Daily Lives of High School Boys but make it ✨them✨
They are all best friends and chaotic dumbasses and you cannot convince me otherwise. (yes that includes Road)
-I just think the season 4 version of Jasdero and Devit + Wisely and Road are the perfect Noah friend group! They’re also (excluding Hallow) the kids/teens of the Noah Clan soooo it makes it even better!
Also can we get some appreciation for the lineart? Wisely’s face is my favorite <3
hello hello! seeing as I’m finally on vacations for a week, I’ve decided on trying this out to get some new stories going! So react to this for a short starter to be sent your way!
I’ve also finally updated my fmab oc’s biography (here!) and I shall work on a sideblog for her on monday, so let me know if you’d like to write with her! She’s the fruit of nearly two years of work and development, so feedback is always appreciated! If you read her bio, thank you in advance!! I know it’s a long thing to read, so always feel free to let me know if you have any doubts or if you’d rather me sending you the shorter version.
the Dreams simply couldn’tbelieve what she had just heard. Sheer disbelief was spread upon her visage for naught but a second, before she burst out laughing. Amusement, surely, but most importantly, bitterness and venom slipped past that chortle. This girl had a death wish, hadn’t she? How ridiculous…
━ ❝ over your DEAD body, you say? ❞ scoffing, Road brought a patronizing hand to her chest, chagrin written all over her features. That mocking smirk of hers was ever present ‘pon her chasms. ━ ❝ GOD, you are dumber than what I thought. ❞
not that she expected anything else to come from a human. they always acted so selfless and heroic, as if that could bring them anything.A pathetic sight, truly, but one that Road was more than willing to tear down to pieces, since this brat was looking to pick up a fight with her, a noah, after all.
━ ❝ as if I had a problem in killing you, brat. ❞
she spat, cruelty dripping from those lips. She had already been sitting on top of one of three level 2 akuma, but nothing beyond a flicker of her wrist, the uselessmachine exploded underneath her weight, crumbling down to earth in the form of rubble that, soon enough, turned to ash and vanished with a passing gust of wind. Road Kamelot, on her hand, seemed perfectly intact to the destruction and perfectly indifferent to the shocked look spread upon the other two akuma’s visage: she had landed on her feet rather gracefully (as though she had been putting on a show just for alice ━ how kind of her!) right after blowing to pieces one of her servants.
what could she be thinking?
━ ❝ I was bored of your talking anyway. And look at this, I’m even giving you a head start, Alice…❞ echoed sugarcoated vocals, as Road raised her arms as though showing her that, in fact, she’d only have to deal with two akuma before she would be rewarded with dealing with her. If she survived, that was.
and thus, with a snap of her fingers, the two machines charged towards the exorcist.
━ ❝ Let’s see what you’re made of before I rip you and that innocence of yours to pieces.❞
struck down cities, debris covering wherever those tiny feet stepped on. A beam of bright light piercing through the sky and through her skull, bringing bare knees to meet a cruel, cold ground and two tarnished appendages to grip tightly locks of violet strands. Ichor, warm and vivid, ran down from her forehead, from those crosses, and down her hands and arms; the blood mingling itself with the heavy tears which didn’t seem to cease rolling down her cheeks.
a loud, sharp scream echoed through the tempest and through the remnants of man-made constructions crumbling down to earth and oh, how she wished for them to fall on top of her; burying her and her conscience under brick and under dust, never to be found again. It was wrath, and it was resentment, that smashed her under the weight of her own irate heart. HOW COULD THEY? ━ how could mankind put up a fight against THE TRUE APOSTLE OF GOD ?! such blasphemy, what sense of faux power could have led HUMANITY astray ?!
INNOCENCE,IT WAS ITS FAULT.
all of this misery, all of this destruction, all of this despair.
if it hadn’t existed,they, wouldn’t have had to fight it, they wouldn’t have had to bring this FUCKED UP WORLD to its demise and to its knees, pleading for a mercy that would never come again.
OPHELIA, an unknown voice, yet so familiar from a distant reality reached out, but who was ophelia? Optics snapped open, black, sharp fingernails undug themselves from her own flesh as she let her arms relax by her body’s side. OPHELIA, it broke through again, and she raised her head to look around, but no one came into sight, but as the beam of light wrapped itself around the sky and the world beneath, she could, with parted lips and through eyes brimming with tears, appreciate for the first time the in it.
whether it had been genuine or if it had simply been a coping mechanism, she didn’t know: but as she witnessed the impending end of the world arriving, as certain as the embrace of death, as she saw as light slowly faded and the distant sound of waves violently crashing was closer and closer, she stood up to her feet and stretched her arms, beholding the meaning of this life. And LAUGHTER erupted from the girl’s throat. It was pained and it was humourless, but it came from the relief of knowing, deep within her core, that soon enough, all would be over.
OPHELIA, once more, and the figure she had spent the last months fearing, running away from, avoiding, blank with an permanent grin etched upon its visage, opened its infinite arms to her.
and she let herself fall into them.
ah, now she could remember.
she was Ophelia, wasn’t she? a name, given to her at birth, by her mother, the sweetest, most resilient woman she had ever known and who called for her, desperately, two hands firmly set on her shoulders and a terrified look spread all across her visage. Did she know? Had she seen the end of the world as well?
she hadn’t, had she?
━ ❝ a nightmare, ❞ she stated, looking at her palish daughter in the eye, and she could only nod, in silence. This time around, there were no gasping for air, there was no errant heart on the verge of tearing bone and skin to escape her chest, there were no screams. This time there was only a chin resting upon the woman’s shoulder, as she took her in her warm embrance, and a faint hand coming to touch her back, brief and featherly, as though it hadn’t really been there. ━ ❝ t'was just a nightmare, my little mouse. ❞
and finally, as she gazed the reflection on the mirror that stared back at her with aureate eyes, the pain was gone.
and she knew: that place, that woman, that house were no longer hers to live in. It was time to go, and it was time to find the remaining apostles.
BUT OH, to carry the weight of an age-old wrath, sorrow and ache upon shoulders as small as her own.
she remembered.
she remembered it all far too well for those bittersweet memories which she tried to accept as necessary and yet, at the same time, wished she could simply forget. Lips were parted, but nothing came out of them: not a sound, nor a breath.
andnot even a pained whimper at the way the seven h̶o̶l̶y̶ crosses on her forehead burned on her skin, more and more, the deeper she fell into that subconsciousness she both despised and adored.
the first times weren’t as bad as some would describe; or so she thought: repetitive nightmares, which stuck to this day with her, suddenly took over nights that soon enough, became sleepless in an attempt to avoid looking atIT in its hollow eyes. Little did she know at the time, though, that to force herself to stay awake over and over and over again, would prove itself to do more harm than good.
her body, however, pulled merciless pranks on her by throwing her back against her will when it could no longer withstand the lack of rest ━
━ and into that dark void of a world, DEVOID of sensation and DEVOID of reality was she again, and back was the feeling of choking on her own breath and tears, back was the soulless creature holding her by her neck and screaming at her in a tongue she couldn’t grasp, nor understand, before it carved on her flesh, with its own bare fingers, seven crosses across her forehead.
alas, the Dreams refused to dream. With all her might, but it was to no avail: for if it couldn’t disarm her and show her the reality of this world while she was unconscious, then it would shove it down her throat, in the material plane.
and so, hallucinations didn’t take too long to haunt her: A look in the mirror was unbearable, to catch but a glimpse of her reflection, distorted and faceless, was akin to bloodied knuckles and shattered glass, yet another attempt to escape a fate that was inevitable, unavoidable, impeding.
voices filled her ears and rang within an exhausted mind, come to us, they called, come back, they pleaded, and she ignored, despite the sharp pain and the feeling of restlessness that followed suit.
DON’T IGNORE US, they ordered once she didn’t listen, and if at first those vocals only sounded desperate, then as time went by they got angrier, then furious, then livid; much like a rabid dog, foaming at the mouth, living within the confines of her skull and barking to be released from its prison.
delusions of a sleep deprived heart, for sure ━ or so she tried to convince herself, right until the very last moments.
and until then, until she could close her eyes and lay in the arms of acceptance, this girl would have a long, treacherous path to cross: for the first nights were, now that she could face the abyss within her in the eyes, THE EASIEST PART.
words that she saved within her heart and by which she lived by. After all, it she didn’t, she wouldn’t have been following his tracks for so long, would she? Mingled with the crowd and acting as a guardian of sorts (or so she saw herself as, at least, no matter howhypocritethat was of her), the ninth, the noah of dreams, for whom time didn’t seem to pass, stood at a distance; pensively observing the small performance that the infamous garvey troupe had put, in order to sell a few more tickets for their christmas special. or so they said, anyway, but she couldn’t be less interested about it.
no sir, for this young woman, clad in an elegant, warm cape, had only been gracing them with her barely perceptible presence for a single reason: and that reason, ironically, had a name ━━ albeit he couldn’t quite remember, could he?
and yet, even though she could feel the frigid breeze passing by unruly locks of navy, and even though she felt her visage being kissed by the falling snow, mentally at least, Road was no longer on the lively plaza of edinstown. She was no longer surrounded by the cacophony of laughter and voices, of excited applauses and loud whistles, no ━ golden orbs might have been set upon the pierrot that perfomed with utmost grace, but the petite girl’s thoughts was a thousand miles away; in dear remembrances that she adamantly refused to let go of.
it’s alright, no one will hurt you now.
the world had, in a matter of minutes, gone silent and aureate; only evenly lit by the twilight rays of sun that entered through clear window panes and softly bathed their skin.
━ ❝ apricot tea, ❞ the female offered, with a smile spread upon her lips as she carefully placed a porcelain mug on the surface in front of him. ━ ❝ it’ll do you good, you’ll see. ❞
ah, that sort of mellow teatimes wasn’t uncommon at all between the two, quite the contrary: long conversations, that oftenly stretched into late night ones by a fireplace or beneath the stars, were born between sips of tea and nibbles on cinammon biscuits. And up to this day, she remembered that one afternoon so vividly: it had been thirty-five (or was it thirty-six?) years ago, and little did she know at the time, life as she knew it was about to crumble down to earth; leaving naught but destructionandmisery on its wake.
━ ❝ thank you, Road, ❞ he ended up saying, as calm as ever, with a grateful smile across his lips. Mana still kept that very same kindness, didn’t he? she could see it upon the way he had adopted that dog, that pulled impressive tricks along with him; or by the way he took that orphan child under his wing without hesitation. But she was diverging in her thoughts, wasn’t she?━ ❝ what would I do without you? ❞
looking back at it, there were so many signs that she ignored (or that maybe he hid from her). And Nea, too … it was for her own good, she remembered the most mischievous of the siblings telling her in secret, one night, and that he was doing it for Mana’s sake … up to this day, those words hadn’t left her mind.
━ ❝ that’s something we don’t need to think about, isn’t it? ❞
she recalled the hints of bemusement at her own words, and the lopsided smile that had bloomed upon her chasms. As far as she had been concerned, it made no sense to dwell on unrealistic events she was there, and there he was, were they not? wasn’t that all that mattered? Watching as he briskly stirred his beverage and chuckled, so lightheartedly, did break her heart into a thousand pieces; each for a different reason. but it had still been a welcoming memoir.
it’s alright, no one will resent you now.
he was already suffering, then, wasn’t he? she cursed herself for not having been capable of soothing his pain, back then, when it was bearable. It wouldn’t change much, for prophecies are bound to happen one way or another, but she couldn’t let go of the idea that, maybe, just maybe, she could have postponed it for a little longer.
but it wasn’t worth crying over spilled milk, was it?
ah,at a first sight, the sheep that wielded the dreams of noah hadn’t changed one bit: a youthful visage, framed by short locks of navy hair and large, dark azure hues that seemed to hold an entire starry sky within. But oh, despite the fact that it had only been seventeen years ago, Road felt as though she had aged hundreds of years.
━ ❝ don’t get closer, ❞ she had threatened, and oh, had she meant every single word. No matter how uttering them had ripped her appart, back then. It still did. ━ ❝ or I won’t hesitate in fighting you, Nea. ❞
how could it not hurt? how could she not be pained,stained,broken, by the fact that she was cornered between the two people she hadlovedthe most in her life? The fact that she had to choose between one and the other, the fact that she held an unconscious Mana within her protective grasp while promising violence to a very upset Nea.
she remembered the silence that weighted between them and which lasted for what felt like an eternity, at the moment, and she remembered the betrayal in his eyes at her decisive stance. She didn’t want to choose,she never wanted to, but Mana neededher more than ever, then. She remembered the way he turned his back on her and left, and she didn’t regret her decision, she never had and she never would.
she only hoped that he’dforgive her, when the day came.
it’s alright, no one will curse you now.
or so she wished. Because with the cross he carried upon his shoulders, all she could do was to support him ━ whether he remembered who she was, or not.
and so, with determinate golden orbs set to the grey clouds above, road kamelot, the one who harboured within her core the dreams of noah, swore to find them, when the promised day arrived, before someone elsecould.
━ ❝ oh, look who we have here, ❞ came mischievous vocals, followed by a soft smile that stretched itself through sugary chasms. Raising aureate orbs from the book she had been casually reading, the petite girl added, rather whimsically━ ❝ I was starting to think you hadn’t survived that encounter with those idiot exorcists! ❞
ah,and yet, it was difficult to lay a finger on whether Road genuinely meant those words, due to how lightheartedly they were uttered, while she savoured a colorful lollipop. The mirth that was reflected upon her gaze, though, could be a good indicator that she meant no harm…not for the time being, at least.
━ ❝ do tell, do tell! do you have the innocence? was the battle exciting?❞
she inquired, curiousityandexcitement brimming past her dulcet tones as she stood from the velvety armchair where she rested and approached Iriya.
He would have to admit, he’s not in the best of moods today. Parasitic innocence is a pain and, more annoyingly, a mess to extract. The bandages on his arms are soaked in blood up to the elbow, and none of it is his own. He doesn’t like carrying the innocence around very long, though (he knows what it can do to humans), so he didn’t bother to wash off before returning to the Noah. The feeling of drying and crusting blood halfway up his arms isn’t one he enjoys, though, and the whole thing sours his outlook on the day.
Despite this, he grins back at Road. Even knowing that his relationship to all the Noah is dangerous and dubious at best, he likes her. Something about a cheerful and childlike exterior hiding a horrifying darkness is a familiar concept to him.
“Naturally.” He pulls out a vial, specially designed to contain the innocence while it’s in transport, and flicks it towards her in a quick motion. “I wouldn’t call it ‘exciting’…” Normally, he makes a point to avoid excitement. Excitement draws attention, and the last thing either of them wants is for the order to know about him. “… but if you’d like the story, I am happy to share.”
a soft chortle escaping past sugar-coated chasms, the petite girl was quick in her reflexes and caught the vitreous vial he had tossed within a dainty appendage. For something so abhorrent,she noted, it sure was beauteous in appearance.
emitting a soft, jade hue, that dimly illuminated tan features, the ninth hummed at the sight. ─ ❝ the Earl will be pleased! Could this one be the heart? ❞ came the inquiry, accompanied by a curious raise of navy brows and a simper. Ah, innocence … there were few things that she despised more than the essence of the fragment she held on her palms. To think that it had the power to cause harm to them, the disciples of Noah, it was enough to make her stomach toss and turn in a sickening manner.
she just couldn’t wait to see it turned to dust, really.
─ ❝ and well? I’m waiting, I’m sure he wasn’t an easy victim, judging by how you look. ❞
a flicker of a hand was made towards his direction, as though putting into evidence all of the ichor that stained the male’s figure. Thankfully, she realised upon further inspection, it didn’t seem to belong to him. Truth be told, it was not as though the femme cared too much about the boy before her, but he had proved himself to be a useful ally to their cause —
— and thus, until proven otherwise, Road Kamelot saw no reason to be hostile towards Iriya. In fact, the Noah behaved in a rather friendly, lax manner towards him — as it was notorious then, as she motioned him to sit on the ground by her side tapping the free space by a lonely fireplace, and eyeing him with sheer interest, waiting for an easy form of entertainment.
at least until the Earl arrived and she could get rid of the innocence she then carried on her person.
there it was, spread across rosy tiers, a roguishsimper ━ one that could either mean that the Dreams wanted something from him or that she was ready to bother her dear uncle in her endless search for a source of entertainment.
one could never truly know, with Road. Approaching him rather energetically, the youthful looking femme didn’t hesitate in holding onto his arm, tugging softly on his sleeve. With a soft pout and pleading golden hues (for she didn’t bother concealing her form the moment she was home), came soft vocals. ━❝ I need your help with homework. unless you have something more interesting to do. ❞
he truly doesn’t remember, does he?ah, the million dollar question … it did cross her fleeting mind, in the dead of the night, as navy hues observed the unfolding scene from afar. And if the ponderation itself HURT, then the answer, that promptly came, wasDESPAIRING:hedid not , for a fact.
andoh,she knew so, but that didn’t ease the weight on her chest, nor the way her heartclenched everytime she saw him; the ghost of the man he once had been.Mana was no longer, or at least, not in the way she remembered him as. And now, what else could she do but wait? for days, weeks, months and years, all that the ninth, the SHEEP THAT WIELDED THE DREAMS OF NOAH, could do, waswaitfor the inevitable to happen: for him to rememberwho he was and what was his purpose.
the gene always awakened, eventually. And they always remembered. NOAH DOESN’T SLEEP FOR TOO LONG WITHIN HIS HOSTS.
theMILLENIUM EARL. the one who would bring this world to its demise, the one who’s done it once and who’ll do it again, inescapably. The one who devouredhis own other half. ❝ Don’t stop, keep walking, ❞ he had said, before his life was stolen from him. And he didn’t stop, but he also didn’t recall his past; because the blood that stained his hands was so unbearable (and so desired, at the same wicked time) that he forced himself to forget what he had done. Destroyed the face of ❝ Mana ❞ and replaced it. Destroyed the memories. REPRESSED THE GENE.
ah, the courageit must’ve taken him to go as far as erasing his own identity impressed her greatly, and she couldn’t say she blamed him, really ━ how could she? ━ for the weight of his brother’s death in his shoulders was far too heavy in comparison to the mental torture the pierrot, who lived in a faux state of peace, put himself through all over again.
if only she could ease his nightmaresor the unsettlingsensation that something important was lacking or the shadows that seemed to watch over him at night, creeping, lurking, waiting FOR A CHANCE TO STRIKE … if she could ease all that, she would.
BUT SHE COULD NOT. NOT UNTIL HE REMEMBERED. until then, there was nothing she could do. It’d be useless, anyway; nothing but a waste of energy. All she could do was checking on him every once in a while to see if there was any evolution on his awakening. And that was preciselywhat had brought her, at such ungodlyhour in the night, to the outskirts of the campsite of the GARVEY CIRCUS TROUPE.
what had motivated Mana to join a circus as a pierrot, she did not know: but it’d be a lie to say that it wasn’t ironic. A sad, lunatic clown that ingenuously lives in his own reality; as though in a limbo between what’s realand what’s not quite. It’d also be a blatant lie to say that it didn’t take her a great ammount of time to discover his whereabouts after he vanished without a trace, and not only because of how his features had drastically changed, but theBOND between hosts ran far too deep in their veins.
another thought that left a bitter taste in her mouth and caused a frown to form itself upon delicate features and a shiver to trickle down her spine: that had been why Nea couldn’t hide for long, after all.
andsometimes, the ninth apostle couldn’t help but wonder( for her heart did not only ache for one, but for BOTH) if he had fulfilled his promise of returning. She liked to believe he did, or that he would, but there wasn’t a trace of the fourteenth anywhere. nor in her DREAM, nor in the physical realm.
life is made of uncertainty, though, is it not? And thus, no matter how the perspective of being reunited with Nea once again caused a torrent of feelings to wash over her, Road Kamelot didn’t waste too much time dwelling on that idea. The world, to her knowing eyes, was nothing but an endless chain of action and reaction; where free willandfate constantly clashed and waltzed together, trying to escape and contradict each other in an endless loop that she had seen far too many times.
and far too many times had she been awfully amused by the choices humans made and by the mistakes they kept falling into. Just like she was on that moment, heeled shoes clacking softly against a ground that had been cleaned from the snow that covered it a few hours before, as she made her slow way towards the tall and mighty circus tent.
one thing was for sure; he hadn’t lost the kindness that had always been part of him, not yet, at least. Sometimes he was alone, with a dog that went by ❝ allen ❞;other times, gradually more often than not, he was accompanied by a kid that had, most likely, been bought by the ringmaster. Red was the name she had heard others calling him, out of spite and out of sheer rage, and while she knew how to recognize INNOCENCE when she saw it, this one didn’t seem to want anything to do with its bearer.
which was, as far as she had been concerned, good and bad ━ it couldn’t hurt Mana, on the one hand, but on the other, it also confirmed that she’d still have a long time to wait until she could bring him back.
Mana didn’t seem to be bothered by it, either; for there wasn’t any sort of adverse reaction to the present of such a thing so close. And this despite the beaten up child’s protests against his attempts of affection ( did he know anything else other than ireandhatredtossed his way? ) and how particularly fond he seemed to be growing of him.
he seemed genuinely happy with the kid’s company. AND SHE WOULDN’T BE THE ONE STEALING THAT JOY FROM HIM.
not when life would do that, sooner than later, she thought to herself, as she halted her march and adjusted the thick cloak closer around her petite bodice.
seen from up close, it was impressive how HUGE the circus actually was: beyond the main pavillion, the one where the shows were presented and repeated to death almost every night, a quick look around put into evidence the three smaller tents that surrounded it, as well as the lion’s cages. Other than her lonely steps, there was barely any other sound in the air; apart from the ocasional snore from inside any of the make-do cots or the cutting, bone chilling wind that whistled by and recklessly agitated trees and fabric with its passage.
she was alone, then. The one she sought wasn’t in sight, so she could only assume he’d be sleeping ( or trying to ) inside one of those tents with his precious, loyal companion. This had been the first time she had been so close to him, since thirty five years ago,hadn’t it? Despite being on her own, and despite how he ignored her existence ( AS HE SHOULD ), being there, running a dainty appendage through the shelter, brought a sense of peace to her errantheart. HE WAS STILLFAMILY.
regardless of how she’d like to ( mayhaps ) stay for longer, she had already seen what she needed to and put her mind to a rest. So she figured she should be on her way back; it had already been a risk to get so close ( what if he was risen from his slumber by her presence? what if she triggered his memory earlier than what it was supposed to? ) but curiositynever killed this cat before.
who could have guessed that it’d be this onetime?as a sigh escaped past pale chasms, Road’s hand slowly slipped down the dusty fabric and she gracefully spun on her heels. And as she did, she realised thatsheWASN’Ton her own, after all. Although a glimpse of surprise might have been noticed upon her visage and posture, which tensed up momentarily, such a look was immediately replaced by a rather soft, almostgentle, simper across her lips.
what a child was doing up at that hour, she didn’t know, but she wasn’t asking either. A few feet away from her, staring at her with an emotion she couldn’t quite grasp ( was it fear? confusion? curiosity? ),stoodRed, silent.
It would have been easier to simply vanishwithout a word; it would have been easierto write it off in the youngster’s mind as their little secret, and yet, maybe because of HOW this child had been treated his entire life, maybe because he seemed so upset by her presence, Road decided to instead approach him.
and when she was close enough to crouch in front of him, she held out to him a colorful lollipop. It was all she had on her, at the moment, so a sugary treat would have to suffice to at least ease him.
━ ❝here,❞ she said, dulcet tones soft and barely louder than a whisper. ━ ❝ do you like candy? ❞
