When the earth turned slowly -- [Noa]

[Kiaxi Snowe]

She knew it was bound to happen, her son was curious and not to mention quite bright that it was only a matter of time before he’d get fed up with her always brushing off his questions on the subject. Kiaxi tried to keep who they were a secret in the hopes that her son would grow up to lead a happy and normal life. Did she feel bad about lying to Noa? Of course she did, but it couldn’t be helped!

Running a hand through her dark locks, Kiaxi let out a sigh as they arrived home from their latest and most disastrous vacation. What terrible luck she must’ve had, they’d run into a young man that Noa had played with 35 years ago and now…now there was no way that she could avoid the inevitable questions that he’d surely have for her.

“Home at last.” She mused as she stepped across the threshold. Their home, a secluded cabin located far from the hubbub of the busy city, was a cozy little place decorated in dark purples, golds, and reds which gave the interior an almost regal feel to it. It was immaculately clean, everything had its own place and there was not a speck of dust to be found. But really, what else did she have to do with her time? She spent nearly all of it with her son, but whenever he felt the need to be alone she’d find something around the house to occupy herself with.

“You hungry? Want me to make you something?” She hoped that the change of the subject would distract him from the obvious thoughts that were now plaguing his mind, though she knew how unlikely that was to happen.

[[it's short XD! And, um, I suck at started so blehh >.>]]

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[Noa Kole Snowe]

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[Kiaxi Snowe]

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[atrb=style, background: #F7D8C1; padding: 8px; border-top: 3px solid #525657; border-bottom: 3px solid #525657; opacity: 0.6][style=height: 300px; overflow: auto; font: 11px Tahoma; padding-right: 10px; text-align: justify; color: 393939]She bit her lip, folding her arms over her chest while she attempted to come up with a decent excuse or lie to tell him, anything to appease her angry son without actually having to tell him the truth. This wasn’t the way she wanted to live, however—lying each and every day to the only person that mattered to her in this universe—but it was how things had to be. She was afraid that if he knew that truth then he’d think differently of her, himself, and this whole life that she had created for them and worked so hard to protect. Kiaxi should have known that he wouldn’t easily be swayed by the mention of food. There was no alternative to this conversation, no way out for her, he had her cornered—trapped. “What’s wrong with the life we have? What if I tell you something you don’t particularly like? I will not let something silly like that ruin what I’ve worked so hard to build for us. Noa you’re just going to have to trust me when I say that you’re better off not knowing.” Her voice rose towards the end, a way to let him know that she was going to stick by what she had said and wouldn’t easily be influenced by her son’s insatiable curiosity to know the truth behind his existence. He was stubborn, but then again so was she. Part of her felt a little guilty for raising her voice at him, it wasn’t often that he did something to warrant such a reaction from her. He’d always been such a well-behaved child, something she’d always been grateful for. But keeping such a big secret from him…well, it made her feel like a terrible mother. [/style]

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[atrb=style, background: #F7D8C1; padding: 8px; border-top: 3px solid #525657; border-bottom: 3px solid #525657; opacity: 0.6][style=height: 300px; width: 80px; overflow: auto; font: 11px Tahoma; padding-right: 10px; text-align: justify; color: 393939]WORDS 473 TAGS Noaaa MUSE This new taylor Swift song <3 NOTES I'm hungry D:[/style]

[atrb=style, background: #F7D8C1; padding: 8px; border-top: 3px solid #525657; border-bottom: 3px solid #525657; opacity: 0.6][style=height: 300px; overflow: auto; font: 11px Tahoma; padding-right: 10px; text-align: justify; color: 393939]Even with an incomplete heart, the anger that her son exuded still pained her—it was hard to put into words the way she felt due to the fact that her emotions were often difficult to interpret, even for herself. Though, of course, her son didn’t know that—there was a lot that he didn’t know and it was becoming increasingly difficult to keep it all from him. He had the body of a teenager but had been alive for a roughly 56 years and as such had a rather mature mentality; he was an exceedingly bright boy. ” How can I keep trusting you if all you've ever done is lie to me?" Ouch. She felt her chest physically ache after that one. Kiaxi was stuck between a rock and a hard place—on one hand he could quite possibly not be happy with knowing the truth, but on the other hand he could end up resenting her for not revealing the truth about everything to him. She wasn’t sure which of the two sounded worse but regardless she knew that he’d be upset with her either way so she’d need to choose the option that would hurt the both of them the least. The pain she felt prior was nothing compared to what she felt now that Noa had brought up his father—the subject in their home had been a rather taboo one. Neither of them hardly ever spoke of Zachary, it brought up too many memories…and it just hurt so bad to remember. She knew that, technically, she wasn’t supposed to feel any sort of emotion at all but Zachary had helped her, guided her along the path to becoming whole again and it was because of him that she was able to feel far more than the average Nobody. She had taken his death rather hard, even going so far as to completely give up on her quest to becoming a Somebody again. What was the point now that the one what she loved was no longer around? Though she also had another reason for remaining what she was—Noa would probably go on to live an eternity because of the Nobody within him and she wanted to make sure that she was around for as long as he needed her, that had also been a deciding factor on the matter. “Enough.” Her teeth ground against each other as she tried to contain all the pseudo-emotions that were bombarding her at that moment, “If your father was still alive do you honestly think it’d be just the two of us living here? I would have never willingly left your father, he was all I had until you came along.” And even after all this time, it still hurts to know that he won’t be coming home to me…. [/style]

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[atrb=style, background: #F7D8C1; padding: 8px; border-top: 3px solid #525657; border-bottom: 3px solid #525657; opacity: 0.6][style=height: 300px; width: 80px; overflow: auto; font: 11px Tahoma; padding-right: 10px; text-align: justify; color: 393939]WORDS 379 TAGS Noaaa MUSE This new taylor Swift song <3 NOTES I'm hungry D:[/style]

[atrb=style, background: #F7D8C1; padding: 8px; border-top: 3px solid #525657; border-bottom: 3px solid #525657; opacity: 0.6][style=height: 300px; overflow: auto; font: 11px Tahoma; padding-right: 10px; text-align: justify; color: 393939]The urge to just get up, summon a dark portal and just leave had never been so strong as it was at this precise moment. Kiaxi had never felt so frustrated with her son before—they were incredibly close, they’re bond was stronger than most mothers’ with their children, but that was because they had had several decades to strengthen their bond. But right now all she wanted was to run away from him, not forever, she would never do that—but just for a few hours to calm down and collect her thoughts. But no, that would have been a rather cowardly thing to do and she didn’t want to appear weak…but she couldn’t ignore the fact that Noa had known exactly what to say to hurt her the most. In a sudden burst of anger she found herself taking a step towards her son,“No! You take back everything you’ve just said about your father! He was the bravest man I ever knew! If he didn’t love me then he would have never gone out of his way to help me all those years ago! He would have never sacrificed himself for our safety, to ensure that you and I were safe and sound back home! How dare you say those things about Zachary.” She didn’t know what had come over her but as soon as it had it was gone in a flash, leaving her feeling drained and out of breath. And now Noa was crying and she just wanted to rush forward and scoop him up in her arms, apologizing for yelling and promising to never do it again all the while stroking his hair and holding him tightly against her. But, she refrained from doing so for fear that he wouldn’t appreciate the contact—he was still angry with her, after all and likely would want his space. Her eyes prickled, burning with tears that she would never shed—yes she felt angry and upset but…since she wasn’t a whole being they were only shadows, memories of those particular feelings and therefore weren’t actually strong enough to produce emotions strong enough to express—with the exception of the blind rage she’d just experienced, but even that was a rare occurrence for her. “N-Noa, I’m sorry…” [/style]

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