Black Noir

Here.

- @noirunhallowedbrain

(ooc: sorry I'm late. I get invited to a wedding as a plus 1)

After a rather busy day—and having shed everything associated with his public life as an overseer of the Church of Homelander—he finally made it to his private apartment. It was a place far removed from the public eye where he could truly unwind; he had even taken the trouble to shop for the ingredients for dinner. His home wasn't excessively large; it was modest but comfortable.

Anticipating his long-awaited visitor, Aaron busied himself tidying and cleaning the apartment. He only received guests there when he truly wanted to get away from it all, so the place sometimes suffered from neglect.

After putting everything in order and preparing ravioli for dinner, he freshened up. He didn't go for anything elaborate like his hero suit—just something a bit more casual and relaxed.

He sat waiting on the sofa until a notification popped up on his phone from a number he knew well.

The message was short but precise. It got straight to the point.

He smiled and rose from his seat to open the door and welcome his guest.

(OOC): Ohh don't worry about that!! I'm traveling too and it might take me a while to reply. But everything's fine uwu

That wasn't the only thing he was contemplating while laying on a rooftop. Dinner. He knew he could eat in front of certain people, but did Aaron count under those people. Then again, would his face ruin the dinner for him. The uncertainty twisted in his stomach like a knife.

His nerves on fire as he watched the time tick by. Then it was time. Time to truly decide if he was really going to eat dinner with Aaron, he worried about ruining his impression of him. The twisting accompanied by the thumping of his heart against his ribs as he made his way down. His thumbs typing on the message thread with Aaron and the swoosh of a sent message. Noir stood outside the door until it opened.

Black Noir, in his full suit, stiffly presented in front of the host for tonight. His hands at his sides as he still felt his nerves make his hands twitch lightly. Thankfully he calmed them by moving as he was allowed inside. Taking in the sight of the small modest home.

(ooc: that reassuring. Also be safe traveling.🫶🏼)

Without saying anything, but in a comfortable silence, he let Noir into his house and then closed the door behind him.

Hey... Didn't I keep you waiting too long? I didn't want to be a bad host, and sorry if things look a little messy. I tidied up in a bit of a hurry.

A little nervously, he smoothed the curls of his short hair and went to the kitchen, where he took two glasses and poured water into one.

I don't know if you'd like anything else to drink. I have red wine, beer, and some juices.

He said from the kitchen as he poured water into both glasses.

Clearly from the smell in the kitchen, tonight's meal was made with care. The house smelt of the cooking which gave it more warmth than the touches of Aaron sprinkled in the home. Clearly coming here was better than going to Noir's place.

Earving wasn't going to push for something else. It was best to do water as it allowed him to drink better through the mask. So he shook and slowly approached Aaron. He gently took the glass, grazing his hand with his own. Taking the glass so lightly that his touch was like a feather. Earving then putting the glass to his mask letting it go through the fabric, wetting it just enough around his lips. He was completely nervous in front of him. Even as he acted so chill.

Noir then grabbed his phone to type. Message written:

"Well... I don't know how big a pasta fan you are, but anyway..."

Aaron opened the pan where a batch of small, yellowish squares were covered in white sauce.

"I made ravioli, and I wasn't sure if you preferred meat or vegetables, so I made a bit of both... which would you like?"

Noir gestured briefly to say he wanted vegetables. A small V was made in the air, in hopes that Aaron would get it. That way he didn't have to pull his phone out. Plus Noir believed that most people he worked with didn't know sign language. Which made him stick to the messages, writing, and small gestures that felt universal.

When Noir made a V sign, Aaron quickly understood that his guest preferred vegetables to meat.

"Alright, if you'd like, take a seat at the table while I serve."

Aaron felt comfortable having Noir in his home; he felt a certain warmth and ease in the company of this quiet superhuman.

Aaron served the ravioli on two plates. Vegetarian for Noir and a mix of both for himself.

"Have you seen anything interesting in my little house? I know it's not very big, but it's my little corner when I want my own space."

Noir didn't wish to speak on it or more have it be addressed. He needed to work through the possibility of being kicked out for how he looked. His mind still stuck in the past and the fact that Soldier Boy, the other day, had fucked with him a little. Drawing up memories of the past and how he has lived behind this mask for most of his life.

Aaron's question snapped Earving back into focus. Anything that seemed interesting? He didn't know what to say. Was it interesting that Aaron had a small home? Not the most eloquent thing to talk about. Possibly the few photos scattered around or the overall feeling of warmth of the place? Earving could say so much and so little, but he simply typed out a response.

It is nice. Warm. Home.

Simple statements and yet for Noir, it meant so much more.

"I'm so glad you feel comfortable here, and I hope you like the food too. It's been a while since I've had anyone over, and I'm happy you accepted."

Aaron finished tidying up a few things in the kitchen and sat down across from Noir. He noticed Noir looked a little tense, so he smiled at him kindly.

"Hey, you can relax. If anything makes you uncomfortable or bothers you, please tell me, okay?"

The last thing he wanted was for the other superhero to feel uncomfortable around him.

Aaron clasped his hands, bowed his head slightly, and closed his eyes for a quick prayer. When he turned to look at Noir, he coughed a little sheepishly.

"Sorry about that. I'm still trying to break the habit of saying a prayer before meals, but it's hard to do something you've been doing for years."

His thinking was a bit short lived as he heard the quiet mumble before the apology. Aaron was apologizing for a habit he grew into. Earving was curious as he wasn't as religious now, but knew those who pray usually believed it. So he typed out a question.

Didn't you pray before what you do now?

It's... It's kind of complicated. I mean... Going to church, praying, and being devoted to my beliefs is something I've always loved, but... Well... Now it's difficult because what I believed before now clashes with what I'm supposed to believe.

He felt he was saying too much and, wanting to banish the bitter thoughts that were creeping into his mind, he took a sip from his glass, the liquid easing the lump that was forming in his throat.

Sorry, it's quite a clash of beliefs that, at least for me, is difficult to manage.

Aaron noticed that Noir still looked a little tense, which worried Aaron.

Thankfully he wasn't the only one tensed or on edge due to personal information. Unfortunately Noir was the only one who still looked stiff and ridged even after some relief. The false realization had Earving shaking his hand and even trying to wave his hands in a way that screamed to not blame the conversation. There was fear and nerves playing in this game of what to say and what to do. Juggling too many balls at the level of an amateur. Each one fell to the ground until one was left. Earving needs to do something or at least say something.

Message written: I understand you. Distraught in being you. I want to eat. I don't know how you feel. Face is not normal.

Noir's typing was choppy just like always, but had a tiny bit of frantic speed to it.

I don't want to scare you. I'm enjoying this.

He had to be honest, he was curious to know what Noir looked like under the mask, but he also didn't want to make the other man uncomfortable.

After reading Noir's message, Aaron hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should get a little more intimate with him. He wasn't entirely sure, but perhaps a small demonstration that Noir could feel safe around him would be helpful.

A little apprehensive, he reached out and touched Noir's tense wrist in a small gesture of reassurance, then said,

"I'm really enjoying this too, and to be honest, I don't think I'm scared. But if it makes you feel more comfortable if I don't see anything, I can just keep an eye on my plate the whole time, and you can let me know when you're finished."

Instead of giving an answer the way he would, he simply lifted his free hand up slowly. There was some hesitation with his action as his hand froze halfway to his mask. That didn't stop him though. His hand continued the way up and took the fabric out from his collar and rolled it up slowly. The faint scarring on his neck grew until his jaw, it looked like a wild fire as he rolled the fabric past his crooked lips and over his burned scar nose. The protective part with the visor tilted up slightly as he tucked the fabric under to hold. Noir was frozen and still tense as he waited for what Aaron would react.

It wasn't like his leader, Homelander, or his leader's father, Soldier Boy, who usually described the scar as "disgusting" or, at best, "strange." What was so great about those comments? Aaron wasn't sure. Perhaps it might shock someone the first time, but he didn't find it unpleasant at all.

Aaron smiled kindly and genuinely, revealing the decoration on one of his fangs, and removed his hand from Noir's wrist.

"Then let's eat. Enjoy your meal, Noir."

He preferred not to comment further. He was afraid that any words that came out of his mouth would end up making Noir uncomfortable. He tried to choose his words as carefully as possible.

Would you like me to put on some background music? I think I have a Michael Jackson playlist on right now.

The question was thrown out there so that the atmosphere would be comfortable for both of them and so that they wouldn't be in complete silence while they ate.

Earving took up a fork and began to cut up the ravioli into smaller bites. That is the only issue Earving has found after the incident. He can't open his mouth all the way without a straining pain. So he eats things in small bites. He brought up the fork and blew softly on the warm ravioli. Noir ate the bite before humming to Aaron's question.

Noir typed out a message:

This is great. Music is good.

He truly felt comfortable in this moment. Aaron is making him comfortable and truly welcomed here.

"I love this song," he said. "I think it's definitely my favorite on the whole album."

With that, he began to eat the ravioli he had so carefully prepared.

He had to eat straight to keep himself from losing the dinner. While he was chewing thoroughly through his bite, he typed out a response to the music.

Bad is my favorite song. But Thriller is my favorite album. Song amazing. Beat It also great.

Noir agreed on the part of this song being amazing. He also agreed to be a fan of Michael. Not uncommon since he was the king of pop and did a lot for the community. He could talk a lot about music, but he knew it wasn't polite to be on a device during dinner.

Once he'd managed to control his ragged breathing, he coughed to clear his throat.

"Incredible..."

He said, almost in a dry whisper. He was very impressed by Noir's voice; for some reason, he'd always imagined it as deep and heavy, but it turned out to be kinder and softer than he'd expected. He wiped the traces of tears from his face and said,

"Well... I love musical theater, and I've been listening to a lot of the songs from Heathers and Hamilton on repeat."

Aaron's laughter, along with a bit more coughing, filled the air.

"I also really like pop music, and I listen to Spanish music from time to time... What about you? Do you have any particular tastes?"

So as Aaron answered his question and tried to ask Noir a question. Earving stayed quiet. He slowly shrugs as he puts another fork full of food. His mistake due to nerves as he basically was dribbling down his chin on the left side of his mouth. He quickly scrambled for a napkin trying to clean up. He was no better than an awkward man on his first date ever.

Aaron began to apologize. He wanted to reach out and take Noir's hand, but hesitated for a moment. However, he left it close, almost touching Noir, silently letting him know that there was nothing to worry about.

I didn't mean to react that way, it's just that... Wow... You have a really soft voice, and I think it's cute...

So when he cleaned up his mouth and rested his hands on the table. He was going to try and explain. Though before he could grab his phone, he saw Aaron reaching for his hand. Noir paused and watched as Aaron's hand fell short of touching his. As he explained how his voice sounded, Noir felt himself clamp up. He hadn't been called cute...not for a very very long time. He didn't know how to react besides his hands turning into fists and then relaxing. His head turned to the side as though he was looking for a response. But he found none as he returned to look at Aaron. His relaxed hands twitched as he contemplated his next move. Would he ignore it and continue eating or would he address it?

The answer came in the form of slow actions. The hesitant slight reach before committing and his hand resting on top of Aaron's. Earving didn't settle his hand completely on top, but hovered for a moment as if trying to really determine what this might cause. Eventually he settled his gloved hand on top of Aaron's. Letting his thumb move to graze along the side of his hand and to Aaron's wrist. Acknowledging that he understood him and accepted the unnecessary apology.

When Noir finally felt comfortable enough to say he'd "got scared," Aaron could only smile kindly.

"Don't worry, actually... I think I was more scared of bothering you."

He chuckled and, after swallowing another bite of the ravioli still on his plate, said,

"How about we finish dinner and I show you my little library? Or we could watch a musical."

He waited patiently for Noir's reply. This was undoubtedly the most pleasant atmosphere I had ever been in, and I sincerely wished it would never end.

Noir's mind scrambled to make any sense of what he just thought. The cute- yes cute, man before him was admitting to being scared as well. Aaron was concerned for Earving's comfort. That alone had tied something around his heart. A fine red thread that seemed to tie to the pinky of the man across from him. So small, but clearly there in his feelings.

Noir nodded to the questions. He felt a chuckle bubble in his throat. Earving didn't know what to agree to since he wanted it all. So the most he was nodding for was finishing dinner and moving on. He began to finish his ravioli, all the while keeping his hand on Aaron's. Making this dinner feels like more than just grabbing food. This mood of the night was only getting more pleasant by the second. Nothing could possibly stop this or turn the night sour.

Once dinner was over, he unfortunately had to let go of Noir's hand and clear the dirty dishes from the table, perhaps to wash them later (if he didn't forget).

"I'll put some water on to make coffee. Would you like coffee or tea? To make the most of the hot water,"

He asked Noir politely.

He went to the kettle and filled it with enough water to make two hot drinks, in case his guest would like something hot to drink.

Noir released Aaron's hand as he picked up the plates. Clearing the table so they could move on with the time. Earving started to roll his mask down since it was scrunching up under the helmet part. He tucked the fabric into his collar before standing up from the table to stand in front of Aaron. He thought about his reply and spoke quickly before turning away to search for the library.

Tea.

Noir would love to see the bookstore, but he already said he wouldn't go out in public with Aaron for a bit. Was it a bit of a turn off on his part? Yes. But possibly this would make this more intimate. Seeing what Aaron reads and possibly get him a gift.

Here.

Besides the music playing and the dishes Aaron was cleaning and rinsing, he could faintly hear Noir's footsteps pacing around his house.

When he finished and all the dishes were resting to dry, Aaron looked around his house for Noir until he heard him murmur a soft "here," so he approached and realized that Noir had found the door.

"I see you found something interesting," he said.

He laughed. He turned to look at Noir before slowly opening the door, which revealed a room decorated like a small library.

"So, what do you think?" I know it's not the best decor ever, but I think it's cozy, haha. I don't have a degree in interior design.

Earving followed each spine to the next book. Glancing over titles that caught a bit of his curiosity. Standing out from some smaller text or blank covers of the books. His hand reached out hovering over each one as he went down the large list before him. Completely ignoring the fact that he was in Aaron's house as he touched a book that seemed to be sticking out a little further than the others. A gentle push and the book slid into place. Noir hummed before grabbing his phone to text out a message.

Message written: What genre is your favorite and author?

A simple question that probably could be figured out by staring long enough. Noir though wanted to hear it from Aaron's lips. Wanted to give his host a chance to really describe his interests.

After thinking about it for a while, he answered.

"Well... That's an excellent question. Actually, I don't really have a favorite genre; I love them all equally... But perhaps if I had to choose a specific genre, it would be science fiction, but with a touch of darkness."

Aaron sighed, remembering many of the novels, some of which are now feature films in theaters, and he marveled at the mere thought of them.

He dragged the small white couch to place it right next to the blue sofa and patted the seat, gesturing for Noir to please take a seat.

I remember when I was young, my father wouldn't let me read those kinds of books, so I had to do it behind his back. He was particularly keen on me reading Michael Crichton's hit novel, Jurassic Park.

Suddenly, he heard the kettle whine, a sure sign that the water was ready and safe to drink.

He got up from his seat and said to Noir before leaving.

"I'll go make the tea. I won't be long. Please, have a seat."

With that, he left the room and headed to the kitchen to get started on the hot drinks.

And regarding the authors, I hope I don't sound silly, but... Sometimes I don't pay attention to who the author of the book I buy is, but I like Poe's dark tales.

She said aloud from the kitchen, as she took some of her clean cups and placed chamomile tea bags with honey in each one, then carefully poured hot water into both cups.

After stirring the water with the tea bag for a while, she carried both cups into the living room and carefully placed them on the table next to the lamp.

Before Earving could ask further, the kettle sounded and Aaron was coxing Noir to take a seat. He moved away from the shelves and took a seat down on the white couch. He let his hands rest in his lap as he listened to Aaron speak. Taking in all the information he could while waiting for the tea.

It wasn't long till Aaron returned and Noir seemed to relax. Maybe it was the fact that he is on high alert 24/7 and having someone else around helped him relax. Noir looked at the tea as he was asked the same question. He thought about it as he saw the tea bags slowly soak in the water. Did he have a favorite author? He couldn't recall a time he got invested in an author since he has been around for so long.

He did have a favorite genre. He enjoyed mostly war books, historical fiction, and the occasional romance. So he would probably have to go with those, but needed to clarify with Aaron his taste.

War, history fiction, and romance. No author.

Noir took the tea and stirred it as he looked between the cup and Aaron. He then brings up his question he had earlier.

Here.

- @noirunhallowedbrain

(ooc: sorry I'm late. I get invited to a wedding as a plus 1)

After a rather busy day—and having shed everything associated with his public life as an overseer of the Church of Homelander—he finally made it to his private apartment. It was a place far removed from the public eye where he could truly unwind; he had even taken the trouble to shop for the ingredients for dinner. His home wasn't excessively large; it was modest but comfortable.

Anticipating his long-awaited visitor, Aaron busied himself tidying and cleaning the apartment. He only received guests there when he truly wanted to get away from it all, so the place sometimes suffered from neglect.

After putting everything in order and preparing ravioli for dinner, he freshened up. He didn't go for anything elaborate like his hero suit—just something a bit more casual and relaxed.

He sat waiting on the sofa until a notification popped up on his phone from a number he knew well.

The message was short but precise. It got straight to the point.

He smiled and rose from his seat to open the door and welcome his guest.

(OOC): Ohh don't worry about that!! I'm traveling too and it might take me a while to reply. But everything's fine uwu

That wasn't the only thing he was contemplating while laying on a rooftop. Dinner. He knew he could eat in front of certain people, but did Aaron count under those people. Then again, would his face ruin the dinner for him. The uncertainty twisted in his stomach like a knife.

His nerves on fire as he watched the time tick by. Then it was time. Time to truly decide if he was really going to eat dinner with Aaron, he worried about ruining his impression of him. The twisting accompanied by the thumping of his heart against his ribs as he made his way down. His thumbs typing on the message thread with Aaron and the swoosh of a sent message. Noir stood outside the door until it opened.

Black Noir, in his full suit, stiffly presented in front of the host for tonight. His hands at his sides as he still felt his nerves make his hands twitch lightly. Thankfully he calmed them by moving as he was allowed inside. Taking in the sight of the small modest home.

(ooc: that reassuring. Also be safe traveling.🫶🏼)

Without saying anything, but in a comfortable silence, he let Noir into his house and then closed the door behind him.

Hey... Didn't I keep you waiting too long? I didn't want to be a bad host, and sorry if things look a little messy. I tidied up in a bit of a hurry.

A little nervously, he smoothed the curls of his short hair and went to the kitchen, where he took two glasses and poured water into one.

I don't know if you'd like anything else to drink. I have red wine, beer, and some juices.

He said from the kitchen as he poured water into both glasses.

Clearly from the smell in the kitchen, tonight's meal was made with care. The house smelt of the cooking which gave it more warmth than the touches of Aaron sprinkled in the home. Clearly coming here was better than going to Noir's place.

Earving wasn't going to push for something else. It was best to do water as it allowed him to drink better through the mask. So he shook and slowly approached Aaron. He gently took the glass, grazing his hand with his own. Taking the glass so lightly that his touch was like a feather. Earving then putting the glass to his mask letting it go through the fabric, wetting it just enough around his lips. He was completely nervous in front of him. Even as he acted so chill.

Noir then grabbed his phone to type. Message written:

"Well... I don't know how big a pasta fan you are, but anyway..."

Aaron opened the pan where a batch of small, yellowish squares were covered in white sauce.

"I made ravioli, and I wasn't sure if you preferred meat or vegetables, so I made a bit of both... which would you like?"

Noir gestured briefly to say he wanted vegetables. A small V was made in the air, in hopes that Aaron would get it. That way he didn't have to pull his phone out. Plus Noir believed that most people he worked with didn't know sign language. Which made him stick to the messages, writing, and small gestures that felt universal.

When Noir made a V sign, Aaron quickly understood that his guest preferred vegetables to meat.

"Alright, if you'd like, take a seat at the table while I serve."

Aaron felt comfortable having Noir in his home; he felt a certain warmth and ease in the company of this quiet superhuman.

Aaron served the ravioli on two plates. Vegetarian for Noir and a mix of both for himself.

"Have you seen anything interesting in my little house? I know it's not very big, but it's my little corner when I want my own space."

Noir didn't wish to speak on it or more have it be addressed. He needed to work through the possibility of being kicked out for how he looked. His mind still stuck in the past and the fact that Soldier Boy, the other day, had fucked with him a little. Drawing up memories of the past and how he has lived behind this mask for most of his life.

Aaron's question snapped Earving back into focus. Anything that seemed interesting? He didn't know what to say. Was it interesting that Aaron had a small home? Not the most eloquent thing to talk about. Possibly the few photos scattered around or the overall feeling of warmth of the place? Earving could say so much and so little, but he simply typed out a response.

It is nice. Warm. Home.

Simple statements and yet for Noir, it meant so much more.

"I'm so glad you feel comfortable here, and I hope you like the food too. It's been a while since I've had anyone over, and I'm happy you accepted."

Aaron finished tidying up a few things in the kitchen and sat down across from Noir. He noticed Noir looked a little tense, so he smiled at him kindly.

"Hey, you can relax. If anything makes you uncomfortable or bothers you, please tell me, okay?"

The last thing he wanted was for the other superhero to feel uncomfortable around him.

Aaron clasped his hands, bowed his head slightly, and closed his eyes for a quick prayer. When he turned to look at Noir, he coughed a little sheepishly.

"Sorry about that. I'm still trying to break the habit of saying a prayer before meals, but it's hard to do something you've been doing for years."

His thinking was a bit short lived as he heard the quiet mumble before the apology. Aaron was apologizing for a habit he grew into. Earving was curious as he wasn't as religious now, but knew those who pray usually believed it. So he typed out a question.

Didn't you pray before what you do now?

It's... It's kind of complicated. I mean... Going to church, praying, and being devoted to my beliefs is something I've always loved, but... Well... Now it's difficult because what I believed before now clashes with what I'm supposed to believe.

He felt he was saying too much and, wanting to banish the bitter thoughts that were creeping into his mind, he took a sip from his glass, the liquid easing the lump that was forming in his throat.

Sorry, it's quite a clash of beliefs that, at least for me, is difficult to manage.

Aaron noticed that Noir still looked a little tense, which worried Aaron.

Thankfully he wasn't the only one tensed or on edge due to personal information. Unfortunately Noir was the only one who still looked stiff and ridged even after some relief. The false realization had Earving shaking his hand and even trying to wave his hands in a way that screamed to not blame the conversation. There was fear and nerves playing in this game of what to say and what to do. Juggling too many balls at the level of an amateur. Each one fell to the ground until one was left. Earving needs to do something or at least say something.

Message written: I understand you. Distraught in being you. I want to eat. I don't know how you feel. Face is not normal.

Noir's typing was choppy just like always, but had a tiny bit of frantic speed to it.

I don't want to scare you. I'm enjoying this.

He had to be honest, he was curious to know what Noir looked like under the mask, but he also didn't want to make the other man uncomfortable.

After reading Noir's message, Aaron hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should get a little more intimate with him. He wasn't entirely sure, but perhaps a small demonstration that Noir could feel safe around him would be helpful.

A little apprehensive, he reached out and touched Noir's tense wrist in a small gesture of reassurance, then said,

"I'm really enjoying this too, and to be honest, I don't think I'm scared. But if it makes you feel more comfortable if I don't see anything, I can just keep an eye on my plate the whole time, and you can let me know when you're finished."

Instead of giving an answer the way he would, he simply lifted his free hand up slowly. There was some hesitation with his action as his hand froze halfway to his mask. That didn't stop him though. His hand continued the way up and took the fabric out from his collar and rolled it up slowly. The faint scarring on his neck grew until his jaw, it looked like a wild fire as he rolled the fabric past his crooked lips and over his burned scar nose. The protective part with the visor tilted up slightly as he tucked the fabric under to hold. Noir was frozen and still tense as he waited for what Aaron would react.

It wasn't like his leader, Homelander, or his leader's father, Soldier Boy, who usually described the scar as "disgusting" or, at best, "strange." What was so great about those comments? Aaron wasn't sure. Perhaps it might shock someone the first time, but he didn't find it unpleasant at all.

Aaron smiled kindly and genuinely, revealing the decoration on one of his fangs, and removed his hand from Noir's wrist.

"Then let's eat. Enjoy your meal, Noir."

He preferred not to comment further. He was afraid that any words that came out of his mouth would end up making Noir uncomfortable. He tried to choose his words as carefully as possible.

Would you like me to put on some background music? I think I have a Michael Jackson playlist on right now.

The question was thrown out there so that the atmosphere would be comfortable for both of them and so that they wouldn't be in complete silence while they ate.

Earving took up a fork and began to cut up the ravioli into smaller bites. That is the only issue Earving has found after the incident. He can't open his mouth all the way without a straining pain. So he eats things in small bites. He brought up the fork and blew softly on the warm ravioli. Noir ate the bite before humming to Aaron's question.

Noir typed out a message:

This is great. Music is good.

He truly felt comfortable in this moment. Aaron is making him comfortable and truly welcomed here.

"I love this song," he said. "I think it's definitely my favorite on the whole album."

With that, he began to eat the ravioli he had so carefully prepared.

He had to eat straight to keep himself from losing the dinner. While he was chewing thoroughly through his bite, he typed out a response to the music.

Bad is my favorite song. But Thriller is my favorite album. Song amazing. Beat It also great.

Noir agreed on the part of this song being amazing. He also agreed to be a fan of Michael. Not uncommon since he was the king of pop and did a lot for the community. He could talk a lot about music, but he knew it wasn't polite to be on a device during dinner.

Once he'd managed to control his ragged breathing, he coughed to clear his throat.

"Incredible..."

He said, almost in a dry whisper. He was very impressed by Noir's voice; for some reason, he'd always imagined it as deep and heavy, but it turned out to be kinder and softer than he'd expected. He wiped the traces of tears from his face and said,

"Well... I love musical theater, and I've been listening to a lot of the songs from Heathers and Hamilton on repeat."

Aaron's laughter, along with a bit more coughing, filled the air.

"I also really like pop music, and I listen to Spanish music from time to time... What about you? Do you have any particular tastes?"

So as Aaron answered his question and tried to ask Noir a question. Earving stayed quiet. He slowly shrugs as he puts another fork full of food. His mistake due to nerves as he basically was dribbling down his chin on the left side of his mouth. He quickly scrambled for a napkin trying to clean up. He was no better than an awkward man on his first date ever.

Aaron began to apologize. He wanted to reach out and take Noir's hand, but hesitated for a moment. However, he left it close, almost touching Noir, silently letting him know that there was nothing to worry about.

I didn't mean to react that way, it's just that... Wow... You have a really soft voice, and I think it's cute...

So when he cleaned up his mouth and rested his hands on the table. He was going to try and explain. Though before he could grab his phone, he saw Aaron reaching for his hand. Noir paused and watched as Aaron's hand fell short of touching his. As he explained how his voice sounded, Noir felt himself clamp up. He hadn't been called cute...not for a very very long time. He didn't know how to react besides his hands turning into fists and then relaxing. His head turned to the side as though he was looking for a response. But he found none as he returned to look at Aaron. His relaxed hands twitched as he contemplated his next move. Would he ignore it and continue eating or would he address it?

The answer came in the form of slow actions. The hesitant slight reach before committing and his hand resting on top of Aaron's. Earving didn't settle his hand completely on top, but hovered for a moment as if trying to really determine what this might cause. Eventually he settled his gloved hand on top of Aaron's. Letting his thumb move to graze along the side of his hand and to Aaron's wrist. Acknowledging that he understood him and accepted the unnecessary apology.

When Noir finally felt comfortable enough to say he'd "got scared," Aaron could only smile kindly.

"Don't worry, actually... I think I was more scared of bothering you."

He chuckled and, after swallowing another bite of the ravioli still on his plate, said,

"How about we finish dinner and I show you my little library? Or we could watch a musical."

He waited patiently for Noir's reply. This was undoubtedly the most pleasant atmosphere I had ever been in, and I sincerely wished it would never end.

Noir's mind scrambled to make any sense of what he just thought. The cute- yes cute, man before him was admitting to being scared as well. Aaron was concerned for Earving's comfort. That alone had tied something around his heart. A fine red thread that seemed to tie to the pinky of the man across from him. So small, but clearly there in his feelings.

Noir nodded to the questions. He felt a chuckle bubble in his throat. Earving didn't know what to agree to since he wanted it all. So the most he was nodding for was finishing dinner and moving on. He began to finish his ravioli, all the while keeping his hand on Aaron's. Making this dinner feels like more than just grabbing food. This mood of the night was only getting more pleasant by the second. Nothing could possibly stop this or turn the night sour.

Once dinner was over, he unfortunately had to let go of Noir's hand and clear the dirty dishes from the table, perhaps to wash them later (if he didn't forget).

"I'll put some water on to make coffee. Would you like coffee or tea? To make the most of the hot water,"

He asked Noir politely.

He went to the kettle and filled it with enough water to make two hot drinks, in case his guest would like something hot to drink.

Noir released Aaron's hand as he picked up the plates. Clearing the table so they could move on with the time. Earving started to roll his mask down since it was scrunching up under the helmet part. He tucked the fabric into his collar before standing up from the table to stand in front of Aaron. He thought about his reply and spoke quickly before turning away to search for the library.

Tea.

Noir would love to see the bookstore, but he already said he wouldn't go out in public with Aaron for a bit. Was it a bit of a turn off on his part? Yes. But possibly this would make this more intimate. Seeing what Aaron reads and possibly get him a gift.

Here.

Besides the music playing and the dishes Aaron was cleaning and rinsing, he could faintly hear Noir's footsteps pacing around his house.

When he finished and all the dishes were resting to dry, Aaron looked around his house for Noir until he heard him murmur a soft "here," so he approached and realized that Noir had found the door.

"I see you found something interesting," he said.

He laughed. He turned to look at Noir before slowly opening the door, which revealed a room decorated like a small library.

"So, what do you think?" I know it's not the best decor ever, but I think it's cozy, haha. I don't have a degree in interior design.

Earving followed each spine to the next book. Glancing over titles that caught a bit of his curiosity. Standing out from some smaller text or blank covers of the books. His hand reached out hovering over each one as he went down the large list before him. Completely ignoring the fact that he was in Aaron's house as he touched a book that seemed to be sticking out a little further than the others. A gentle push and the book slid into place. Noir hummed before grabbing his phone to text out a message.

Message written: What genre is your favorite and author?

A simple question that probably could be figured out by staring long enough. Noir though wanted to hear it from Aaron's lips. Wanted to give his host a chance to really describe his interests.

Here.

- @noirunhallowedbrain

(ooc: sorry I'm late. I get invited to a wedding as a plus 1)

After a rather busy day—and having shed everything associated with his public life as an overseer of the Church of Homelander—he finally made it to his private apartment. It was a place far removed from the public eye where he could truly unwind; he had even taken the trouble to shop for the ingredients for dinner. His home wasn't excessively large; it was modest but comfortable.

Anticipating his long-awaited visitor, Aaron busied himself tidying and cleaning the apartment. He only received guests there when he truly wanted to get away from it all, so the place sometimes suffered from neglect.

After putting everything in order and preparing ravioli for dinner, he freshened up. He didn't go for anything elaborate like his hero suit—just something a bit more casual and relaxed.

He sat waiting on the sofa until a notification popped up on his phone from a number he knew well.

The message was short but precise. It got straight to the point.

He smiled and rose from his seat to open the door and welcome his guest.

(OOC): Ohh don't worry about that!! I'm traveling too and it might take me a while to reply. But everything's fine uwu

That wasn't the only thing he was contemplating while laying on a rooftop. Dinner. He knew he could eat in front of certain people, but did Aaron count under those people. Then again, would his face ruin the dinner for him. The uncertainty twisted in his stomach like a knife.

His nerves on fire as he watched the time tick by. Then it was time. Time to truly decide if he was really going to eat dinner with Aaron, he worried about ruining his impression of him. The twisting accompanied by the thumping of his heart against his ribs as he made his way down. His thumbs typing on the message thread with Aaron and the swoosh of a sent message. Noir stood outside the door until it opened.

Black Noir, in his full suit, stiffly presented in front of the host for tonight. His hands at his sides as he still felt his nerves make his hands twitch lightly. Thankfully he calmed them by moving as he was allowed inside. Taking in the sight of the small modest home.

(ooc: that reassuring. Also be safe traveling.🫶🏼)

Without saying anything, but in a comfortable silence, he let Noir into his house and then closed the door behind him.

Hey... Didn't I keep you waiting too long? I didn't want to be a bad host, and sorry if things look a little messy. I tidied up in a bit of a hurry.

A little nervously, he smoothed the curls of his short hair and went to the kitchen, where he took two glasses and poured water into one.

I don't know if you'd like anything else to drink. I have red wine, beer, and some juices.

He said from the kitchen as he poured water into both glasses.

Clearly from the smell in the kitchen, tonight's meal was made with care. The house smelt of the cooking which gave it more warmth than the touches of Aaron sprinkled in the home. Clearly coming here was better than going to Noir's place.

Earving wasn't going to push for something else. It was best to do water as it allowed him to drink better through the mask. So he shook and slowly approached Aaron. He gently took the glass, grazing his hand with his own. Taking the glass so lightly that his touch was like a feather. Earving then putting the glass to his mask letting it go through the fabric, wetting it just enough around his lips. He was completely nervous in front of him. Even as he acted so chill.

Noir then grabbed his phone to type. Message written:

"Well... I don't know how big a pasta fan you are, but anyway..."

Aaron opened the pan where a batch of small, yellowish squares were covered in white sauce.

"I made ravioli, and I wasn't sure if you preferred meat or vegetables, so I made a bit of both... which would you like?"

Noir gestured briefly to say he wanted vegetables. A small V was made in the air, in hopes that Aaron would get it. That way he didn't have to pull his phone out. Plus Noir believed that most people he worked with didn't know sign language. Which made him stick to the messages, writing, and small gestures that felt universal.

When Noir made a V sign, Aaron quickly understood that his guest preferred vegetables to meat.

"Alright, if you'd like, take a seat at the table while I serve."

Aaron felt comfortable having Noir in his home; he felt a certain warmth and ease in the company of this quiet superhuman.

Aaron served the ravioli on two plates. Vegetarian for Noir and a mix of both for himself.

"Have you seen anything interesting in my little house? I know it's not very big, but it's my little corner when I want my own space."

Noir didn't wish to speak on it or more have it be addressed. He needed to work through the possibility of being kicked out for how he looked. His mind still stuck in the past and the fact that Soldier Boy, the other day, had fucked with him a little. Drawing up memories of the past and how he has lived behind this mask for most of his life.

Aaron's question snapped Earving back into focus. Anything that seemed interesting? He didn't know what to say. Was it interesting that Aaron had a small home? Not the most eloquent thing to talk about. Possibly the few photos scattered around or the overall feeling of warmth of the place? Earving could say so much and so little, but he simply typed out a response.

It is nice. Warm. Home.

Simple statements and yet for Noir, it meant so much more.

"I'm so glad you feel comfortable here, and I hope you like the food too. It's been a while since I've had anyone over, and I'm happy you accepted."

Aaron finished tidying up a few things in the kitchen and sat down across from Noir. He noticed Noir looked a little tense, so he smiled at him kindly.

"Hey, you can relax. If anything makes you uncomfortable or bothers you, please tell me, okay?"

The last thing he wanted was for the other superhero to feel uncomfortable around him.

Aaron clasped his hands, bowed his head slightly, and closed his eyes for a quick prayer. When he turned to look at Noir, he coughed a little sheepishly.

"Sorry about that. I'm still trying to break the habit of saying a prayer before meals, but it's hard to do something you've been doing for years."

His thinking was a bit short lived as he heard the quiet mumble before the apology. Aaron was apologizing for a habit he grew into. Earving was curious as he wasn't as religious now, but knew those who pray usually believed it. So he typed out a question.

Didn't you pray before what you do now?

It's... It's kind of complicated. I mean... Going to church, praying, and being devoted to my beliefs is something I've always loved, but... Well... Now it's difficult because what I believed before now clashes with what I'm supposed to believe.

He felt he was saying too much and, wanting to banish the bitter thoughts that were creeping into his mind, he took a sip from his glass, the liquid easing the lump that was forming in his throat.

Sorry, it's quite a clash of beliefs that, at least for me, is difficult to manage.

Aaron noticed that Noir still looked a little tense, which worried Aaron.

Thankfully he wasn't the only one tensed or on edge due to personal information. Unfortunately Noir was the only one who still looked stiff and ridged even after some relief. The false realization had Earving shaking his hand and even trying to wave his hands in a way that screamed to not blame the conversation. There was fear and nerves playing in this game of what to say and what to do. Juggling too many balls at the level of an amateur. Each one fell to the ground until one was left. Earving needs to do something or at least say something.

Message written: I understand you. Distraught in being you. I want to eat. I don't know how you feel. Face is not normal.

Noir's typing was choppy just like always, but had a tiny bit of frantic speed to it.

I don't want to scare you. I'm enjoying this.

He had to be honest, he was curious to know what Noir looked like under the mask, but he also didn't want to make the other man uncomfortable.

After reading Noir's message, Aaron hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should get a little more intimate with him. He wasn't entirely sure, but perhaps a small demonstration that Noir could feel safe around him would be helpful.

A little apprehensive, he reached out and touched Noir's tense wrist in a small gesture of reassurance, then said,

"I'm really enjoying this too, and to be honest, I don't think I'm scared. But if it makes you feel more comfortable if I don't see anything, I can just keep an eye on my plate the whole time, and you can let me know when you're finished."

Instead of giving an answer the way he would, he simply lifted his free hand up slowly. There was some hesitation with his action as his hand froze halfway to his mask. That didn't stop him though. His hand continued the way up and took the fabric out from his collar and rolled it up slowly. The faint scarring on his neck grew until his jaw, it looked like a wild fire as he rolled the fabric past his crooked lips and over his burned scar nose. The protective part with the visor tilted up slightly as he tucked the fabric under to hold. Noir was frozen and still tense as he waited for what Aaron would react.

It wasn't like his leader, Homelander, or his leader's father, Soldier Boy, who usually described the scar as "disgusting" or, at best, "strange." What was so great about those comments? Aaron wasn't sure. Perhaps it might shock someone the first time, but he didn't find it unpleasant at all.

Aaron smiled kindly and genuinely, revealing the decoration on one of his fangs, and removed his hand from Noir's wrist.

"Then let's eat. Enjoy your meal, Noir."

He preferred not to comment further. He was afraid that any words that came out of his mouth would end up making Noir uncomfortable. He tried to choose his words as carefully as possible.

Would you like me to put on some background music? I think I have a Michael Jackson playlist on right now.

The question was thrown out there so that the atmosphere would be comfortable for both of them and so that they wouldn't be in complete silence while they ate.

Earving took up a fork and began to cut up the ravioli into smaller bites. That is the only issue Earving has found after the incident. He can't open his mouth all the way without a straining pain. So he eats things in small bites. He brought up the fork and blew softly on the warm ravioli. Noir ate the bite before humming to Aaron's question.

Noir typed out a message:

This is great. Music is good.

He truly felt comfortable in this moment. Aaron is making him comfortable and truly welcomed here.

"I love this song," he said. "I think it's definitely my favorite on the whole album."

With that, he began to eat the ravioli he had so carefully prepared.

He had to eat straight to keep himself from losing the dinner. While he was chewing thoroughly through his bite, he typed out a response to the music.

Bad is my favorite song. But Thriller is my favorite album. Song amazing. Beat It also great.

Noir agreed on the part of this song being amazing. He also agreed to be a fan of Michael. Not uncommon since he was the king of pop and did a lot for the community. He could talk a lot about music, but he knew it wasn't polite to be on a device during dinner.

Once he'd managed to control his ragged breathing, he coughed to clear his throat.

"Incredible..."

He said, almost in a dry whisper. He was very impressed by Noir's voice; for some reason, he'd always imagined it as deep and heavy, but it turned out to be kinder and softer than he'd expected. He wiped the traces of tears from his face and said,

"Well... I love musical theater, and I've been listening to a lot of the songs from Heathers and Hamilton on repeat."

Aaron's laughter, along with a bit more coughing, filled the air.

"I also really like pop music, and I listen to Spanish music from time to time... What about you? Do you have any particular tastes?"

So as Aaron answered his question and tried to ask Noir a question. Earving stayed quiet. He slowly shrugs as he puts another fork full of food. His mistake due to nerves as he basically was dribbling down his chin on the left side of his mouth. He quickly scrambled for a napkin trying to clean up. He was no better than an awkward man on his first date ever.

Aaron began to apologize. He wanted to reach out and take Noir's hand, but hesitated for a moment. However, he left it close, almost touching Noir, silently letting him know that there was nothing to worry about.

I didn't mean to react that way, it's just that... Wow... You have a really soft voice, and I think it's cute...

So when he cleaned up his mouth and rested his hands on the table. He was going to try and explain. Though before he could grab his phone, he saw Aaron reaching for his hand. Noir paused and watched as Aaron's hand fell short of touching his. As he explained how his voice sounded, Noir felt himself clamp up. He hadn't been called cute...not for a very very long time. He didn't know how to react besides his hands turning into fists and then relaxing. His head turned to the side as though he was looking for a response. But he found none as he returned to look at Aaron. His relaxed hands twitched as he contemplated his next move. Would he ignore it and continue eating or would he address it?

The answer came in the form of slow actions. The hesitant slight reach before committing and his hand resting on top of Aaron's. Earving didn't settle his hand completely on top, but hovered for a moment as if trying to really determine what this might cause. Eventually he settled his gloved hand on top of Aaron's. Letting his thumb move to graze along the side of his hand and to Aaron's wrist. Acknowledging that he understood him and accepted the unnecessary apology.

When Noir finally felt comfortable enough to say he'd "got scared," Aaron could only smile kindly.

"Don't worry, actually... I think I was more scared of bothering you."

He chuckled and, after swallowing another bite of the ravioli still on his plate, said,

"How about we finish dinner and I show you my little library? Or we could watch a musical."

He waited patiently for Noir's reply. This was undoubtedly the most pleasant atmosphere I had ever been in, and I sincerely wished it would never end.

Noir's mind scrambled to make any sense of what he just thought. The cute- yes cute, man before him was admitting to being scared as well. Aaron was concerned for Earving's comfort. That alone had tied something around his heart. A fine red thread that seemed to tie to the pinky of the man across from him. So small, but clearly there in his feelings.

Noir nodded to the questions. He felt a chuckle bubble in his throat. Earving didn't know what to agree to since he wanted it all. So the most he was nodding for was finishing dinner and moving on. He began to finish his ravioli, all the while keeping his hand on Aaron's. Making this dinner feels like more than just grabbing food. This mood of the night was only getting more pleasant by the second. Nothing could possibly stop this or turn the night sour.

Once dinner was over, he unfortunately had to let go of Noir's hand and clear the dirty dishes from the table, perhaps to wash them later (if he didn't forget).

"I'll put some water on to make coffee. Would you like coffee or tea? To make the most of the hot water,"

He asked Noir politely.

He went to the kettle and filled it with enough water to make two hot drinks, in case his guest would like something hot to drink.

Noir released Aaron's hand as he picked up the plates. Clearing the table so they could move on with the time. Earving started to roll his mask down since it was scrunching up under the helmet part. He tucked the fabric into his collar before standing up from the table to stand in front of Aaron. He thought about his reply and spoke quickly before turning away to search for the library.

Tea.

Noir would love to see the bookstore, but he already said he wouldn't go out in public with Aaron for a bit. Was it a bit of a turn off on his part? Yes. But possibly this would make this more intimate. Seeing what Aaron reads and possibly get him a gift.

Here.

Don't know lets ask my best bro noir!

@noirunhallowedbrain

TODAY!

Here.

- @noirunhallowedbrain

(ooc: sorry I'm late. I get invited to a wedding as a plus 1)

After a rather busy day—and having shed everything associated with his public life as an overseer of the Church of Homelander—he finally made it to his private apartment. It was a place far removed from the public eye where he could truly unwind; he had even taken the trouble to shop for the ingredients for dinner. His home wasn't excessively large; it was modest but comfortable.

Anticipating his long-awaited visitor, Aaron busied himself tidying and cleaning the apartment. He only received guests there when he truly wanted to get away from it all, so the place sometimes suffered from neglect.

After putting everything in order and preparing ravioli for dinner, he freshened up. He didn't go for anything elaborate like his hero suit—just something a bit more casual and relaxed.

He sat waiting on the sofa until a notification popped up on his phone from a number he knew well.

The message was short but precise. It got straight to the point.

He smiled and rose from his seat to open the door and welcome his guest.

(OOC): Ohh don't worry about that!! I'm traveling too and it might take me a while to reply. But everything's fine uwu

That wasn't the only thing he was contemplating while laying on a rooftop. Dinner. He knew he could eat in front of certain people, but did Aaron count under those people. Then again, would his face ruin the dinner for him. The uncertainty twisted in his stomach like a knife.

His nerves on fire as he watched the time tick by. Then it was time. Time to truly decide if he was really going to eat dinner with Aaron, he worried about ruining his impression of him. The twisting accompanied by the thumping of his heart against his ribs as he made his way down. His thumbs typing on the message thread with Aaron and the swoosh of a sent message. Noir stood outside the door until it opened.

Black Noir, in his full suit, stiffly presented in front of the host for tonight. His hands at his sides as he still felt his nerves make his hands twitch lightly. Thankfully he calmed them by moving as he was allowed inside. Taking in the sight of the small modest home.

(ooc: that reassuring. Also be safe traveling.🫶🏼)

Without saying anything, but in a comfortable silence, he let Noir into his house and then closed the door behind him.

Hey... Didn't I keep you waiting too long? I didn't want to be a bad host, and sorry if things look a little messy. I tidied up in a bit of a hurry.

A little nervously, he smoothed the curls of his short hair and went to the kitchen, where he took two glasses and poured water into one.

I don't know if you'd like anything else to drink. I have red wine, beer, and some juices.

He said from the kitchen as he poured water into both glasses.

Clearly from the smell in the kitchen, tonight's meal was made with care. The house smelt of the cooking which gave it more warmth than the touches of Aaron sprinkled in the home. Clearly coming here was better than going to Noir's place.

Earving wasn't going to push for something else. It was best to do water as it allowed him to drink better through the mask. So he shook and slowly approached Aaron. He gently took the glass, grazing his hand with his own. Taking the glass so lightly that his touch was like a feather. Earving then putting the glass to his mask letting it go through the fabric, wetting it just enough around his lips. He was completely nervous in front of him. Even as he acted so chill.

Noir then grabbed his phone to type. Message written:

"Well... I don't know how big a pasta fan you are, but anyway..."

Aaron opened the pan where a batch of small, yellowish squares were covered in white sauce.

"I made ravioli, and I wasn't sure if you preferred meat or vegetables, so I made a bit of both... which would you like?"

Noir gestured briefly to say he wanted vegetables. A small V was made in the air, in hopes that Aaron would get it. That way he didn't have to pull his phone out. Plus Noir believed that most people he worked with didn't know sign language. Which made him stick to the messages, writing, and small gestures that felt universal.

When Noir made a V sign, Aaron quickly understood that his guest preferred vegetables to meat.

"Alright, if you'd like, take a seat at the table while I serve."

Aaron felt comfortable having Noir in his home; he felt a certain warmth and ease in the company of this quiet superhuman.

Aaron served the ravioli on two plates. Vegetarian for Noir and a mix of both for himself.

"Have you seen anything interesting in my little house? I know it's not very big, but it's my little corner when I want my own space."

Noir didn't wish to speak on it or more have it be addressed. He needed to work through the possibility of being kicked out for how he looked. His mind still stuck in the past and the fact that Soldier Boy, the other day, had fucked with him a little. Drawing up memories of the past and how he has lived behind this mask for most of his life.

Aaron's question snapped Earving back into focus. Anything that seemed interesting? He didn't know what to say. Was it interesting that Aaron had a small home? Not the most eloquent thing to talk about. Possibly the few photos scattered around or the overall feeling of warmth of the place? Earving could say so much and so little, but he simply typed out a response.

It is nice. Warm. Home.

Simple statements and yet for Noir, it meant so much more.

"I'm so glad you feel comfortable here, and I hope you like the food too. It's been a while since I've had anyone over, and I'm happy you accepted."

Aaron finished tidying up a few things in the kitchen and sat down across from Noir. He noticed Noir looked a little tense, so he smiled at him kindly.

"Hey, you can relax. If anything makes you uncomfortable or bothers you, please tell me, okay?"

The last thing he wanted was for the other superhero to feel uncomfortable around him.

Aaron clasped his hands, bowed his head slightly, and closed his eyes for a quick prayer. When he turned to look at Noir, he coughed a little sheepishly.

"Sorry about that. I'm still trying to break the habit of saying a prayer before meals, but it's hard to do something you've been doing for years."

His thinking was a bit short lived as he heard the quiet mumble before the apology. Aaron was apologizing for a habit he grew into. Earving was curious as he wasn't as religious now, but knew those who pray usually believed it. So he typed out a question.

Didn't you pray before what you do now?

It's... It's kind of complicated. I mean... Going to church, praying, and being devoted to my beliefs is something I've always loved, but... Well... Now it's difficult because what I believed before now clashes with what I'm supposed to believe.

He felt he was saying too much and, wanting to banish the bitter thoughts that were creeping into his mind, he took a sip from his glass, the liquid easing the lump that was forming in his throat.

Sorry, it's quite a clash of beliefs that, at least for me, is difficult to manage.

Aaron noticed that Noir still looked a little tense, which worried Aaron.

Thankfully he wasn't the only one tensed or on edge due to personal information. Unfortunately Noir was the only one who still looked stiff and ridged even after some relief. The false realization had Earving shaking his hand and even trying to wave his hands in a way that screamed to not blame the conversation. There was fear and nerves playing in this game of what to say and what to do. Juggling too many balls at the level of an amateur. Each one fell to the ground until one was left. Earving needs to do something or at least say something.

Message written: I understand you. Distraught in being you. I want to eat. I don't know how you feel. Face is not normal.

Noir's typing was choppy just like always, but had a tiny bit of frantic speed to it.

I don't want to scare you. I'm enjoying this.

He had to be honest, he was curious to know what Noir looked like under the mask, but he also didn't want to make the other man uncomfortable.

After reading Noir's message, Aaron hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should get a little more intimate with him. He wasn't entirely sure, but perhaps a small demonstration that Noir could feel safe around him would be helpful.

A little apprehensive, he reached out and touched Noir's tense wrist in a small gesture of reassurance, then said,

"I'm really enjoying this too, and to be honest, I don't think I'm scared. But if it makes you feel more comfortable if I don't see anything, I can just keep an eye on my plate the whole time, and you can let me know when you're finished."

Instead of giving an answer the way he would, he simply lifted his free hand up slowly. There was some hesitation with his action as his hand froze halfway to his mask. That didn't stop him though. His hand continued the way up and took the fabric out from his collar and rolled it up slowly. The faint scarring on his neck grew until his jaw, it looked like a wild fire as he rolled the fabric past his crooked lips and over his burned scar nose. The protective part with the visor tilted up slightly as he tucked the fabric under to hold. Noir was frozen and still tense as he waited for what Aaron would react.

It wasn't like his leader, Homelander, or his leader's father, Soldier Boy, who usually described the scar as "disgusting" or, at best, "strange." What was so great about those comments? Aaron wasn't sure. Perhaps it might shock someone the first time, but he didn't find it unpleasant at all.

Aaron smiled kindly and genuinely, revealing the decoration on one of his fangs, and removed his hand from Noir's wrist.

"Then let's eat. Enjoy your meal, Noir."

He preferred not to comment further. He was afraid that any words that came out of his mouth would end up making Noir uncomfortable. He tried to choose his words as carefully as possible.

Would you like me to put on some background music? I think I have a Michael Jackson playlist on right now.

The question was thrown out there so that the atmosphere would be comfortable for both of them and so that they wouldn't be in complete silence while they ate.

Earving took up a fork and began to cut up the ravioli into smaller bites. That is the only issue Earving has found after the incident. He can't open his mouth all the way without a straining pain. So he eats things in small bites. He brought up the fork and blew softly on the warm ravioli. Noir ate the bite before humming to Aaron's question.

Noir typed out a message:

This is great. Music is good.

He truly felt comfortable in this moment. Aaron is making him comfortable and truly welcomed here.

"I love this song," he said. "I think it's definitely my favorite on the whole album."

With that, he began to eat the ravioli he had so carefully prepared.

He had to eat straight to keep himself from losing the dinner. While he was chewing thoroughly through his bite, he typed out a response to the music.

Bad is my favorite song. But Thriller is my favorite album. Song amazing. Beat It also great.

Noir agreed on the part of this song being amazing. He also agreed to be a fan of Michael. Not uncommon since he was the king of pop and did a lot for the community. He could talk a lot about music, but he knew it wasn't polite to be on a device during dinner.

Once he'd managed to control his ragged breathing, he coughed to clear his throat.

"Incredible..."

He said, almost in a dry whisper. He was very impressed by Noir's voice; for some reason, he'd always imagined it as deep and heavy, but it turned out to be kinder and softer than he'd expected. He wiped the traces of tears from his face and said,

"Well... I love musical theater, and I've been listening to a lot of the songs from Heathers and Hamilton on repeat."

Aaron's laughter, along with a bit more coughing, filled the air.

"I also really like pop music, and I listen to Spanish music from time to time... What about you? Do you have any particular tastes?"

So as Aaron answered his question and tried to ask Noir a question. Earving stayed quiet. He slowly shrugs as he puts another fork full of food. His mistake due to nerves as he basically was dribbling down his chin on the left side of his mouth. He quickly scrambled for a napkin trying to clean up. He was no better than an awkward man on his first date ever.

Aaron began to apologize. He wanted to reach out and take Noir's hand, but hesitated for a moment. However, he left it close, almost touching Noir, silently letting him know that there was nothing to worry about.

I didn't mean to react that way, it's just that... Wow... You have a really soft voice, and I think it's cute...

So when he cleaned up his mouth and rested his hands on the table. He was going to try and explain. Though before he could grab his phone, he saw Aaron reaching for his hand. Noir paused and watched as Aaron's hand fell short of touching his. As he explained how his voice sounded, Noir felt himself clamp up. He hadn't been called cute...not for a very very long time. He didn't know how to react besides his hands turning into fists and then relaxing. His head turned to the side as though he was looking for a response. But he found none as he returned to look at Aaron. His relaxed hands twitched as he contemplated his next move. Would he ignore it and continue eating or would he address it?

The answer came in the form of slow actions. The hesitant slight reach before committing and his hand resting on top of Aaron's. Earving didn't settle his hand completely on top, but hovered for a moment as if trying to really determine what this might cause. Eventually he settled his gloved hand on top of Aaron's. Letting his thumb move to graze along the side of his hand and to Aaron's wrist. Acknowledging that he understood him and accepted the unnecessary apology.

When Noir finally felt comfortable enough to say he'd "got scared," Aaron could only smile kindly.

"Don't worry, actually... I think I was more scared of bothering you."

He chuckled and, after swallowing another bite of the ravioli still on his plate, said,

"How about we finish dinner and I show you my little library? Or we could watch a musical."

He waited patiently for Noir's reply. This was undoubtedly the most pleasant atmosphere I had ever been in, and I sincerely wished it would never end.

Noir's mind scrambled to make any sense of what he just thought. The cute- yes cute, man before him was admitting to being scared as well. Aaron was concerned for Earving's comfort. That alone had tied something around his heart. A fine red thread that seemed to tie to the pinky of the man across from him. So small, but clearly there in his feelings.

Noir nodded to the questions. He felt a chuckle bubble in his throat. Earving didn't know what to agree to since he wanted it all. So the most he was nodding for was finishing dinner and moving on. He began to finish his ravioli, all the while keeping his hand on Aaron's. Making this dinner feels like more than just grabbing food. This mood of the night was only getting more pleasant by the second. Nothing could possibly stop this or turn the night sour.

Here.

- @noirunhallowedbrain

(ooc: sorry I'm late. I get invited to a wedding as a plus 1)

After a rather busy day—and having shed everything associated with his public life as an overseer of the Church of Homelander—he finally made it to his private apartment. It was a place far removed from the public eye where he could truly unwind; he had even taken the trouble to shop for the ingredients for dinner. His home wasn't excessively large; it was modest but comfortable.

Anticipating his long-awaited visitor, Aaron busied himself tidying and cleaning the apartment. He only received guests there when he truly wanted to get away from it all, so the place sometimes suffered from neglect.

After putting everything in order and preparing ravioli for dinner, he freshened up. He didn't go for anything elaborate like his hero suit—just something a bit more casual and relaxed.

He sat waiting on the sofa until a notification popped up on his phone from a number he knew well.

The message was short but precise. It got straight to the point.

He smiled and rose from his seat to open the door and welcome his guest.

(OOC): Ohh don't worry about that!! I'm traveling too and it might take me a while to reply. But everything's fine uwu

That wasn't the only thing he was contemplating while laying on a rooftop. Dinner. He knew he could eat in front of certain people, but did Aaron count under those people. Then again, would his face ruin the dinner for him. The uncertainty twisted in his stomach like a knife.

His nerves on fire as he watched the time tick by. Then it was time. Time to truly decide if he was really going to eat dinner with Aaron, he worried about ruining his impression of him. The twisting accompanied by the thumping of his heart against his ribs as he made his way down. His thumbs typing on the message thread with Aaron and the swoosh of a sent message. Noir stood outside the door until it opened.

Black Noir, in his full suit, stiffly presented in front of the host for tonight. His hands at his sides as he still felt his nerves make his hands twitch lightly. Thankfully he calmed them by moving as he was allowed inside. Taking in the sight of the small modest home.

(ooc: that reassuring. Also be safe traveling.🫶🏼)

Without saying anything, but in a comfortable silence, he let Noir into his house and then closed the door behind him.

Hey... Didn't I keep you waiting too long? I didn't want to be a bad host, and sorry if things look a little messy. I tidied up in a bit of a hurry.

A little nervously, he smoothed the curls of his short hair and went to the kitchen, where he took two glasses and poured water into one.

I don't know if you'd like anything else to drink. I have red wine, beer, and some juices.

He said from the kitchen as he poured water into both glasses.

Clearly from the smell in the kitchen, tonight's meal was made with care. The house smelt of the cooking which gave it more warmth than the touches of Aaron sprinkled in the home. Clearly coming here was better than going to Noir's place.

Earving wasn't going to push for something else. It was best to do water as it allowed him to drink better through the mask. So he shook and slowly approached Aaron. He gently took the glass, grazing his hand with his own. Taking the glass so lightly that his touch was like a feather. Earving then putting the glass to his mask letting it go through the fabric, wetting it just enough around his lips. He was completely nervous in front of him. Even as he acted so chill.

Noir then grabbed his phone to type. Message written:

"Well... I don't know how big a pasta fan you are, but anyway..."

Aaron opened the pan where a batch of small, yellowish squares were covered in white sauce.

"I made ravioli, and I wasn't sure if you preferred meat or vegetables, so I made a bit of both... which would you like?"

Noir gestured briefly to say he wanted vegetables. A small V was made in the air, in hopes that Aaron would get it. That way he didn't have to pull his phone out. Plus Noir believed that most people he worked with didn't know sign language. Which made him stick to the messages, writing, and small gestures that felt universal.

When Noir made a V sign, Aaron quickly understood that his guest preferred vegetables to meat.

"Alright, if you'd like, take a seat at the table while I serve."

Aaron felt comfortable having Noir in his home; he felt a certain warmth and ease in the company of this quiet superhuman.

Aaron served the ravioli on two plates. Vegetarian for Noir and a mix of both for himself.

"Have you seen anything interesting in my little house? I know it's not very big, but it's my little corner when I want my own space."

Noir didn't wish to speak on it or more have it be addressed. He needed to work through the possibility of being kicked out for how he looked. His mind still stuck in the past and the fact that Soldier Boy, the other day, had fucked with him a little. Drawing up memories of the past and how he has lived behind this mask for most of his life.

Aaron's question snapped Earving back into focus. Anything that seemed interesting? He didn't know what to say. Was it interesting that Aaron had a small home? Not the most eloquent thing to talk about. Possibly the few photos scattered around or the overall feeling of warmth of the place? Earving could say so much and so little, but he simply typed out a response.

It is nice. Warm. Home.

Simple statements and yet for Noir, it meant so much more.

"I'm so glad you feel comfortable here, and I hope you like the food too. It's been a while since I've had anyone over, and I'm happy you accepted."

Aaron finished tidying up a few things in the kitchen and sat down across from Noir. He noticed Noir looked a little tense, so he smiled at him kindly.

"Hey, you can relax. If anything makes you uncomfortable or bothers you, please tell me, okay?"

The last thing he wanted was for the other superhero to feel uncomfortable around him.

Aaron clasped his hands, bowed his head slightly, and closed his eyes for a quick prayer. When he turned to look at Noir, he coughed a little sheepishly.

"Sorry about that. I'm still trying to break the habit of saying a prayer before meals, but it's hard to do something you've been doing for years."

His thinking was a bit short lived as he heard the quiet mumble before the apology. Aaron was apologizing for a habit he grew into. Earving was curious as he wasn't as religious now, but knew those who pray usually believed it. So he typed out a question.

Didn't you pray before what you do now?

It's... It's kind of complicated. I mean... Going to church, praying, and being devoted to my beliefs is something I've always loved, but... Well... Now it's difficult because what I believed before now clashes with what I'm supposed to believe.

He felt he was saying too much and, wanting to banish the bitter thoughts that were creeping into his mind, he took a sip from his glass, the liquid easing the lump that was forming in his throat.

Sorry, it's quite a clash of beliefs that, at least for me, is difficult to manage.

Aaron noticed that Noir still looked a little tense, which worried Aaron.

Thankfully he wasn't the only one tensed or on edge due to personal information. Unfortunately Noir was the only one who still looked stiff and ridged even after some relief. The false realization had Earving shaking his hand and even trying to wave his hands in a way that screamed to not blame the conversation. There was fear and nerves playing in this game of what to say and what to do. Juggling too many balls at the level of an amateur. Each one fell to the ground until one was left. Earving needs to do something or at least say something.

Message written: I understand you. Distraught in being you. I want to eat. I don't know how you feel. Face is not normal.

Noir's typing was choppy just like always, but had a tiny bit of frantic speed to it.

I don't want to scare you. I'm enjoying this.

He had to be honest, he was curious to know what Noir looked like under the mask, but he also didn't want to make the other man uncomfortable.

After reading Noir's message, Aaron hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should get a little more intimate with him. He wasn't entirely sure, but perhaps a small demonstration that Noir could feel safe around him would be helpful.

A little apprehensive, he reached out and touched Noir's tense wrist in a small gesture of reassurance, then said,

"I'm really enjoying this too, and to be honest, I don't think I'm scared. But if it makes you feel more comfortable if I don't see anything, I can just keep an eye on my plate the whole time, and you can let me know when you're finished."

Instead of giving an answer the way he would, he simply lifted his free hand up slowly. There was some hesitation with his action as his hand froze halfway to his mask. That didn't stop him though. His hand continued the way up and took the fabric out from his collar and rolled it up slowly. The faint scarring on his neck grew until his jaw, it looked like a wild fire as he rolled the fabric past his crooked lips and over his burned scar nose. The protective part with the visor tilted up slightly as he tucked the fabric under to hold. Noir was frozen and still tense as he waited for what Aaron would react.

It wasn't like his leader, Homelander, or his leader's father, Soldier Boy, who usually described the scar as "disgusting" or, at best, "strange." What was so great about those comments? Aaron wasn't sure. Perhaps it might shock someone the first time, but he didn't find it unpleasant at all.

Aaron smiled kindly and genuinely, revealing the decoration on one of his fangs, and removed his hand from Noir's wrist.

"Then let's eat. Enjoy your meal, Noir."

He preferred not to comment further. He was afraid that any words that came out of his mouth would end up making Noir uncomfortable. He tried to choose his words as carefully as possible.

Would you like me to put on some background music? I think I have a Michael Jackson playlist on right now.

The question was thrown out there so that the atmosphere would be comfortable for both of them and so that they wouldn't be in complete silence while they ate.

Earving took up a fork and began to cut up the ravioli into smaller bites. That is the only issue Earving has found after the incident. He can't open his mouth all the way without a straining pain. So he eats things in small bites. He brought up the fork and blew softly on the warm ravioli. Noir ate the bite before humming to Aaron's question.

Noir typed out a message:

This is great. Music is good.

He truly felt comfortable in this moment. Aaron is making him comfortable and truly welcomed here.

"I love this song," he said. "I think it's definitely my favorite on the whole album."

With that, he began to eat the ravioli he had so carefully prepared.

He had to eat straight to keep himself from losing the dinner. While he was chewing thoroughly through his bite, he typed out a response to the music.

Bad is my favorite song. But Thriller is my favorite album. Song amazing. Beat It also great.

Noir agreed on the part of this song being amazing. He also agreed to be a fan of Michael. Not uncommon since he was the king of pop and did a lot for the community. He could talk a lot about music, but he knew it wasn't polite to be on a device during dinner.

Once he'd managed to control his ragged breathing, he coughed to clear his throat.

"Incredible..."

He said, almost in a dry whisper. He was very impressed by Noir's voice; for some reason, he'd always imagined it as deep and heavy, but it turned out to be kinder and softer than he'd expected. He wiped the traces of tears from his face and said,

"Well... I love musical theater, and I've been listening to a lot of the songs from Heathers and Hamilton on repeat."

Aaron's laughter, along with a bit more coughing, filled the air.

"I also really like pop music, and I listen to Spanish music from time to time... What about you? Do you have any particular tastes?"

So as Aaron answered his question and tried to ask Noir a question. Earving stayed quiet. He slowly shrugs as he puts another fork full of food. His mistake due to nerves as he basically was dribbling down his chin on the left side of his mouth. He quickly scrambled for a napkin trying to clean up. He was no better than an awkward man on his first date ever.

Aaron began to apologize. He wanted to reach out and take Noir's hand, but hesitated for a moment. However, he left it close, almost touching Noir, silently letting him know that there was nothing to worry about.

I didn't mean to react that way, it's just that... Wow... You have a really soft voice, and I think it's cute...

So when he cleaned up his mouth and rested his hands on the table. He was going to try and explain. Though before he could grab his phone, he saw Aaron reaching for his hand. Noir paused and watched as Aaron's hand fell short of touching his. As he explained how his voice sounded, Noir felt himself clamp up. He hadn't been called cute...not for a very very long time. He didn't know how to react besides his hands turning into fists and then relaxing. His head turned to the side as though he was looking for a response. But he found none as he returned to look at Aaron. His relaxed hands twitched as he contemplated his next move. Would he ignore it and continue eating or would he address it?

The answer came in the form of slow actions. The hesitant slight reach before committing and his hand resting on top of Aaron's. Earving didn't settle his hand completely on top, but hovered for a moment as if trying to really determine what this might cause. Eventually he settled his gloved hand on top of Aaron's. Letting his thumb move to graze along the side of his hand and to Aaron's wrist. Acknowledging that he understood him and accepted the unnecessary apology.

Here.

- @noirunhallowedbrain

(ooc: sorry I'm late. I get invited to a wedding as a plus 1)

After a rather busy day—and having shed everything associated with his public life as an overseer of the Church of Homelander—he finally made it to his private apartment. It was a place far removed from the public eye where he could truly unwind; he had even taken the trouble to shop for the ingredients for dinner. His home wasn't excessively large; it was modest but comfortable.

Anticipating his long-awaited visitor, Aaron busied himself tidying and cleaning the apartment. He only received guests there when he truly wanted to get away from it all, so the place sometimes suffered from neglect.

After putting everything in order and preparing ravioli for dinner, he freshened up. He didn't go for anything elaborate like his hero suit—just something a bit more casual and relaxed.

He sat waiting on the sofa until a notification popped up on his phone from a number he knew well.

The message was short but precise. It got straight to the point.

He smiled and rose from his seat to open the door and welcome his guest.

(OOC): Ohh don't worry about that!! I'm traveling too and it might take me a while to reply. But everything's fine uwu

That wasn't the only thing he was contemplating while laying on a rooftop. Dinner. He knew he could eat in front of certain people, but did Aaron count under those people. Then again, would his face ruin the dinner for him. The uncertainty twisted in his stomach like a knife.

His nerves on fire as he watched the time tick by. Then it was time. Time to truly decide if he was really going to eat dinner with Aaron, he worried about ruining his impression of him. The twisting accompanied by the thumping of his heart against his ribs as he made his way down. His thumbs typing on the message thread with Aaron and the swoosh of a sent message. Noir stood outside the door until it opened.

Black Noir, in his full suit, stiffly presented in front of the host for tonight. His hands at his sides as he still felt his nerves make his hands twitch lightly. Thankfully he calmed them by moving as he was allowed inside. Taking in the sight of the small modest home.

(ooc: that reassuring. Also be safe traveling.🫶🏼)

Without saying anything, but in a comfortable silence, he let Noir into his house and then closed the door behind him.

Hey... Didn't I keep you waiting too long? I didn't want to be a bad host, and sorry if things look a little messy. I tidied up in a bit of a hurry.

A little nervously, he smoothed the curls of his short hair and went to the kitchen, where he took two glasses and poured water into one.

I don't know if you'd like anything else to drink. I have red wine, beer, and some juices.

He said from the kitchen as he poured water into both glasses.

Clearly from the smell in the kitchen, tonight's meal was made with care. The house smelt of the cooking which gave it more warmth than the touches of Aaron sprinkled in the home. Clearly coming here was better than going to Noir's place.

Earving wasn't going to push for something else. It was best to do water as it allowed him to drink better through the mask. So he shook and slowly approached Aaron. He gently took the glass, grazing his hand with his own. Taking the glass so lightly that his touch was like a feather. Earving then putting the glass to his mask letting it go through the fabric, wetting it just enough around his lips. He was completely nervous in front of him. Even as he acted so chill.

Noir then grabbed his phone to type. Message written:

"Well... I don't know how big a pasta fan you are, but anyway..."

Aaron opened the pan where a batch of small, yellowish squares were covered in white sauce.

"I made ravioli, and I wasn't sure if you preferred meat or vegetables, so I made a bit of both... which would you like?"

Noir gestured briefly to say he wanted vegetables. A small V was made in the air, in hopes that Aaron would get it. That way he didn't have to pull his phone out. Plus Noir believed that most people he worked with didn't know sign language. Which made him stick to the messages, writing, and small gestures that felt universal.

When Noir made a V sign, Aaron quickly understood that his guest preferred vegetables to meat.

"Alright, if you'd like, take a seat at the table while I serve."

Aaron felt comfortable having Noir in his home; he felt a certain warmth and ease in the company of this quiet superhuman.

Aaron served the ravioli on two plates. Vegetarian for Noir and a mix of both for himself.

"Have you seen anything interesting in my little house? I know it's not very big, but it's my little corner when I want my own space."

Noir didn't wish to speak on it or more have it be addressed. He needed to work through the possibility of being kicked out for how he looked. His mind still stuck in the past and the fact that Soldier Boy, the other day, had fucked with him a little. Drawing up memories of the past and how he has lived behind this mask for most of his life.

Aaron's question snapped Earving back into focus. Anything that seemed interesting? He didn't know what to say. Was it interesting that Aaron had a small home? Not the most eloquent thing to talk about. Possibly the few photos scattered around or the overall feeling of warmth of the place? Earving could say so much and so little, but he simply typed out a response.

It is nice. Warm. Home.

Simple statements and yet for Noir, it meant so much more.

"I'm so glad you feel comfortable here, and I hope you like the food too. It's been a while since I've had anyone over, and I'm happy you accepted."

Aaron finished tidying up a few things in the kitchen and sat down across from Noir. He noticed Noir looked a little tense, so he smiled at him kindly.

"Hey, you can relax. If anything makes you uncomfortable or bothers you, please tell me, okay?"

The last thing he wanted was for the other superhero to feel uncomfortable around him.

Aaron clasped his hands, bowed his head slightly, and closed his eyes for a quick prayer. When he turned to look at Noir, he coughed a little sheepishly.

"Sorry about that. I'm still trying to break the habit of saying a prayer before meals, but it's hard to do something you've been doing for years."

His thinking was a bit short lived as he heard the quiet mumble before the apology. Aaron was apologizing for a habit he grew into. Earving was curious as he wasn't as religious now, but knew those who pray usually believed it. So he typed out a question.

Didn't you pray before what you do now?

It's... It's kind of complicated. I mean... Going to church, praying, and being devoted to my beliefs is something I've always loved, but... Well... Now it's difficult because what I believed before now clashes with what I'm supposed to believe.

He felt he was saying too much and, wanting to banish the bitter thoughts that were creeping into his mind, he took a sip from his glass, the liquid easing the lump that was forming in his throat.

Sorry, it's quite a clash of beliefs that, at least for me, is difficult to manage.

Aaron noticed that Noir still looked a little tense, which worried Aaron.

Thankfully he wasn't the only one tensed or on edge due to personal information. Unfortunately Noir was the only one who still looked stiff and ridged even after some relief. The false realization had Earving shaking his hand and even trying to wave his hands in a way that screamed to not blame the conversation. There was fear and nerves playing in this game of what to say and what to do. Juggling too many balls at the level of an amateur. Each one fell to the ground until one was left. Earving needs to do something or at least say something.

Message written: I understand you. Distraught in being you. I want to eat. I don't know how you feel. Face is not normal.

Noir's typing was choppy just like always, but had a tiny bit of frantic speed to it.

I don't want to scare you. I'm enjoying this.

He had to be honest, he was curious to know what Noir looked like under the mask, but he also didn't want to make the other man uncomfortable.

After reading Noir's message, Aaron hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should get a little more intimate with him. He wasn't entirely sure, but perhaps a small demonstration that Noir could feel safe around him would be helpful.

A little apprehensive, he reached out and touched Noir's tense wrist in a small gesture of reassurance, then said,

"I'm really enjoying this too, and to be honest, I don't think I'm scared. But if it makes you feel more comfortable if I don't see anything, I can just keep an eye on my plate the whole time, and you can let me know when you're finished."

Instead of giving an answer the way he would, he simply lifted his free hand up slowly. There was some hesitation with his action as his hand froze halfway to his mask. That didn't stop him though. His hand continued the way up and took the fabric out from his collar and rolled it up slowly. The faint scarring on his neck grew until his jaw, it looked like a wild fire as he rolled the fabric past his crooked lips and over his burned scar nose. The protective part with the visor tilted up slightly as he tucked the fabric under to hold. Noir was frozen and still tense as he waited for what Aaron would react.

It wasn't like his leader, Homelander, or his leader's father, Soldier Boy, who usually described the scar as "disgusting" or, at best, "strange." What was so great about those comments? Aaron wasn't sure. Perhaps it might shock someone the first time, but he didn't find it unpleasant at all.

Aaron smiled kindly and genuinely, revealing the decoration on one of his fangs, and removed his hand from Noir's wrist.

"Then let's eat. Enjoy your meal, Noir."

He preferred not to comment further. He was afraid that any words that came out of his mouth would end up making Noir uncomfortable. He tried to choose his words as carefully as possible.

Would you like me to put on some background music? I think I have a Michael Jackson playlist on right now.

The question was thrown out there so that the atmosphere would be comfortable for both of them and so that they wouldn't be in complete silence while they ate.

Earving took up a fork and began to cut up the ravioli into smaller bites. That is the only issue Earving has found after the incident. He can't open his mouth all the way without a straining pain. So he eats things in small bites. He brought up the fork and blew softly on the warm ravioli. Noir ate the bite before humming to Aaron's question.

Noir typed out a message:

This is great. Music is good.

He truly felt comfortable in this moment. Aaron is making him comfortable and truly welcomed here.

"I love this song," he said. "I think it's definitely my favorite on the whole album."

With that, he began to eat the ravioli he had so carefully prepared.

He had to eat straight to keep himself from losing the dinner. While he was chewing thoroughly through his bite, he typed out a response to the music.

Bad is my favorite song. But Thriller is my favorite album. Song amazing. Beat It also great.

Noir agreed on the part of this song being amazing. He also agreed to be a fan of Michael. Not uncommon since he was the king of pop and did a lot for the community. He could talk a lot about music, but he knew it wasn't polite to be on a device during dinner.

Once he'd managed to control his ragged breathing, he coughed to clear his throat.

"Incredible..."

He said, almost in a dry whisper. He was very impressed by Noir's voice; for some reason, he'd always imagined it as deep and heavy, but it turned out to be kinder and softer than he'd expected. He wiped the traces of tears from his face and said,

"Well... I love musical theater, and I've been listening to a lot of the songs from Heathers and Hamilton on repeat."

Aaron's laughter, along with a bit more coughing, filled the air.

"I also really like pop music, and I listen to Spanish music from time to time... What about you? Do you have any particular tastes?"

So as Aaron answered his question and tried to ask Noir a question. Earving stayed quiet. He slowly shrugs as he puts another fork full of food. His mistake due to nerves as he basically was dribbling down his chin on the left side of his mouth. He quickly scrambled for a napkin trying to clean up. He was no better than an awkward man on his first date ever.

Here.

- @noirunhallowedbrain

(ooc: sorry I'm late. I get invited to a wedding as a plus 1)

After a rather busy day—and having shed everything associated with his public life as an overseer of the Church of Homelander—he finally made it to his private apartment. It was a place far removed from the public eye where he could truly unwind; he had even taken the trouble to shop for the ingredients for dinner. His home wasn't excessively large; it was modest but comfortable.

Anticipating his long-awaited visitor, Aaron busied himself tidying and cleaning the apartment. He only received guests there when he truly wanted to get away from it all, so the place sometimes suffered from neglect.

After putting everything in order and preparing ravioli for dinner, he freshened up. He didn't go for anything elaborate like his hero suit—just something a bit more casual and relaxed.

He sat waiting on the sofa until a notification popped up on his phone from a number he knew well.

The message was short but precise. It got straight to the point.

He smiled and rose from his seat to open the door and welcome his guest.

(OOC): Ohh don't worry about that!! I'm traveling too and it might take me a while to reply. But everything's fine uwu

That wasn't the only thing he was contemplating while laying on a rooftop. Dinner. He knew he could eat in front of certain people, but did Aaron count under those people. Then again, would his face ruin the dinner for him. The uncertainty twisted in his stomach like a knife.

His nerves on fire as he watched the time tick by. Then it was time. Time to truly decide if he was really going to eat dinner with Aaron, he worried about ruining his impression of him. The twisting accompanied by the thumping of his heart against his ribs as he made his way down. His thumbs typing on the message thread with Aaron and the swoosh of a sent message. Noir stood outside the door until it opened.

Black Noir, in his full suit, stiffly presented in front of the host for tonight. His hands at his sides as he still felt his nerves make his hands twitch lightly. Thankfully he calmed them by moving as he was allowed inside. Taking in the sight of the small modest home.

(ooc: that reassuring. Also be safe traveling.🫶🏼)

Without saying anything, but in a comfortable silence, he let Noir into his house and then closed the door behind him.

Hey... Didn't I keep you waiting too long? I didn't want to be a bad host, and sorry if things look a little messy. I tidied up in a bit of a hurry.

A little nervously, he smoothed the curls of his short hair and went to the kitchen, where he took two glasses and poured water into one.

I don't know if you'd like anything else to drink. I have red wine, beer, and some juices.

He said from the kitchen as he poured water into both glasses.

Clearly from the smell in the kitchen, tonight's meal was made with care. The house smelt of the cooking which gave it more warmth than the touches of Aaron sprinkled in the home. Clearly coming here was better than going to Noir's place.

Earving wasn't going to push for something else. It was best to do water as it allowed him to drink better through the mask. So he shook and slowly approached Aaron. He gently took the glass, grazing his hand with his own. Taking the glass so lightly that his touch was like a feather. Earving then putting the glass to his mask letting it go through the fabric, wetting it just enough around his lips. He was completely nervous in front of him. Even as he acted so chill.

Noir then grabbed his phone to type. Message written:

"Well... I don't know how big a pasta fan you are, but anyway..."

Aaron opened the pan where a batch of small, yellowish squares were covered in white sauce.

"I made ravioli, and I wasn't sure if you preferred meat or vegetables, so I made a bit of both... which would you like?"

Noir gestured briefly to say he wanted vegetables. A small V was made in the air, in hopes that Aaron would get it. That way he didn't have to pull his phone out. Plus Noir believed that most people he worked with didn't know sign language. Which made him stick to the messages, writing, and small gestures that felt universal.

When Noir made a V sign, Aaron quickly understood that his guest preferred vegetables to meat.

"Alright, if you'd like, take a seat at the table while I serve."

Aaron felt comfortable having Noir in his home; he felt a certain warmth and ease in the company of this quiet superhuman.

Aaron served the ravioli on two plates. Vegetarian for Noir and a mix of both for himself.

"Have you seen anything interesting in my little house? I know it's not very big, but it's my little corner when I want my own space."

Noir didn't wish to speak on it or more have it be addressed. He needed to work through the possibility of being kicked out for how he looked. His mind still stuck in the past and the fact that Soldier Boy, the other day, had fucked with him a little. Drawing up memories of the past and how he has lived behind this mask for most of his life.

Aaron's question snapped Earving back into focus. Anything that seemed interesting? He didn't know what to say. Was it interesting that Aaron had a small home? Not the most eloquent thing to talk about. Possibly the few photos scattered around or the overall feeling of warmth of the place? Earving could say so much and so little, but he simply typed out a response.

It is nice. Warm. Home.

Simple statements and yet for Noir, it meant so much more.

"I'm so glad you feel comfortable here, and I hope you like the food too. It's been a while since I've had anyone over, and I'm happy you accepted."

Aaron finished tidying up a few things in the kitchen and sat down across from Noir. He noticed Noir looked a little tense, so he smiled at him kindly.

"Hey, you can relax. If anything makes you uncomfortable or bothers you, please tell me, okay?"

The last thing he wanted was for the other superhero to feel uncomfortable around him.

Aaron clasped his hands, bowed his head slightly, and closed his eyes for a quick prayer. When he turned to look at Noir, he coughed a little sheepishly.

"Sorry about that. I'm still trying to break the habit of saying a prayer before meals, but it's hard to do something you've been doing for years."

His thinking was a bit short lived as he heard the quiet mumble before the apology. Aaron was apologizing for a habit he grew into. Earving was curious as he wasn't as religious now, but knew those who pray usually believed it. So he typed out a question.

Didn't you pray before what you do now?

It's... It's kind of complicated. I mean... Going to church, praying, and being devoted to my beliefs is something I've always loved, but... Well... Now it's difficult because what I believed before now clashes with what I'm supposed to believe.

He felt he was saying too much and, wanting to banish the bitter thoughts that were creeping into his mind, he took a sip from his glass, the liquid easing the lump that was forming in his throat.

Sorry, it's quite a clash of beliefs that, at least for me, is difficult to manage.

Aaron noticed that Noir still looked a little tense, which worried Aaron.

Thankfully he wasn't the only one tensed or on edge due to personal information. Unfortunately Noir was the only one who still looked stiff and ridged even after some relief. The false realization had Earving shaking his hand and even trying to wave his hands in a way that screamed to not blame the conversation. There was fear and nerves playing in this game of what to say and what to do. Juggling too many balls at the level of an amateur. Each one fell to the ground until one was left. Earving needs to do something or at least say something.

Message written: I understand you. Distraught in being you. I want to eat. I don't know how you feel. Face is not normal.

Noir's typing was choppy just like always, but had a tiny bit of frantic speed to it.

I don't want to scare you. I'm enjoying this.

He had to be honest, he was curious to know what Noir looked like under the mask, but he also didn't want to make the other man uncomfortable.

After reading Noir's message, Aaron hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should get a little more intimate with him. He wasn't entirely sure, but perhaps a small demonstration that Noir could feel safe around him would be helpful.

A little apprehensive, he reached out and touched Noir's tense wrist in a small gesture of reassurance, then said,

"I'm really enjoying this too, and to be honest, I don't think I'm scared. But if it makes you feel more comfortable if I don't see anything, I can just keep an eye on my plate the whole time, and you can let me know when you're finished."

Instead of giving an answer the way he would, he simply lifted his free hand up slowly. There was some hesitation with his action as his hand froze halfway to his mask. That didn't stop him though. His hand continued the way up and took the fabric out from his collar and rolled it up slowly. The faint scarring on his neck grew until his jaw, it looked like a wild fire as he rolled the fabric past his crooked lips and over his burned scar nose. The protective part with the visor tilted up slightly as he tucked the fabric under to hold. Noir was frozen and still tense as he waited for what Aaron would react.

It wasn't like his leader, Homelander, or his leader's father, Soldier Boy, who usually described the scar as "disgusting" or, at best, "strange." What was so great about those comments? Aaron wasn't sure. Perhaps it might shock someone the first time, but he didn't find it unpleasant at all.

Aaron smiled kindly and genuinely, revealing the decoration on one of his fangs, and removed his hand from Noir's wrist.

"Then let's eat. Enjoy your meal, Noir."

He preferred not to comment further. He was afraid that any words that came out of his mouth would end up making Noir uncomfortable. He tried to choose his words as carefully as possible.

Would you like me to put on some background music? I think I have a Michael Jackson playlist on right now.

The question was thrown out there so that the atmosphere would be comfortable for both of them and so that they wouldn't be in complete silence while they ate.

Earving took up a fork and began to cut up the ravioli into smaller bites. That is the only issue Earving has found after the incident. He can't open his mouth all the way without a straining pain. So he eats things in small bites. He brought up the fork and blew softly on the warm ravioli. Noir ate the bite before humming to Aaron's question.

Noir typed out a message:

This is great. Music is good.

He truly felt comfortable in this moment. Aaron is making him comfortable and truly welcomed here.

"I love this song," he said. "I think it's definitely my favorite on the whole album."

With that, he began to eat the ravioli he had so carefully prepared.

He had to eat straight to keep himself from losing the dinner. While he was chewing thoroughly through his bite, he typed out a response to the music.

Bad is my favorite song. But Thriller is my favorite album. Song amazing. Beat It also great.

Noir agreed on the part of this song being amazing. He also agreed to be a fan of Michael. Not uncommon since he was the king of pop and did a lot for the community. He could talk a lot about music, but he knew it wasn't polite to be on a device during dinner.

Here.

- @noirunhallowedbrain

(ooc: sorry I'm late. I get invited to a wedding as a plus 1)

After a rather busy day—and having shed everything associated with his public life as an overseer of the Church of Homelander—he finally made it to his private apartment. It was a place far removed from the public eye where he could truly unwind; he had even taken the trouble to shop for the ingredients for dinner. His home wasn't excessively large; it was modest but comfortable.

Anticipating his long-awaited visitor, Aaron busied himself tidying and cleaning the apartment. He only received guests there when he truly wanted to get away from it all, so the place sometimes suffered from neglect.

After putting everything in order and preparing ravioli for dinner, he freshened up. He didn't go for anything elaborate like his hero suit—just something a bit more casual and relaxed.

He sat waiting on the sofa until a notification popped up on his phone from a number he knew well.

The message was short but precise. It got straight to the point.

He smiled and rose from his seat to open the door and welcome his guest.

(OOC): Ohh don't worry about that!! I'm traveling too and it might take me a while to reply. But everything's fine uwu

That wasn't the only thing he was contemplating while laying on a rooftop. Dinner. He knew he could eat in front of certain people, but did Aaron count under those people. Then again, would his face ruin the dinner for him. The uncertainty twisted in his stomach like a knife.

His nerves on fire as he watched the time tick by. Then it was time. Time to truly decide if he was really going to eat dinner with Aaron, he worried about ruining his impression of him. The twisting accompanied by the thumping of his heart against his ribs as he made his way down. His thumbs typing on the message thread with Aaron and the swoosh of a sent message. Noir stood outside the door until it opened.

Black Noir, in his full suit, stiffly presented in front of the host for tonight. His hands at his sides as he still felt his nerves make his hands twitch lightly. Thankfully he calmed them by moving as he was allowed inside. Taking in the sight of the small modest home.

(ooc: that reassuring. Also be safe traveling.🫶🏼)

Without saying anything, but in a comfortable silence, he let Noir into his house and then closed the door behind him.

Hey... Didn't I keep you waiting too long? I didn't want to be a bad host, and sorry if things look a little messy. I tidied up in a bit of a hurry.

A little nervously, he smoothed the curls of his short hair and went to the kitchen, where he took two glasses and poured water into one.

I don't know if you'd like anything else to drink. I have red wine, beer, and some juices.

He said from the kitchen as he poured water into both glasses.

Clearly from the smell in the kitchen, tonight's meal was made with care. The house smelt of the cooking which gave it more warmth than the touches of Aaron sprinkled in the home. Clearly coming here was better than going to Noir's place.

Earving wasn't going to push for something else. It was best to do water as it allowed him to drink better through the mask. So he shook and slowly approached Aaron. He gently took the glass, grazing his hand with his own. Taking the glass so lightly that his touch was like a feather. Earving then putting the glass to his mask letting it go through the fabric, wetting it just enough around his lips. He was completely nervous in front of him. Even as he acted so chill.

Noir then grabbed his phone to type. Message written:

"Well... I don't know how big a pasta fan you are, but anyway..."

Aaron opened the pan where a batch of small, yellowish squares were covered in white sauce.

"I made ravioli, and I wasn't sure if you preferred meat or vegetables, so I made a bit of both... which would you like?"

Noir gestured briefly to say he wanted vegetables. A small V was made in the air, in hopes that Aaron would get it. That way he didn't have to pull his phone out. Plus Noir believed that most people he worked with didn't know sign language. Which made him stick to the messages, writing, and small gestures that felt universal.

When Noir made a V sign, Aaron quickly understood that his guest preferred vegetables to meat.

"Alright, if you'd like, take a seat at the table while I serve."

Aaron felt comfortable having Noir in his home; he felt a certain warmth and ease in the company of this quiet superhuman.

Aaron served the ravioli on two plates. Vegetarian for Noir and a mix of both for himself.

"Have you seen anything interesting in my little house? I know it's not very big, but it's my little corner when I want my own space."

Noir didn't wish to speak on it or more have it be addressed. He needed to work through the possibility of being kicked out for how he looked. His mind still stuck in the past and the fact that Soldier Boy, the other day, had fucked with him a little. Drawing up memories of the past and how he has lived behind this mask for most of his life.

Aaron's question snapped Earving back into focus. Anything that seemed interesting? He didn't know what to say. Was it interesting that Aaron had a small home? Not the most eloquent thing to talk about. Possibly the few photos scattered around or the overall feeling of warmth of the place? Earving could say so much and so little, but he simply typed out a response.

It is nice. Warm. Home.

Simple statements and yet for Noir, it meant so much more.

"I'm so glad you feel comfortable here, and I hope you like the food too. It's been a while since I've had anyone over, and I'm happy you accepted."

Aaron finished tidying up a few things in the kitchen and sat down across from Noir. He noticed Noir looked a little tense, so he smiled at him kindly.

"Hey, you can relax. If anything makes you uncomfortable or bothers you, please tell me, okay?"

The last thing he wanted was for the other superhero to feel uncomfortable around him.

Aaron clasped his hands, bowed his head slightly, and closed his eyes for a quick prayer. When he turned to look at Noir, he coughed a little sheepishly.

"Sorry about that. I'm still trying to break the habit of saying a prayer before meals, but it's hard to do something you've been doing for years."

His thinking was a bit short lived as he heard the quiet mumble before the apology. Aaron was apologizing for a habit he grew into. Earving was curious as he wasn't as religious now, but knew those who pray usually believed it. So he typed out a question.

Didn't you pray before what you do now?

It's... It's kind of complicated. I mean... Going to church, praying, and being devoted to my beliefs is something I've always loved, but... Well... Now it's difficult because what I believed before now clashes with what I'm supposed to believe.

He felt he was saying too much and, wanting to banish the bitter thoughts that were creeping into his mind, he took a sip from his glass, the liquid easing the lump that was forming in his throat.

Sorry, it's quite a clash of beliefs that, at least for me, is difficult to manage.

Aaron noticed that Noir still looked a little tense, which worried Aaron.

Thankfully he wasn't the only one tensed or on edge due to personal information. Unfortunately Noir was the only one who still looked stiff and ridged even after some relief. The false realization had Earving shaking his hand and even trying to wave his hands in a way that screamed to not blame the conversation. There was fear and nerves playing in this game of what to say and what to do. Juggling too many balls at the level of an amateur. Each one fell to the ground until one was left. Earving needs to do something or at least say something.

Message written: I understand you. Distraught in being you. I want to eat. I don't know how you feel. Face is not normal.

Noir's typing was choppy just like always, but had a tiny bit of frantic speed to it.

I don't want to scare you. I'm enjoying this.

He had to be honest, he was curious to know what Noir looked like under the mask, but he also didn't want to make the other man uncomfortable.

After reading Noir's message, Aaron hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should get a little more intimate with him. He wasn't entirely sure, but perhaps a small demonstration that Noir could feel safe around him would be helpful.

A little apprehensive, he reached out and touched Noir's tense wrist in a small gesture of reassurance, then said,

"I'm really enjoying this too, and to be honest, I don't think I'm scared. But if it makes you feel more comfortable if I don't see anything, I can just keep an eye on my plate the whole time, and you can let me know when you're finished."

Instead of giving an answer the way he would, he simply lifted his free hand up slowly. There was some hesitation with his action as his hand froze halfway to his mask. That didn't stop him though. His hand continued the way up and took the fabric out from his collar and rolled it up slowly. The faint scarring on his neck grew until his jaw, it looked like a wild fire as he rolled the fabric past his crooked lips and over his burned scar nose. The protective part with the visor tilted up slightly as he tucked the fabric under to hold. Noir was frozen and still tense as he waited for what Aaron would react.

It wasn't like his leader, Homelander, or his leader's father, Soldier Boy, who usually described the scar as "disgusting" or, at best, "strange." What was so great about those comments? Aaron wasn't sure. Perhaps it might shock someone the first time, but he didn't find it unpleasant at all.

Aaron smiled kindly and genuinely, revealing the decoration on one of his fangs, and removed his hand from Noir's wrist.

"Then let's eat. Enjoy your meal, Noir."

He preferred not to comment further. He was afraid that any words that came out of his mouth would end up making Noir uncomfortable. He tried to choose his words as carefully as possible.

Would you like me to put on some background music? I think I have a Michael Jackson playlist on right now.

The question was thrown out there so that the atmosphere would be comfortable for both of them and so that they wouldn't be in complete silence while they ate.

Earving took up a fork and began to cut up the ravioli into smaller bites. That is the only issue Earving has found after the incident. He can't open his mouth all the way without a straining pain. So he eats things in small bites. He brought up the fork and blew softly on the warm ravioli. Noir ate the bite before humming to Aaron's question.

Noir typed out a message:

This is great. Music is good.

He truly felt comfortable in this moment. Aaron is making him comfortable and truly welcomed here.

It seems that soldier boys ability is automatically activated by this music, which is useful on the battle field but cannot be used given he'll target whoever he sees as threatening or an enemy to himself.

Be wary and safe, we are removing all russian components from the tower to prevent incidents after a test I personally ran.

-🦇 anon

There was a pause in Noir's stance. As though he was figuring out whether that information was useful to his own personal problems or if that was just a warning in general. His mask hid his melted expressions and finally gave a slow nod. Confirming that everything this bat warned him about was understood.

Oh, and if you catch anyone trying to purposely break this rule to harm our citizens, I think you know what to do.

(//he is in human form)

@noirunhallowedbrain

It seems that soldier boys ability is automatically activated by this music, which is useful on the battle field but cannot be used given he'll target whoever he sees as threatening or an enemy to himself.

Be wary and safe, we are removing all russian components from the tower to prevent incidents after a test I personally ran.

-🦇 anon

There was a pause in Noir's stance. As though he was figuring out whether that information was useful to his own personal problems or if that was just a warning in general. His mask hid his melted expressions and finally gave a slow nod. Confirming that everything this bat warned him about was understood.

Oh, and if you catch anyone trying to purposely break this rule to harm our citizens, I think you know what to do.

(//he is in human form)

@noirunhallowedbrain

Here.

- @noirunhallowedbrain

(ooc: sorry I'm late. I get invited to a wedding as a plus 1)

After a rather busy day—and having shed everything associated with his public life as an overseer of the Church of Homelander—he finally made it to his private apartment. It was a place far removed from the public eye where he could truly unwind; he had even taken the trouble to shop for the ingredients for dinner. His home wasn't excessively large; it was modest but comfortable.

Anticipating his long-awaited visitor, Aaron busied himself tidying and cleaning the apartment. He only received guests there when he truly wanted to get away from it all, so the place sometimes suffered from neglect.

After putting everything in order and preparing ravioli for dinner, he freshened up. He didn't go for anything elaborate like his hero suit—just something a bit more casual and relaxed.

He sat waiting on the sofa until a notification popped up on his phone from a number he knew well.

The message was short but precise. It got straight to the point.

He smiled and rose from his seat to open the door and welcome his guest.

(OOC): Ohh don't worry about that!! I'm traveling too and it might take me a while to reply. But everything's fine uwu

That wasn't the only thing he was contemplating while laying on a rooftop. Dinner. He knew he could eat in front of certain people, but did Aaron count under those people. Then again, would his face ruin the dinner for him. The uncertainty twisted in his stomach like a knife.

His nerves on fire as he watched the time tick by. Then it was time. Time to truly decide if he was really going to eat dinner with Aaron, he worried about ruining his impression of him. The twisting accompanied by the thumping of his heart against his ribs as he made his way down. His thumbs typing on the message thread with Aaron and the swoosh of a sent message. Noir stood outside the door until it opened.

Black Noir, in his full suit, stiffly presented in front of the host for tonight. His hands at his sides as he still felt his nerves make his hands twitch lightly. Thankfully he calmed them by moving as he was allowed inside. Taking in the sight of the small modest home.

(ooc: that reassuring. Also be safe traveling.🫶🏼)

Without saying anything, but in a comfortable silence, he let Noir into his house and then closed the door behind him.

Hey... Didn't I keep you waiting too long? I didn't want to be a bad host, and sorry if things look a little messy. I tidied up in a bit of a hurry.

A little nervously, he smoothed the curls of his short hair and went to the kitchen, where he took two glasses and poured water into one.

I don't know if you'd like anything else to drink. I have red wine, beer, and some juices.

He said from the kitchen as he poured water into both glasses.

Clearly from the smell in the kitchen, tonight's meal was made with care. The house smelt of the cooking which gave it more warmth than the touches of Aaron sprinkled in the home. Clearly coming here was better than going to Noir's place.

Earving wasn't going to push for something else. It was best to do water as it allowed him to drink better through the mask. So he shook and slowly approached Aaron. He gently took the glass, grazing his hand with his own. Taking the glass so lightly that his touch was like a feather. Earving then putting the glass to his mask letting it go through the fabric, wetting it just enough around his lips. He was completely nervous in front of him. Even as he acted so chill.

Noir then grabbed his phone to type. Message written:

"Well... I don't know how big a pasta fan you are, but anyway..."

Aaron opened the pan where a batch of small, yellowish squares were covered in white sauce.

"I made ravioli, and I wasn't sure if you preferred meat or vegetables, so I made a bit of both... which would you like?"

Noir gestured briefly to say he wanted vegetables. A small V was made in the air, in hopes that Aaron would get it. That way he didn't have to pull his phone out. Plus Noir believed that most people he worked with didn't know sign language. Which made him stick to the messages, writing, and small gestures that felt universal.

When Noir made a V sign, Aaron quickly understood that his guest preferred vegetables to meat.

"Alright, if you'd like, take a seat at the table while I serve."

Aaron felt comfortable having Noir in his home; he felt a certain warmth and ease in the company of this quiet superhuman.

Aaron served the ravioli on two plates. Vegetarian for Noir and a mix of both for himself.

"Have you seen anything interesting in my little house? I know it's not very big, but it's my little corner when I want my own space."

Noir didn't wish to speak on it or more have it be addressed. He needed to work through the possibility of being kicked out for how he looked. His mind still stuck in the past and the fact that Soldier Boy, the other day, had fucked with him a little. Drawing up memories of the past and how he has lived behind this mask for most of his life.

Aaron's question snapped Earving back into focus. Anything that seemed interesting? He didn't know what to say. Was it interesting that Aaron had a small home? Not the most eloquent thing to talk about. Possibly the few photos scattered around or the overall feeling of warmth of the place? Earving could say so much and so little, but he simply typed out a response.

It is nice. Warm. Home.

Simple statements and yet for Noir, it meant so much more.

"I'm so glad you feel comfortable here, and I hope you like the food too. It's been a while since I've had anyone over, and I'm happy you accepted."

Aaron finished tidying up a few things in the kitchen and sat down across from Noir. He noticed Noir looked a little tense, so he smiled at him kindly.

"Hey, you can relax. If anything makes you uncomfortable or bothers you, please tell me, okay?"

The last thing he wanted was for the other superhero to feel uncomfortable around him.

Aaron clasped his hands, bowed his head slightly, and closed his eyes for a quick prayer. When he turned to look at Noir, he coughed a little sheepishly.

"Sorry about that. I'm still trying to break the habit of saying a prayer before meals, but it's hard to do something you've been doing for years."

His thinking was a bit short lived as he heard the quiet mumble before the apology. Aaron was apologizing for a habit he grew into. Earving was curious as he wasn't as religious now, but knew those who pray usually believed it. So he typed out a question.

Didn't you pray before what you do now?

It's... It's kind of complicated. I mean... Going to church, praying, and being devoted to my beliefs is something I've always loved, but... Well... Now it's difficult because what I believed before now clashes with what I'm supposed to believe.

He felt he was saying too much and, wanting to banish the bitter thoughts that were creeping into his mind, he took a sip from his glass, the liquid easing the lump that was forming in his throat.

Sorry, it's quite a clash of beliefs that, at least for me, is difficult to manage.

Aaron noticed that Noir still looked a little tense, which worried Aaron.

Thankfully he wasn't the only one tensed or on edge due to personal information. Unfortunately Noir was the only one who still looked stiff and ridged even after some relief. The false realization had Earving shaking his hand and even trying to wave his hands in a way that screamed to not blame the conversation. There was fear and nerves playing in this game of what to say and what to do. Juggling too many balls at the level of an amateur. Each one fell to the ground until one was left. Earving needs to do something or at least say something.

Message written: I understand you. Distraught in being you. I want to eat. I don't know how you feel. Face is not normal.

Noir's typing was choppy just like always, but had a tiny bit of frantic speed to it.

I don't want to scare you. I'm enjoying this.

He had to be honest, he was curious to know what Noir looked like under the mask, but he also didn't want to make the other man uncomfortable.

After reading Noir's message, Aaron hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should get a little more intimate with him. He wasn't entirely sure, but perhaps a small demonstration that Noir could feel safe around him would be helpful.

A little apprehensive, he reached out and touched Noir's tense wrist in a small gesture of reassurance, then said,

"I'm really enjoying this too, and to be honest, I don't think I'm scared. But if it makes you feel more comfortable if I don't see anything, I can just keep an eye on my plate the whole time, and you can let me know when you're finished."

Instead of giving an answer the way he would, he simply lifted his free hand up slowly. There was some hesitation with his action as his hand froze halfway to his mask. That didn't stop him though. His hand continued the way up and took the fabric out from his collar and rolled it up slowly. The faint scarring on his neck grew until his jaw, it looked like a wild fire as he rolled the fabric past his crooked lips and over his burned scar nose. The protective part with the visor tilted up slightly as he tucked the fabric under to hold. Noir was frozen and still tense as he waited for what Aaron would react.

Here.

- @noirunhallowedbrain

(ooc: sorry I'm late. I get invited to a wedding as a plus 1)

After a rather busy day—and having shed everything associated with his public life as an overseer of the Church of Homelander—he finally made it to his private apartment. It was a place far removed from the public eye where he could truly unwind; he had even taken the trouble to shop for the ingredients for dinner. His home wasn't excessively large; it was modest but comfortable.

Anticipating his long-awaited visitor, Aaron busied himself tidying and cleaning the apartment. He only received guests there when he truly wanted to get away from it all, so the place sometimes suffered from neglect.

After putting everything in order and preparing ravioli for dinner, he freshened up. He didn't go for anything elaborate like his hero suit—just something a bit more casual and relaxed.

He sat waiting on the sofa until a notification popped up on his phone from a number he knew well.

The message was short but precise. It got straight to the point.

He smiled and rose from his seat to open the door and welcome his guest.

(OOC): Ohh don't worry about that!! I'm traveling too and it might take me a while to reply. But everything's fine uwu

That wasn't the only thing he was contemplating while laying on a rooftop. Dinner. He knew he could eat in front of certain people, but did Aaron count under those people. Then again, would his face ruin the dinner for him. The uncertainty twisted in his stomach like a knife.

His nerves on fire as he watched the time tick by. Then it was time. Time to truly decide if he was really going to eat dinner with Aaron, he worried about ruining his impression of him. The twisting accompanied by the thumping of his heart against his ribs as he made his way down. His thumbs typing on the message thread with Aaron and the swoosh of a sent message. Noir stood outside the door until it opened.

Black Noir, in his full suit, stiffly presented in front of the host for tonight. His hands at his sides as he still felt his nerves make his hands twitch lightly. Thankfully he calmed them by moving as he was allowed inside. Taking in the sight of the small modest home.

(ooc: that reassuring. Also be safe traveling.🫶🏼)

Without saying anything, but in a comfortable silence, he let Noir into his house and then closed the door behind him.

Hey... Didn't I keep you waiting too long? I didn't want to be a bad host, and sorry if things look a little messy. I tidied up in a bit of a hurry.

A little nervously, he smoothed the curls of his short hair and went to the kitchen, where he took two glasses and poured water into one.

I don't know if you'd like anything else to drink. I have red wine, beer, and some juices.

He said from the kitchen as he poured water into both glasses.

Clearly from the smell in the kitchen, tonight's meal was made with care. The house smelt of the cooking which gave it more warmth than the touches of Aaron sprinkled in the home. Clearly coming here was better than going to Noir's place.

Earving wasn't going to push for something else. It was best to do water as it allowed him to drink better through the mask. So he shook and slowly approached Aaron. He gently took the glass, grazing his hand with his own. Taking the glass so lightly that his touch was like a feather. Earving then putting the glass to his mask letting it go through the fabric, wetting it just enough around his lips. He was completely nervous in front of him. Even as he acted so chill.

Noir then grabbed his phone to type. Message written:

"Well... I don't know how big a pasta fan you are, but anyway..."

Aaron opened the pan where a batch of small, yellowish squares were covered in white sauce.

"I made ravioli, and I wasn't sure if you preferred meat or vegetables, so I made a bit of both... which would you like?"

Noir gestured briefly to say he wanted vegetables. A small V was made in the air, in hopes that Aaron would get it. That way he didn't have to pull his phone out. Plus Noir believed that most people he worked with didn't know sign language. Which made him stick to the messages, writing, and small gestures that felt universal.

When Noir made a V sign, Aaron quickly understood that his guest preferred vegetables to meat.

"Alright, if you'd like, take a seat at the table while I serve."

Aaron felt comfortable having Noir in his home; he felt a certain warmth and ease in the company of this quiet superhuman.

Aaron served the ravioli on two plates. Vegetarian for Noir and a mix of both for himself.

"Have you seen anything interesting in my little house? I know it's not very big, but it's my little corner when I want my own space."

Noir didn't wish to speak on it or more have it be addressed. He needed to work through the possibility of being kicked out for how he looked. His mind still stuck in the past and the fact that Soldier Boy, the other day, had fucked with him a little. Drawing up memories of the past and how he has lived behind this mask for most of his life.

Aaron's question snapped Earving back into focus. Anything that seemed interesting? He didn't know what to say. Was it interesting that Aaron had a small home? Not the most eloquent thing to talk about. Possibly the few photos scattered around or the overall feeling of warmth of the place? Earving could say so much and so little, but he simply typed out a response.

It is nice. Warm. Home.

Simple statements and yet for Noir, it meant so much more.

"I'm so glad you feel comfortable here, and I hope you like the food too. It's been a while since I've had anyone over, and I'm happy you accepted."

Aaron finished tidying up a few things in the kitchen and sat down across from Noir. He noticed Noir looked a little tense, so he smiled at him kindly.

"Hey, you can relax. If anything makes you uncomfortable or bothers you, please tell me, okay?"

The last thing he wanted was for the other superhero to feel uncomfortable around him.

Aaron clasped his hands, bowed his head slightly, and closed his eyes for a quick prayer. When he turned to look at Noir, he coughed a little sheepishly.

"Sorry about that. I'm still trying to break the habit of saying a prayer before meals, but it's hard to do something you've been doing for years."

His thinking was a bit short lived as he heard the quiet mumble before the apology. Aaron was apologizing for a habit he grew into. Earving was curious as he wasn't as religious now, but knew those who pray usually believed it. So he typed out a question.

Didn't you pray before what you do now?

It's... It's kind of complicated. I mean... Going to church, praying, and being devoted to my beliefs is something I've always loved, but... Well... Now it's difficult because what I believed before now clashes with what I'm supposed to believe.

He felt he was saying too much and, wanting to banish the bitter thoughts that were creeping into his mind, he took a sip from his glass, the liquid easing the lump that was forming in his throat.

Sorry, it's quite a clash of beliefs that, at least for me, is difficult to manage.

Aaron noticed that Noir still looked a little tense, which worried Aaron.

Thankfully he wasn't the only one tensed or on edge due to personal information. Unfortunately Noir was the only one who still looked stiff and ridged even after some relief. The false realization had Earving shaking his hand and even trying to wave his hands in a way that screamed to not blame the conversation. There was fear and nerves playing in this game of what to say and what to do. Juggling too many balls at the level of an amateur. Each one fell to the ground until one was left. Earving needs to do something or at least say something.

Message written: I understand you. Distraught in being you. I want to eat. I don't know how you feel. Face is not normal.

Noir's typing was choppy just like always, but had a tiny bit of frantic speed to it.

I don't want to scare you. I'm enjoying this.

Here.

- @noirunhallowedbrain

(ooc: sorry I'm late. I get invited to a wedding as a plus 1)

After a rather busy day—and having shed everything associated with his public life as an overseer of the Church of Homelander—he finally made it to his private apartment. It was a place far removed from the public eye where he could truly unwind; he had even taken the trouble to shop for the ingredients for dinner. His home wasn't excessively large; it was modest but comfortable.

Anticipating his long-awaited visitor, Aaron busied himself tidying and cleaning the apartment. He only received guests there when he truly wanted to get away from it all, so the place sometimes suffered from neglect.

After putting everything in order and preparing ravioli for dinner, he freshened up. He didn't go for anything elaborate like his hero suit—just something a bit more casual and relaxed.

He sat waiting on the sofa until a notification popped up on his phone from a number he knew well.

The message was short but precise. It got straight to the point.

He smiled and rose from his seat to open the door and welcome his guest.

(OOC): Ohh don't worry about that!! I'm traveling too and it might take me a while to reply. But everything's fine uwu

That wasn't the only thing he was contemplating while laying on a rooftop. Dinner. He knew he could eat in front of certain people, but did Aaron count under those people. Then again, would his face ruin the dinner for him. The uncertainty twisted in his stomach like a knife.

His nerves on fire as he watched the time tick by. Then it was time. Time to truly decide if he was really going to eat dinner with Aaron, he worried about ruining his impression of him. The twisting accompanied by the thumping of his heart against his ribs as he made his way down. His thumbs typing on the message thread with Aaron and the swoosh of a sent message. Noir stood outside the door until it opened.

Black Noir, in his full suit, stiffly presented in front of the host for tonight. His hands at his sides as he still felt his nerves make his hands twitch lightly. Thankfully he calmed them by moving as he was allowed inside. Taking in the sight of the small modest home.

(ooc: that reassuring. Also be safe traveling.🫶🏼)

Without saying anything, but in a comfortable silence, he let Noir into his house and then closed the door behind him.

Hey... Didn't I keep you waiting too long? I didn't want to be a bad host, and sorry if things look a little messy. I tidied up in a bit of a hurry.

A little nervously, he smoothed the curls of his short hair and went to the kitchen, where he took two glasses and poured water into one.

I don't know if you'd like anything else to drink. I have red wine, beer, and some juices.

He said from the kitchen as he poured water into both glasses.

Clearly from the smell in the kitchen, tonight's meal was made with care. The house smelt of the cooking which gave it more warmth than the touches of Aaron sprinkled in the home. Clearly coming here was better than going to Noir's place.

Earving wasn't going to push for something else. It was best to do water as it allowed him to drink better through the mask. So he shook and slowly approached Aaron. He gently took the glass, grazing his hand with his own. Taking the glass so lightly that his touch was like a feather. Earving then putting the glass to his mask letting it go through the fabric, wetting it just enough around his lips. He was completely nervous in front of him. Even as he acted so chill.

Noir then grabbed his phone to type. Message written:

"Well... I don't know how big a pasta fan you are, but anyway..."

Aaron opened the pan where a batch of small, yellowish squares were covered in white sauce.

"I made ravioli, and I wasn't sure if you preferred meat or vegetables, so I made a bit of both... which would you like?"

Noir gestured briefly to say he wanted vegetables. A small V was made in the air, in hopes that Aaron would get it. That way he didn't have to pull his phone out. Plus Noir believed that most people he worked with didn't know sign language. Which made him stick to the messages, writing, and small gestures that felt universal.

When Noir made a V sign, Aaron quickly understood that his guest preferred vegetables to meat.

"Alright, if you'd like, take a seat at the table while I serve."

Aaron felt comfortable having Noir in his home; he felt a certain warmth and ease in the company of this quiet superhuman.

Aaron served the ravioli on two plates. Vegetarian for Noir and a mix of both for himself.

"Have you seen anything interesting in my little house? I know it's not very big, but it's my little corner when I want my own space."

Noir didn't wish to speak on it or more have it be addressed. He needed to work through the possibility of being kicked out for how he looked. His mind still stuck in the past and the fact that Soldier Boy, the other day, had fucked with him a little. Drawing up memories of the past and how he has lived behind this mask for most of his life.

Aaron's question snapped Earving back into focus. Anything that seemed interesting? He didn't know what to say. Was it interesting that Aaron had a small home? Not the most eloquent thing to talk about. Possibly the few photos scattered around or the overall feeling of warmth of the place? Earving could say so much and so little, but he simply typed out a response.

It is nice. Warm. Home.

Simple statements and yet for Noir, it meant so much more.

"I'm so glad you feel comfortable here, and I hope you like the food too. It's been a while since I've had anyone over, and I'm happy you accepted."

Aaron finished tidying up a few things in the kitchen and sat down across from Noir. He noticed Noir looked a little tense, so he smiled at him kindly.

"Hey, you can relax. If anything makes you uncomfortable or bothers you, please tell me, okay?"

The last thing he wanted was for the other superhero to feel uncomfortable around him.

Aaron clasped his hands, bowed his head slightly, and closed his eyes for a quick prayer. When he turned to look at Noir, he coughed a little sheepishly.

"Sorry about that. I'm still trying to break the habit of saying a prayer before meals, but it's hard to do something you've been doing for years."

His thinking was a bit short lived as he heard the quiet mumble before the apology. Aaron was apologizing for a habit he grew into. Earving was curious as he wasn't as religious now, but knew those who pray usually believed it. So he typed out a question.

Didn't you pray before what you do now?