Noah Nichols

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“Asking your sister how you look as a character who made out with his sister? Not a good look, Noah.” Kiera replies shaking her head at least they were far from being twins. “You know I don’t do nerd.” She pushes her glass away from her, “They would do far better just letting you bite the bullet, what the hell is the point in stressing and one day snapping killing the wrong person? You’re all being fucking annoying, you whining about it and them fussing like old hens.”

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Noah looked over himself then back to his sister. “Good point... besides even if you wasn’t me sister, I wouldn’t hit on you... I knw what happens to guys who attempt it..” he teased. “I don’t either... this was one of the first costumes that came up when I looked for 80′s costumes..” he admitted. “You try telling them that, Kiera... this is why you’re my favourite... sometimes... you talk the most sense.”

Nic was playful to shake his head, making a tutting sound as he finished the rest of his drink, “and what the hell are you supposed to be? cus kid, you’re gonna need a little more than ‘the force’, on your side if you’ve got a hope in hell of getting laid in that.” His taunt was a classic brotherly response as his hand clamped down against the other’s shoulder, “i’m not gonna say no to a drink now, am I?”

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“Luke skywalker..” he retorted to his brother. “I wasn’t actually around for the 80′s like you were old man so I have to improvise on what I know..” he teased. “besides in a room with all of my siblings and their family, my chances of getting laid are likely zero... especially with nico being a big cock block..” he teased to his brother. “I didn’t think you would,.”

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“No, I just don’t want to help with the cleanup,” Hope shot back, sliding out of her seat with a nod.  “Yeah, we can do that - let’s just take the back stairs rather than walk all the way back through the party, yeah?”  She gestured in their direction, waiting for him to start walking before she joined him.  “It is a lot of synth for one night, you’re not wrong.”  That night had been a while ago, but it had been good.  “Maybe when you’re done your cigarette.”

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Noah chuckled a little. “That sounds like a good idea... your aunt sure likes a full party..” Noah admitted with the amount in the other room. He soon moved past her. “It really is... how did this music always stay so popular..” he teased to the female. He moved forward and down the stairs until their were out in the gardens where he could finally light up his cigarette. “Perhaps we can.. but I’m sure I would have a load of eyes on me if I danced with you..” he teased.

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At the sight of the cigarette Hope gestured with one hand, pulling it away from him and onto the counter, where she swept it up and held it out tauntingly.  “If you light a cigarette in the manor after all the renovations that Aunt Bex has done, she will end you in ways I don’t even have the words to describe.  So please don’t, for both of our sakes.  And for the record I didn’t say you weren’t welcome around me, I said the kitchen was off limits,” Hope rolled her eyes playfully.  “I figured you’d be out there where the music’s good and loud.”

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Noah watched the female take the cigarette and chuckled at her words. “Oh so you’re looking out for me, how kind.” he teased. “Fine I won’t light it here... in which case do you want to join me in the garden? that way I’m not in the kitchen or lighting up in the house.” he questioned. “The music is good and loud...but sometimes the techno pop vibes are overwhelming..” he teased. “I’m still holding out for another dance, since the last time we spent the whole night dancing.” he chuckled.

“I mean, they only get the kids after they’ve triggered. So….. not super surprising.” she offered, knowing it was of absolutely no help. “Still sucks though. You know I know what it’s like. I mean, I literally ended up like my dad. You know, without the whole curse thing.”

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“I guess so... but you would still think that they would have some sort of help or ideas....” he admitted. Sighing at her words, Noah watched her, “Aves... thats what I’m trying to avoid... being like your pops... you had it easier without the curse...but everyone keeps on about how taking a life lives with you..” he admitted

Nic’s brow creased within concern as he began to push his empty glass around the table, “yeah? You sure drinking’s such a good idea in that case kid?” The wolf ran his thumb against his brow, clearing his throat as he did so. “Look” he began, releasing a harsh sigh as he did so, “I’m trying out a thing – a sort of, boxing thing.” He hesitated, unsure as to whether this was really going to be the most appropriate avenue to explore with his volatile baby brother, but he was confident that he would take all the necessary precautions to ensure that nothing went wrong. “It might just be a way of getting rid of some of that anger without actually being able to really hurt anyone.” He would await for the other’s reaction before continuing any more on that subject. “Yeah, and look how well that turned out for us, Noah.” If it would have been Nic’s preference, he wouldn’t have triggered at all. He made a terrible judgment call, which resulted on blood on his hands and if not for the union between Jackson and Hayley meaning that he didn’t have to turn each full moon, he wasn’t sure how much of that he would have honestly been able to take. Nic opted to lower his voice, anticipating prying ears as he murmured, “I would do anything, to keep you from having to go through that first transformation, Noah. In my opinion, not worth it brother. Not if we can find a way to get a handle on your anger instead.”

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Noah watched him. “Like I say... its not an issue if I’m passed out from alcohol..” he stated. Leaning into the table, he raised a brow at the males suggestion. “That sounds like an idea to explore though Nic... I mean If they are supernatural too... I wouldn’t even trigger...” he admitted. Noah sighed a little and shook his head. “You think I haven’t heard about that first transformation... or we didn’t sneak out to see it... but doing that once, must be better than having this anger problem all the time... and not being able to get close to anyone incase you hurt them...” he questioned his older brother.

Camila gave a small nod of her head, the motion barely there but detectable as she did so. She had certainly had her reservations of indulging in the rumours, but it had continued to wear away at her until she was left with no other options than to explore them. “I had to find out for myself.” The brunette reached for Noah’s arm and placed her hand around his wrist as she attempted to comfort him, “it’s not something that goes away overnight Noah. It’s taken me years to get control over my anger and even then, I’m not completely ahead of it.”

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Noah was paused for a moment as he took in the idea that his surrogate brother was back from the dead. “I bet... I would have to too.. but I haven’t really kept so much in the supernatural world other than the wolf side..” Noah admitted. As the female placed her hand on him, he sighed. “I know... but it’s been so long now... it feels like I’ve lived longer with this anger than without.” Noah stated.

she nodded. “well i guess that’s good since it wasn’t meant as an insult,” she laughed, trying to be slightly witty. though she wasn’t sure she was good at it. “oh yeah? so you ride a bike?” she asked, definitely interested in what he was saying. she was such a sucker for motor vehicles. “nice to meet you too, noah.” 

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Noah chuckled a little watching her. “I’m glad to know that.. because i didn’t take it as such..” he stated. “Oh yeah... a lovely bike... two pedals, and goes a max of 20 miles per hour down hill..” he teased. “I’m just kidding. I have a victory 1731cc...” he admitted to the female. Noah watched her for a moment. “Drink?” he questioned with a smile.

Noah watched the female and shook his head at her statement. "You know, Ave.... you can protect yourself, but you don't need to do all this frigging fighting alone all the time... that's the whole idea of a pack... and whether that's a crescent pack, or the family pack... we're there to help you... even if you don't always want it." Noah stated.

Camila hesitated, rolling her scarlet lips together before responding in a hushed tone “that there’s a chance my dead brother, might not be so dead anymore.” The brunette rose her finger, placing it between the pair as she continued, “and before you tell me its crazy, I just had to know for myself.” What with being an untriggered wolf herself, Camila knew exactly what it was that Noah was referring to and whilst she had struggled with anger impulses, over time she had actually learned how to begin controlling them. “Are things still bad for you?”

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Noah turned at the females words and frowned a little. “Jasper?” he questioned. The death of the other’s brother had hit Noah. the older male grew up with them and trained noah so much that it was impossible to be close with him. “Cam... everything in our life is crazy... but if thats true...” he paused. “Then its worth the trip.” Noah admitted. Sighing at the next words, Noah nodded. “Yep... just seemed to get worse rather than better.”

Nic offered a soft sigh, nodding in gratitude to the bartender as he brought over the drinks before disappearing. “Since a few days ago, brother. Come on, I didn’t mention it to you?” The wolf winced slightly within thought, wracking his brains as to whether he actually had sent his brother an update via text, but he was sure he had. “Dad wouldn’t know a good whiskey if it slapped him in the face” he teased, swirling his beverage around in its tumbler, “but this shit, it’ll put hairs on your chest.” As the conversation shifted to more serious tones, Nic knocked back his drink and placed the glass back onto the countertop with a little more force than intended, before turning to face his brother. “You can and you have to. The alternative is living with the consequences of your actions, Noah.”

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Noah watched his brother and shrugged a little. “Probably... my heads been such a mess lately I haven’t really remembered anything..” Looking to the whiskey, he picked up the glass and within a second the amber liquid had disappeared in a single gulp. “Anything is fine for me... takes my mind off the anger...when I’m passed out at least..” he pointed out. The other’s glass hitting the surface and the males body turning, he watched the older blonde and sighed a little at the males words. “Well you and dad have done it... all the other wolves had, it cant be as bad as this feeling of wanting to riper every single person’s head from the body..” Noah stated.