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niiveusx:
    The smile remained upon the boyâs countenance as also seemed it would last longer than expected due to the blondâs gentle words towards both of them. His mere playful behaviour after the childâs statement over the plushâs new name was considered pleasant & sincere, thus causing Ciel to keep a content curve on his lips. Before Noelâs reaction Ciel wondered whether the other would like it or not, placing his name on the toy⌠to some might be considered an insult, yet barely those individuals knew about the real meaning behind a toy to a child.
    â Iâve heard   when two individuals share same name theyâre attached somehowâŚ
    perhaps    it was meant to be, right ? âÂ
    Blue orbs gazed at the stuffed animal one last time while handing the plush to the stranger.  Â
  he was not one of those individuals who think of toys as something insignificant or useless: on the contrary, he knew well how children grew attached to them and made them their confidants when they did not have any friends. He had seen too many little eyes shine in true happiness when they were given a new plush, maybe the one they had wished for for so long!, to consider toys nothing but mere objects. He would have ended up belittling himself too if he had thought that. If Ciel wanted to use his name to call his rabbit, he was more than welcome: Noel would not be offended, especially because his name had always been meant to belong to a toy. It felt right, like a book placed on the right shelf after years.
   âReally?â The surprise in his voice was not feigned. He let out a soft laughter, amused by that discover. âWho knows. Destiny works in weird ways, doesnât it?â The doll maker gently took the plush in his hands and looked at it for a few seconds before asking: âSay, Ciel, are you all alone here?â The town was relatively calm and free of dangers ( except for him, of course ), yet leaving a child in the park like that was not a wise move anyway. He wondered what kind of parents Cielâs were.
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their voice, how they deal with grief, how they like to dress, their theme, their dreams
Describe Your OC
1: their voice
noelâs voice could be described as bright: whenever he is calm and relaxed, there will always be happy notes in his voice, showing his genuinely sunny personality. when he is nervous, though, he stutters a little and has more difficulties with keeping his voice cheerful, and it usually ends up sounding as if he was forcing himself to speak in that tone.
6:how they deal with grief
noel is a very emotional person, and he doesnât feel ashamed of showing his grief and pain. if he feels like crying, he does it, uncaring of what people around him will think of him: he will not bottle up his feelings for no one. tears aside, one can see he is grieving bu the way he loses his good mood and remains motionless for long times, as if he didnât know what to do or say anymore.
7:how they like to dress
he dresses in a simple yet elegant way, preferring trousers which arenât jeans and shirts; casual clothes would be a rare sight to see in his wardrobe. he uses clothes of the same kind though older when he is in his workshop, little minding if he rips or ruins them. when he has to go to a clientâs house or to travel out of town he puts on more better clothes - of the same kind of those he wears daily but made of better fabric. he doesnât care much about fashion, he just likes being tidy and in order in front of his customers.
9:their theme
Dollhouse by Melanie Martinez.
16:their dreams
he doesnât have many dreams: he wishes he will be able to keep his shop and job till death occurs. life is giving him all he needs at the moment, despite all the bad times.

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niiveusx:
â Noel⌠Noel.â It suited him and its sound was quite easy to utter. â I like it, your name. Mine is Ciel. â The otherâs name was ideal to his bunny as well, they somehow resemble each other, being both of them blonds⌠ âIt matches⌠â he mumbled while two blue orbs stared at his animal plush. Suddenly the younger raised his posture, getting to his feet. He was not entirely sure whether should trust the other so easily, but at least apparently he would not cause any harm against Ciel. Small hands approached the bunny towards the stranger while a sweet smile was painted over his lips. â Noel wants to say hi.âÂ
   "yours is really a pretty name.â Ciel did not have to worry about him: he liked children and was unable to hurt anyone, especially if they were so young and harmless. Besides, there was not any headache approaching, which could be only a good sign; and if he sensed one was coming, he would have time enough to walk back to his shop and lock himself in his room before it was too late ( or so he hoped ). He would stop himself before he hurt any child.
   He watched at Ciel in curiosity, then laughed when he held his bunny up and told him his name. âWhy, Noel, I say hi to you too.â He took the little pay with his fingers and gently shook it, paying attention he would not break it. âWhat a coincidence, I have the same name as yours...â
Describe Your OC
1: their voice
2: their smile
3: their greatest achievement
4: their insecurities
5: their shortcomings
6: how they deal with grief
7: how they like to dress
8: what they like to eat
9: their theme
10: their fashion sense
11: their family life
12: their romantic life
13: their embarrassing memory from years ago
14: how they react to burning their tongue on food
15: how they react to a brainfreeze
16: their dreams
17: their ambitions
18: how they sleep
19: their reaction to betrayal
20: their reaction to a mystery love letter
21: how they react to pain
22: what they're like on two hours of sleep
23: how they act when they're sick
24: what motivates them
25: why you enjoy them
i swear to god i never saw a more ic icon for noel.
niiveusx:
a soft sound has passed between his lips to claim his appreciation. â   thank you â Ocean hues gazed to his precious bunny plush, with a shade of a pale cream dressed such as sailor, a few shades of blue plus a small hat between its ears. Fragile arms embranced the toy as a smile sprouted over the boyâs lips. Ciel laid down on the ground, outstretching his arms to the sun, putting the bunny up staring at the young noble. Soon heard the otherâs question, his attention passed to the older. He has never thought of a name to his bunny. No⌠he had called once in awhile different names but not a fixed one, and other times just âbunnyâ worked. â   whatâs your name ? â
   there was something oddly calming in watching children playing with their toys, thus why all of Noelâs body seemed to relax, any sign of stress which had been on his face during the past days ( working on too many commissions all together had a bad effect on his health, but he could not help himself ) disappearing and being replaced by a smile and eyes mirroring sun rays. His question was left unanswered and another one was asked back. âItâs Noel.â Words rolled out of his mouth, lips never curving downwards. âAnd yours?âÂ
illusivedoll:
There it is after her comment as an attempt to trigger a response there wasnât even a hint of emotion across his face. Heâs lack of emotion from their last encounter had made her more interested in seeing how he ticked. How much could one individual take from simple comments that slowly chipped away at you before you finally break? It was a simple question that Road wanted to find the answer to today by visiting him. âYouâre surprised huh? Wouldnât it be normal for a costumer to visit a shop that they like a second time?â He did sell dolls which is something that Road quite enjoyed owning but she preferred rare dolls that stood out. âLetâs see I have a preference for dolls that are one of a kind but I have to see it in order to know that.â She scanned over the shelves containing dolls before looking back at him. âCome to think of it, I donât think we introduced ourselves last time I was here. My name is Road Kamelot and what is yours?â
   nervousness was a trait of his nature he would, alas, never be able to completely erase, but as years passed he had learned how to tame it and conceal it so that others would not notice it too much. A method which, unfortunately, sometimes did not work, but he was not someone who would give up easily on anything.Â
   There was something in the way she pronounced the world dolls which sent shivers down his spine, unsure if it had been his human part to react or the OTHER one, but he ignored it. If he behaved as usual she would be out of his shop soon and he would be able to sit on the counter and take a deep breath, as if he had been holding it for the whole time she had been there. The thought of such future ârewardâ made the whole situation a little more bearable to him. âThe dolls you see are all those I have in my shop at the moment. But if youâre looking for something more peculiar, I can make one for you on a commission.â Talking about his job seemed to calm him down a little, lifting the weight on the chest a little. Her remark made his eyes sparkle in realization for a moment and he took a step forward, ( unwillingly ) stretching his hand out for her to shake it. âNoel Merveille. Itâs a pleasure to meet you, Miss Kamelot.â Whether it was ACTUALLY going to be a pleasure or not, he still had to find out.

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thenoahofdreams:
    She was sent out on a mission which she had completed flawlessly within a short period of time (mostly because she couldnât bear Leroâs bickering anymore) and was now enjoying the lively atmosphere of the townspeople (so unaware of what she was and what she was capable of).
    It wasnât simple carelessness as she dropped the golem in the form of a pink umbrella. Road knew that it would play along - the street was too packed for it to speak and move and attract unnecessary attention. And so she moved on, happily whistling a tune just to be interrupted by a voice. At first the Noah hadnât thought that the boy called out to her in particular, but once the word âumbrellaâ was stated, she had no choice but slow down and turn around to see a boy (seemingly around her age) holding the golem, waving it at her.
    Road put on a smile as the figure gradually closed in on her. âThank you! I hadnât even noticed it missing!â - at least that wasnât a complete lie - whether or not Lero was there didnât matter, at least not when all it did was nagging at her. She took a moment to briefly glance at the other before she continued. âYou know what? For bringing me back my umbrella, I think I should treat you to something! Do you like sweets?â
   he did hope the girl he had seen dropping the umbrella would hear this voice in all that crowd and understand he was addressing her, and there was relieve in his face and on his features when she eventually turned and stopped, smiling as he approached her. Physical strength was something he clearly lacked ( that was what happened when your body was quite fragile and you stay in a shop or work in a lab almost all day long ), but luck this time had been on his side and had spared him the pain of running through all the city center. Thankfully.
   When he caught up with the girl he gave himself a few seconds to make his breath and heartbeat come back to their usual pace, and when he was finally ready he looked at her, smiling back though still panting a little. âYouâreâyouâre welcome.â He handed the umbrella back to her, and only as he stretched his arm out to give it back to its owner he noticed its unusual color and shape. She had to come from another village or maybe from a big city, for he had never seen objects of that kind in town. How curios.Â
   Her offer of a reward caught him by surprise, and indeed his eyes opened up wide in surprise for a little, then he replied, still smiling: âThereâs no need to. I just did what everyone elseâd have done.â Or maybe no one else would have picked the umbrella from the ground and run after her. Who knows.
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2op4u:
       The longer he waited, the more thoughtful Kazuto became on the situation. Here he was standing in the doorway to a little shop ( not an actual department store what a surprise ) possibly wishing to buy a nice gift for Asuna. Considering all theyâd been through together, he desired to at least get her a little something else. Would she like a doll? He, of course, wasnât big on dolls or anything close to such an object. He never once asked if Asuna liked dolls herself, but he figured this was a hand-crafted store, so she might appreciate the gesture which came from his heart ( just the two of them being together was probably enough for his girlfriend, though ).Â
       Soon enough, gaze shifted at the sound of a voice to turn upon the direction which it came from so suddenly. As his eyes fell upon the craftsman, it baffled the youth somewhat. Kazuto expected an older gentleman to have walked into his presence by the looks of the little store. He hardly let that matter cross his features. What more-so caught his attention was the appearance of the other. Had he really been putting things in order? Best he not judge someone he hardly even knew. After all, his own perception could be off and nothing really was the matter in the least.
                    â Uhâ Um, yes.                                     You see, I was hoping to possibly get a doll as a gift for someone. â
   as long as he was not asked questions about his current appearance, everything would be fine. And even if such an event as to occur, he did not doubt he would manage to come up with an excuse. Despite him being honest by nature ( he would never rob someone or give them false information about his dolls ) he had had to build quite some castle of lies in order to stay alive; thatâs necessary when you are not supposed to exist, to be alive as a human being ( or, at least, as a creature who resembled humans almost in everything ). He could always say some objects had fallen on him while he was putting them in a closet. It did not sound so improbable.Â
   The new customer, though, did not seem interested in knowing more about what had happened on the upper floor, and Noel silently thanked him. Now that he was back in his habitat he felt much better, and the beating of the drums inside his head had disappeared, letting him think clearly after his moment of MADNESS. He did not now when the next crisis would be, but probably not on that day. It had never happened, and he doubted it would start happening right in that moment. âWell, there are plenty of gifts you can choose,â he said with a polite smile, pointing at the various shelves in the shop. âYou can take a look around, of course. I have dolls of every kind, but if youâre looking for something more specific I can make something new according to your preferences.â
   Coming back to his job after having lost control always felt so... refreshing.
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   running through the crowd was harder than he thought, especially in a day like that, where everyone from the nearby towns had come to the monthly local fair. Usually Noel would have taken part in it and sold his dolls on a stall, but on that month he had decided that some rest would not have be bad, after all. He had been able to rest till he had seen the girl drop her umbrella on the ground; he had been quick to pick it up, but when he had looked up again she was already far from him, almost swallowed by the people surrounding her. That was why he was now trying to make his way through them, muttering apologies and âexcuse youâ so much that he thought he would run out of breath before he had caught up with her.Â
   âMiss!â he called out when he was close enough to her, though she was still out of reach. He panted, then went on: âMiss, yourâyour umbrella! You dropped it!â

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illusivedoll:
âSo you do remember me, huh? Although isnât the correct manner when one comes to a shop to say âwelcome, how can I help you?â to a potential costumer.â The first time she ended up at the shop was because of mere coincidence but this time she wasnât going to leave until she figured out the odd feeling she got from talking to him. There was something different about him and in her opinion the best way to learn more about someone is by messing with them for a reaction. âWhat am I doing here? Thatâs quite the odd question to ask someone when you are running a shop. Donât tell me youâre scared of little old me.â Â
   fear was not the best word to describe the way he felt when she was near him. She gave him the same feeling a sleeping beast would, a creature which looks so peaceful and calm but is in fact ready to bite an arm of yours off if you come too close or if it is too hungry. It had been this what had pushed him to reply in such a harsh way, and the fact that she scolded him for his behavior did not make him feel any better. If anything, now he could not wait for her to leave; which, alas, he doubted would happen anytime soon. He forced politeness to come back to him and he walked away from behind the counter, approaching her but not too much. âForgive me, I was simply... surprised to see you again.â Behave as if she was a customer like anyone else, Noel. But she was not, was she? âWere you looking for something in particular?â he asked, an arm moving to point at all the shelves around them.Â
pacxfxsm:
  * Oh no. Sheâd been caught! She nearly dropped the items in her arms as she turned around to face the young man. But, before she can say anything in response, she froze. His eyes were captivating. She could see herself in them quite literally. How peculiar! The rest of him seemed pretty.. strange too but who was she to judge?
  * Frisk cleared her throat, and looked back down at the objects in question. They were kitchen utensils. Knives, a blender, all too heavy for a small child.Â
  * âI-Itâs okay! I can handle it! Who are you?â
   it was normal for people to notice something was rather... unusual about him, but he had noticed none of them pointed it out, maybe out of politeness. His gaze passed from the child to the utensils, wondering why someone so young was carrying them, but before he could say anything the little one had already asked him a question after having confirmed she was fine. He doubted it, truth be told.Â
    Finally a smile curved his lips. âIâm Noel. And who are you, little miss?â He glanced one last time at the objects before looking at her again. âAnd are you sure you donât need any help?â