if you talk about them. Dark brown hair sits atop his head, tousled and will grow lighter as he ages. He usually wears a silver hoodie with white trim and two or three tee-shirts underneath, varying in color with each time you happen to catch sight of them. He has a habit of biting his lip during uncomfortable situations.
‣ Noah is a fragile thing, but also isn't afraid to tell you just what he thinks of you - in Latin, of course, so you can't understand him as he's trying to berate you. He always talks in Latin, seeing as that's what his parents spoke around him. He can be seen with a slight smile whenever he's with Gwen, but don't let that fool you. He has a dangerous temper that can flare any moment, and considers himself "an ugly boy" and "unknowable". Noah Czernzy gets lost in his thoughts a lot, tending to stay cooped up in his room, staring off into space for hours as he escapes into a world of trees that speak his language and running rivers and constantly changing seasons. He calls it 'Cabeswater' and thinks that he can feel the ley line/corpse road running through him at all times. He has a terrible phobia of bathtubs, and if you force him to go near one, he will fight back with all his strength and refuse to go anywhere closer to it.[/spoiler]
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yo but linkin park defined the alternative music genre - aporia[/spoiler]