I'm the sheep of noah

(I’m planning to write about what happened after the Earl split into two becoming Nea and Mana from Road’s point of view. This is based off my headcanons for Road but also the select few scenes we’ve seen about the past. This is just a beta at the moment same with the title while I write out the whole story into chapters.) 

Being stuck in the unconscious plan with nothing more to do but watch from the sidelines by connecting dreamworld after dreamworld with her own, gave Road the chance to reflect on past events. Where did she go wrong in dealing with the Nea and Mana situation? Once that day finally came everything should have fallen back into place with the only change being an addition of a 14th Noah. Instead things were moving in a completely different route, worse yet it was lining up with the predictions of that ‘Allen’. How could things have gone so wrong?

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             ( ❝✕ ) – As long as he didn’t give a good reaction ( or what was considered a good reaction in her books ), or any at all, she would just leave. She didn’t seem to be the type to stick around if something didn’t entertain or benefit her. If he was dull like she was already beginning to assume he was, then she would get board of him and find the next shiny object to shatter and play around in its shards. It was all just simple logic. 

           However, that proved to be exponentially easier said than done. 

           His teeth ground together as she kept in time with his steps, chattering away as if they were old friends– though that childish, antagonistic tone was not the type of tone one would expect to hear from a friend. His pace picked up a bit, though by now he knew better than to think he could solve this issue by trying to out-walk her. His nose wrinkled up a bit in distaste. Was she implying that she was a god? That she had endless resources against him? Well, there was nothing she could do about continued silence… as long as he could keep silent. 

           Her statement about tame pets nearly ripped another growl out of his throat, and it earned a harsh glared from the corner of his eyes down at her. Mentally, he kicked himself. Giving her attention of any sort was the exact opposite of what he ought to do, even if that attention promised nothing but a world of hurt. And then came the sound of his name on her wretched tongue.

           “Don’t call me that,” he snarled, not bothering to clarify if he meant his name or the word ‘pet’. Both grated on his nerves easily enough, but one made it sound as though she was trying to tear away any personal meaning to it just by saying it. “You don’t get to call me that. We’ve been over this. Go play your games somewhere else. I don’t care how I come off to you. I’m not your damn pet either. You’re fucking delusional.” His eyes narrowed when he fixed his gaze forward again. “I’m not anyone’s damn pet. There’s no collar around my throat, and there will never be one.”

“You always fall for the same hook, line, and sinker every time, huh? So now that you’re caught, why not just put up a good fight of tug-of-war.” Before you’re dragged out of your comfort zone and into my territory once again, she thought. There was no need for her to tell him that part since he had experienced firsthand what was to come now that the match was set to begin. The more they struggle against their fate, the better the look of defeat on their face later.

“What else am I supposed to call you, you’re full name is far too long.” A weak attempt of a pout flashed on her face before returning back to your sly grin. She switched over to skipping and keeping pace with him having gotten bored with pretending to be his shadow. The statement of being delusional only made her chuckle, “you know me so well.” It was a fine compliment that went well with who she was and what she was capable of doing. “Afterall, I wouldn’t be so capable if I wasn’t.” Picking up the pace of her skips until she pulled ahead of him.

“There’s a simple answer to that statement, it’s cause you're still feral and just need the proper training to whip you into shape. Lucky, I happen to have the skills to under take this difficult task before us.” Their little chat gave her the time needed to create a dream world for this training session to take place. The scenery was based off the city Paris with the gas lamps for light but lacking the horse carriages normally in the roads. There was even a nice sized park to her left that appears to continue on through the fog that came up to her knees. It created a nice hazy effect with the light coming off the gas lamps. The small details really made the atmosphere come to life and set the mood for the game.

    A  crooked  sense  of  humor  within  this  child  is  enough  to  keep  her  INTERESTED,  if  such  a  thing  could  be  found  harbored  within  her  distaste  of  CHILDREN.  Oh,  but  how  some  could  be  cruel—  she  wonders  if  this  little  purple-haired  brat  was  just  THAT,  for  there  is  a  glint  in  her  eyes  usually  not  found  in  others  who  radiate  INNOCENCE. 

                                    How  it  never  fails  to  make  her  sick.

    An  ARROGANCE  displayed  before  her  which  tempts  her  to  beckon  girl  into  maw  in  order  to  CRUSH  it  in  horrendous  ferality——  yet  all  that  is  shown  in  closeness  is  the  hand  that  SNAPS  OUT  to  take  fragile-looking  structure  of  face  into  hold,  nails  BITING  into  pale  skin  with  a  wicked  smirk  on  her  lips.  She  never  liked  people  with  loud  mouths.  This  GIRL  is  no  exception.  Rising  from  her  seat,  she  hovers  closer,  holding  face  tightly.

                   ❛  Go  play  with  your  little  dolls,  burn  ants   &   crush  roaches  underfoot,  petite                       fille.  Your  mind  is  too  WILD,  use  it  for  something  better  than  wasting  my                       time  believing  to  be  my  ‘pal.’  Both  you   &   I  know  that  we  do  not  consider                       each  other  as  such.  ❜

    She  releases  her  face,  nearly  SHOVING  her  back  as  other  hand  waves  fingers  lightly.        ❛  Unless  you  have  an  ACTUAL  reason  to  be  here  aside  from  being  annoying,  then  leave.  I  have  better  things  to  attend  to  than  entertain  a  BRAT. ❜

She didn’t resist the push instead choosing to fall back with it, landing on the floor and remaining there. On a scale of one to ten, her display of intimidation would be a solid eight if only she had some background information on Road to threaten her family or have something as leverage for the ten. Most adults would just point their finger and yell at Road to leave as though she’s just a kid who doesn’t know what she’s saying. Yet here was someone calling her out on her lies while threatening her at the same time.   

Rising up and smoothing out her skirt before turning as if to leave she spoke to the door. “Why do you think I’m here right now? The nature of a kid never goes away as they become adults, they just replace those toys with better toys that don’t require one’s imagination. Unfortunately there’s a limit to how much any toy can take before they just crumble away under the ‘wild’ antics of ‘kids’.”  

A step was taken but instead heading toward the door she used the motion to pivot back toward the woman wearing a neutral expression on her face. “It’s easier to say pals than acquaintances and I never said I wanted the standard definition of pals. Can you even imagine us becoming girlfriends who do each other’s nails and hair?” The thought made her giggle a bit with a sly grin resting on her face.

Tyki: You thought that was easy?

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