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Honestly, Noelle was lost. She knew the streets of downtown Mythril by heart but rarely ventured up to Hawker’s Row without someone with her to guide her along. And it just so happened that today, of all days, her roommate just had to disappear. She assumed the girl had just seen someone and slipped off while Noelle was distracted by trying to drown out the sounds of the busy place and then the demigod had continued walking. And kept walking. And walked some more until the noises weren’t assaulting her senses anymore.
And it was then that she realized she was lost on the streets of Keystone.
// tag kester grayson
// words 107
// notes wtf this is so short i suck sorry
watching life pass him by is something of a hobby, after a point. it is all that he is good at, aside from his main task of finding the next victim of his wizard's triumphs. he notices the little things; there's a woman who walks with her arm protectively wrapped around the shoulders of her younger daughter, a man who holds his lover's hand so tight that his knuckles are white. kester finds them curious.
he notices the girl with a red tipped cane immediately, as most would notice the shock of difference to their world. he watches her curiously, some maternal instinct reaching up from within and gripping at his incessant need to watch over the general population. he simply wants to ensure that she is okay, but he is not sure how to approach the situation without imposing.
but he approaches anyway.
"to your left." for fear of startling her, kester announces himself and gives her a general understanding of where he is in relation to her. "you look lost." he understands that the comment alone is not enough to cause reason to reach out. "is there anything i can do to help?" he figures that traditional directions would not be as efficient for this woman, as they are typically based around sight.
&noelle bell. here u go.
There were footsteps all around her. A woman in heels. A man with a limp he tried to cover up. Young children following their parents back into their home. And there were other sounds too. Someone coughing, someone laughing, someone slurping obnoxiously through a straw for the last bits of a drink that was already gone. Her own breathing was grating on her ears, a panicked wheeze making it harsher. The sensory overload of all the sounds caused the flesh on her arms to raise and Noelle shivered.
Had it been this cold just a moment before?
She could take care of herself, the demigod knew this, but her roommate was gone and Noelle was still only a human. Well, at least she was emotionally. Her fingers grasp her cane more tightly, the knuckles whitening with how much force she is exerting. Frost begins to crawl down it, spreading from her hand, and phantom drips of drool splash onto her face, her neck-
"To your left," someone says, a man, and even if his intention was to make sure Noelle wasn't startled, she flinches anyways. He tells her she looks lost and, unable to muster up any words, Noelle nods silently, strands of hair falling into her face.
"Ah," she begins, pausing and frowning as her voice is rough and her throat is thick with the aftermath of panic still. The demigod clears her throat and starts again. "My... roommate. I got separated from her somehow. We were at Hawker's Row. I must not have realized she stopped somewhere."
// tag kester grayson
// words 259
// notes hi
the girl flinches and his heart clenches, sympathetically pulling at the strings as he waits for her to speak. he remembers a boy who would flinch in the same manner, any time a sword or hand would raise in opposition of him. he remembers training the boy to flinch no longer; it is not the action to fear, but the man behind it. he wonders if it is the lack of sight alone that causes noelle to flinch or something in addition.
regardless, his focus is on assisting her. ”what does your roommate look like?” he figures a second pair of eyes could help in finding her roommate again. kester imagines the woman meant to be escorting noelle is scared stiff by her missing partner. ”or maybe the two of you have a place that you meet up at when you get separated? a cafe or something?”
”would you like me to escort you?” he thinks his words over, and then rephrases, ”help you?”
Her hand tightens on her cane and relaxes in steady intervals, helping to subside the drowning feeling. His voice helps as well, soothing. She can tell he just wants to help and that knowledge washes over her, cleaning up the tar rising in her throat.
"She, she has um. Long black hair. Blue eyes. She told me she was wearing a purple shirt today, and the fabric of her pants felt like- like jeans, I think?" Noelle pauses, lets the freezing cold fade away with the warmth of the sun, the warmth of the kindness she is being shown. She licks her lips, squeezes her cane once more, and continues. "Phone number... I know her phone number, if that's okay? If it's a thing we can do, I know not everyone h-has one-" she shivers and takes a shuddering breath, having been speaking too fast.
"I'm sorry. This hasn't happened in a while. I left my phone at home today, I wasn't, um. Expecting this, obviously, and its usually too loud there to properly use it the way I have to." Noelle spits out a small laugh, a bitter and afraid sound that ruins the idea of the action. "If we can, I should call her. If... if that isn't an option, maybe the police station? I should be able to call her there."
// tag kester grayson
// words 224
// notes idk man