#noah kramer

After what had happened at the Embassy, Miguel had decided to switch his attention to spending an evening at Dionysus— where admittedly it seemed as though the staff was even more distracted. He swept a tip or two into his pocket, but that only really made the balance of about ten euros, enough for a a drink or two he supposed as he leaned against the bar top to order. The bar tender was headed his way when his attention shifted behind him, where a blonde crown of hair and cornflower coloured eyes struck him in recognition. Noah. Gesturing to the bartender to wait, the werewolf twisted in his seat, lifting his chin in greeting, despite how his next words were accusatory. “You never called me.”

location: some nice restaurant in town

Sitting in restaurants felt foolish, but Felix liked the semblance of normalcy— he enjoyed the idea that this was a routine he could easily fall into, that sat there looking at the menu, the vampire was just like everyone else. It wasn’t a dislike for what he was that put him there, but rather, an urgent sense of nostalgia. The food on the menu all sounded like things he would have enjoyed when he was human, but now they were pointless, a waste of time and energy to keep up a charade. Still, he ordered a glass of wine and was determined to find something that he could order when he looked up around the room, seeking out inspiration from the plates of those around him. A lobster covered in butter, some steak— and a man, sat alone, with blue eyes rimmed in red. His brows tugged in and he studied him further, golden features that were cast down, peering at the same menu. Drawn to the scene, Felix stood, carrying his wine with him to the empty chair across from the man. It was then that he recognized him as something magic— with warmth that spilled from his skin and settled between them, even as far apart as they were. “I’m having trouble deciding too,” the vampire said gently, gesturing to the menu, “Maybe we can help each other pick something?”

“Hey,” Syd looked up from her phone when a familiar flash of golden hair caught her attention— lifting a hand up as she canceled an order that came in. It was near the end of the month, which meant that she was working more and doing deliveries every day, and when the flower shop closed, she busied herself with the dinner rush. She recognized him, the guy who kept getting comfort food delivered to that big villa estate by the beach; and had begun to fixate upon his smile, how blue his gaze was. “Sorry,” she said, realizing she had stopped him and hadn’t of said anything yet. “It’s just kind of neat to see you when I’m not working, you’re Noah right?”

Finding his little brother was not going as Monty had planned. He’d sidled up to the hospital with a half baked plan, but as he now stood in the paediatrics ward, surrounded by irate women in scrubs, a doctor that was much smaller than he, and a few children who were delighted by the distraction- he was beginning to realize that perhaps he should have started off on a better foot.

“I need to see a nurse.” Monty insisted, shaking off a hand that reached for his forearm.

“No, not you.”

Sir you’re in the paediatrics ward. The doctor was insistent of this fact, and the trickster rolled his eyes, mumbling something about how this was proving to be an enormous waste of time. For his spectators he put on the face of the doctor, exaggerated like a caricature. One of the patients clapped in glee, and Monty tipped his imaginary hat.

“I’m looking for one of your nurses,” he wrestled his arm away from another nurse, “Can you fuck off? He’s blonde, looks a lot like me, probably not as handsome but he’s younger, so I guess that’s up to preference.” The kobalos elbow met the doctor’s side as he tried to grip at him, and a subsequent Code White trilled through the building a moment later. Monty sighed, “This is fucking ridiculous.”

As the words were leaving his mouth, he saw him. Noah, the same as always- and yet, more grown up. A smile reached his face and he pushed past the staff that was trying poorly to keep him under control. “Little brother!”

Despite the ability with his ring to walk during the day, Mateo still found himself living a rather nocturnal life style. His work and usual habits lent well to it, allowing him to emerge from his apartment when the sun had long set, roaming the streets looking for trouble that was otherwise missing during the day. Today however, a restless inability to settle down during daylight hours had pulled him from his home, and he walked through the farmer’s market pretending to care about the wares and vegetables that were put up for sale.

He saw him there, between two vendors. Golden hair and clever eyes, Mateo’s brows knit as he tried to piece together the years. He’d be older now, but his mind still held memory of a boy so long ago; scared and bruised, hungry in the midst of an unforgiving scene. He had reminded the vampire of himself, back then, as if he held the very image of a future that Ana had saved him from. Mateo let out a breath, trying to piece together what else had changed. Warm, he was too warm. Untouched by fever, but still not the same. Finally, he reached out with his hand to grab onto his forearm, to tether him closer when he said his name. “Noah?”

Miguel stuck the spoon of vanilla pudding in his mouth, polishing off the bowl before he cast it aside with the rest of the meagre meal set out by his hospital bed. He’d been admitted into the emergency room for several broken ribs and a broken arm, flanked by the horrified couple that had hit him with their car, but after gritted teeth assurances that he’d be fine but just needed some cash to cover the costs, they cut him a cheque and left him to recover in peace. The werewolf, after the course of no more than an hour, was now nearly mended in full and fed, was ready to also carry on with his day. Reaching out, Miguel drew the privacy curtain aside just a little, whistling to catch the attention of one of the nurses walking by. Golden hair and ocean blue eyes caught his attention, and he passed off a smile. “Hey, a little help in here?”

“Hi,” Miri called out, bounding towards the nurse. She’d come to visit Dio at work, but he was off doing something important— shooing her off and away from the unit to tell her to find someone else to harass. She decided to do just that, and clutching a coffee that she had got with the intention of passing off to her brother, she held it out to the blonde who leaned against the wall, checking his phone. “Do you want this?” Her other hand held her typical iced coffee and she snagged the straw for a noisy sip. “I brought it for my brother but he decided he just doesn’t have the time for me today, and waste not want not.” She was close enough now to realize that he was a phoenix, identifiable by the bright streak of magic that surrounded him. Her chin tipped towards the cell in his grip, “Is it someone important, or can I keep bothering you?”