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@jammy: yesssssssssssssssssss. absolutely. maybe him and eleanor can be friends down the line or something? idk LMAO
@shin: i think that'd be super interesting, actually. cuz noah's very lawful good. like he's gentlemanly and well-mannered and, you know, he protec but he also attac. LOL but i think it would be interesting if they had a dynamic similar to noah's dynamic with lou: where he ends up getting tagged along to bars and stuff because that's like his job.
i cannot explain for shit tonight. i hope you get what i'm saying LOL

@anybody: heyoo, i'm not sure what collabs would work with noah, but i'm down to figure something out if anyone wants to do stuff ~
here's his planning stuff too cuz i feel like that's easier to discern collabs from.

Noah almost couldn't believe her response. His brows knit together harshly and his eyes narrowed. At the same time, the left corner of his lip upturned, like he was still deciding whether to be amused or offended by her gall. Lying to him once was one thing, but to do it twice (and even more unconvincingly the second time, at that)... Well, she really must have pegged him for an idiot.
He followed her wordlessly into the garage, crossing his arms as the door closed quietly behind him. Like the observer he was, his eyes scanned the room quickly, taking in all the details. He'd been in the garage a handful of times already, but the amount of wealth on display was never lost to him. That was something he'd learned about himself over the years: hard as he tried to leave parts of himself in the past, that poor kid from Liverpool was still kicking.
No sooner had his eyes returned to her back than she whipped around, hands going to his sleeves. His eyes went wide for a brief second, caught off-guard by the sudden contact. He didn't know where else to look other than her pleading gaze. It was one of those puppy-dog stares, sticky sweet and begging for him to cave in. And, jesus, was she good at it. Too good at it.
Doing his best to ignore the pleas, Noah cleared his throat and brought his eyes down, looking at his kecks rather than her. He wasn't sure what the right call was, made fairly clear by his pursed lips and furrowed brows. On one hand, it was getting late and slipping off into town was risky to say the least. No one knew they were leaving, and it would be entirely on his shoulders if anything happened.
But on the other hand, she was right. He would be there, and that wouldn't make it much different from other outings. After all, that's what he was there for: to protect her and the rest of her family. She was royalty; she had the grounds to decide where she went. And if she was begging him not to say anything, then that was basically an order in itself, even if he didn't like it. At all.
When he looked back up at her, he didn't say anything. Instead, he sighed loudly, a clear spark of annoyance in his dark eyes. But despite himself, he silently tilted his head towards one of the cars, a displeased motion that said, Get in.

Noah didn't account for the princess being there either. She was the first thing his eyes landed on as he rounded the corner, and, normally, he would have just nodded and kept walking on. But from the very moment he saw her, he knew doing that would be nothing short of negligent.
She looked elegant as always, somehow making just a slip dress and a fur-lined coat appear regal. Much of her long brown hair had been hidden away, only a few pieces falling in front of her strong, defining eyebrows. He didn't need to wonder why that was the case. And if all that wasn't enough to solidify it, there was that smile. Damning, really.
But she passed him, as though he wouldn't notice, and for a moment, he wondered if he ought to be offended. He almost laughed to himself thinking about it. Did she think he was that daft? She must've, because her excuse was just as laughable.
Ah, yes, he thought to himself, the garage. Of course. What a prat he was, believing she might be headed elsewhere.
Noah turned halfway towards her, his hands still deep in his pockets. There was a smile hidden somewhere inside him, but he didn't let it show. Instead, his composure was calm and leisurely, mouth pressed into a fine line.
"I'll accompany you."
He knew that wasn't what she wanted, but his job trumped her personal feelings, regardless. Instead, he just walked behind her, following her to the garage door. Eyes on her back, he couldn't help but wonder why she was the one trying to give him the slip. From all he'd heard and from the way he'd seen her act so far, he didn't take her to be the reckless kind. Her brother, yes. But her? Maybe her innocent looks were just that blinding, he thought.
Just as they reached the garage door, before she could even turn the door handle, he came to a sudden stop behind her.
"You're a rubbish liar."

Walking the halls of the Northampton Palace, Noah realized that he was developing a strong understanding of the manor's layout. Of course, he'd had to learn all the ins and outs of it before starting, but being able to see it all on his own was a far better way to learn. He strode past each window and door slowly, his hands stuffed deep in the pockets of his well-tailored suit. To anyone else, it would appear to be a casual stroll around the palace, but for him, it doubled as a solidification of what he'd learned. A window there, a door there—and each one he passed, he noted where they led to.
He thanked his first week for it. It had been slow, with little to nothing outside of the normal. A few trips into the town, a few times when he'd had to accompany someone to an event or party, but for the most part, he'd had time to himself. And most of that time he'd allocated to things like this: things for his job. It wasn't like he had much else to do anyways. Reading was a good pass time, but that could wait until later. He wanted to make sure he had a good handle on everything, even if it consumed all his time. No one could say he wasn't dedicated.
This evening wasn't different from the others. The sun had just rounded the sky, ready to fall in about an hour or two. Golden rays shone through every window he passed, and if it had been a week from now, he might have stopped to look out one of them. If he did, he knew he would have seen the gardens outside, shimmering in the rareness of a sunny English day.
When Noah thought about it, it was surprising that no one had gone into town this evening. With this weather, he thought someone would have, but he hadn't gotten any word. But it was no bother to him. He just walked along, rounding the corner of the hallway, mind already counting the doors and windows and details he knew he'd see.

oi did et
oi finished noah wooooooooo
@di: letters could be fine. or calls, yeah. letters might be easier to format, though. not sure how you'd format a call. i guess the same? idk

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24joe collier
N O A H D A W S O N
( ♔ ) the bodyguard
noah is the perfect choice for a bodyguard.but like everyone else, noah has bad traits.
not only is he a great shot and even betterhe can be overly analytical and critical, not
at hand-to-hand confident, he also has theto mention judgmental. he can hardly help
personality to boot. he's intelligent and lo-it at this point. he is always trying to figure
gical with a strong sense of intuition. noahpeople out, and it's no wonder that he has
is also well-mannered and patient, and candeveloped trust issues thanks to his job. it
even come off as quiet. It's mainly becauseisn't easy to trust people after you've seen
of his job and how he observes everythingthe worst in them. but he's still hopeful, e-
before jumping to talking or action. peoplepecially for his new job with the royals. it's
close to him will know that he isn't alwaysbeen a long time coming after all the train-
like that, especially not after some alcohol.ing, and he can't wait to finally get started.
── extras: (view spoiler)── i'd walk through fire for you.

you know what's a great dancing song??? LIFE IS A HIGHWAYYYYYYYY
i wish i could just scream it right now lmaodrinking coke was a mistake