It's always important to be the best version of yourself. I've come to realize that in order to do so I have to practice my skills whether they be natural or an acquired taste.
He's strict with every movement, keeping a consistent stroke with a concentrated stride. All the while his enchanting caramel eyes remained steady as his pulsating hands tightly clutched the bouncing ankles of his latest muse, keeping them apart as he held back a practiced grunt, which was specifically timed with the right amount of exaggeration to prove that he was every bit as involved with the altercation as his partner.
"I'm going to....oh yeah!" He's cordial by instinct, complimenting his volunteer whilst relinquishing his grip on reddened ankles.
"Thank you, kindly." Noah placed his knees on top of the bed, crawling across the exasperated plaything as a means of reaching the mirror that was strategically hanging above his maple wood bed frame.
"You can go now." He nonchalantly murmured as he comfortably sat on the stomach of his chosen partner.
"I have to get home. I have to cook dinner for my son." The Gothic Prince smiled an honest smile, winking as he fell onto his partner's side, folding his hands behind his back as he peered upward at the collage of pictures glued to the main bedroom ceiling.
Pictures of Kurt, Satomi, Troy, Clarice, Amaranth, Ivana, and many others connected only through his affinity for their company and his individualistic affection toward them. In a way he craved for respect, love from some, but most of all the pictures were his attempt at piecing together his life, because for all intents and purposes.....Noah still didn't have the closure he sought out. He still wasn't sure who he really was and certain nights through mornings he'd take a lover to this bedroom and practice the only exercise he was ever fantastic at, hoping beyond hope it'd unlock something noteworthy.
"F*CKING MUTIES!"Noah strangely awoke from his trance like state, this time without much effort, sprouting upward and finding his way to the nearest window, sweat slipping down his bare Olympic swimmer frame as he peered outward and witnessed the bloody yet seemingly artistic atrocity committed by a familiar face (@strigidae_23).
"That's no way to fix the political climate, Ivana." He murmured as he carelessly hopped over dead bodies with tightly tied True Flight Jordan's toward the proverbial femme fatale, he was unaware as to how he was clothed in black slim fit jeans, topped by an off white and blue stripped button up, but most of all he was unaware as to how he even got there.
Nonetheless, with his signature adamantium dagger in hand the bright eyed vigilante, albeit former, waved his weapon as a strange good evening as he adjusted his meticulously shaven comb over.
"Killing humans is only going to make our cause worse and I'm tired of losing. We need to do something that'll turn the news around." They hadn't conversed in some time , quite frankly he wasn't sure she remembered, sometimes he didn't even remember himself, but the time for outlandish bloodshed had run its' course and he hoped she understood that.
"Amaranth wouldn't want this. He would take change by the throat and make it swallow. So, tell me. What's happening? Ivana, I know this is sudden but I need you to tell me what you know and maybe we can do something about it, because I'm tired of seeing people die. I can't even wake up anymore without seeing red. Please, I'm tired of seeing her win." The mafia prince unintentionally referenced Clarice as he urged the strigidae on.
"Ivana." Noah muttered, losing his patience as he tried his earnest to do something remotely heroic.
"Talk to me." He urgently continued, but as he waited he became slightly amused by the lifeless bodies, cracking up a bit as he considered them to be a decoration for what appeared to be a traditional Gothic City purge that happened a few times a year.
"Talk...to....me." He covered his mouth, holding back a panicked laugh as he twirled his dagger in front of his face, distracting himself from this strange reality as he awaited to hear the voice of one of his childhood inspirations.
Look at these bum ass, broke ass, I look better than your ass hoes. While I'm having an existential crisis y'all dragging my name in the dirt. I should sue y'all for such blasphemous slander. The nerve of these hoes. Don't pay close attention to your workers and this is what happens. UH UH.