hi. this is about me and my QUEEN ghosty's ocs!!!!! wow.. sighs.. so cool...
im expecting literally nobody to read this but just in case.......
for context!! noah is a were-cat rich boy, and rowen is a blind vampire cowboy. noah does NOT KNOW that rowen is blind!!!
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Noah lounged on his employer's stiff, uncomfortable couch, sprawled out and feet elevated, wallowing in his own boredom. Rowen, said employer, and Noah's 'situationship', was out for the evening. Although the blonde wasn't exactly sure what Rowen was out for, he hadn't exactly thought of asking. The older man would likely just have responded sarcastically or with a grunt, for all Noah knew.
His boredom was somewhat satiated by these thoughts of his boss-turned-roommate. As he stared at the ceiling, he couldn't help but speak to himself.
"Hope he brings back some fish." He huffed, muttering to thin air. Rowen occasionally brought a treat for Noah, usually foods he enjoyed, like a fresh, juicy salmon. This was both considerate and unusual of the man, considering his serious and stoic demeanor.
Noah's incoherent rambling to himself was interrupted by heavy footsteps at the front door. Perking up, his eyes landed on the door, waiting for his companion to enter. He licked his lips in anticipation for what he had been brought.
Much to the blonde's disappointment, Rowen had only brought an attitude with him. It wasn't rare for him to show up agitated and perturbed. His life was tough, after all. Being constantly on the run from vampire hunters and having to deal with someone like Noah all at once was surely stressful for him.
Except, this time.. his employer seemed more burnt-out than usual. He slammed the door open, the doorknob hitting the wall with a BANG!
Startled by the noise, the catty blonde (funny.) protested towards the man's aggressive actions, "Hey, man! What the fuck!?"
Rowen, not bothering to acknowledge his employee, plopped onto the couch, running a calloused hand down his scarred face. He let out a long sigh, leaning his head back.
"..You okay?" Noah rested his chin on his palm, his elbow resting on the back of the couch as he glanced at his boss.
The cowboy seemed to take a deep breath, placing a hand to his mouth, "'m fine, boy. Don't trouble 'yerself worryin' 'bout me."
A genuine concerned look crossed Noah's face, he knew the other man's accent got particularly strong when he was upset. He sighed, leaning back against the couch, "Yeah, I don't believe you for a second. Just tell me what's wrong, seriously."
"Well, you should believe me. I'm fine." He responded gruffly, agitated by the dumb blonde's persistence.
"You know I'm just gonna keep asking. Tell me, Ro."
A sigh, "Quit with that damn nickname.." He took a deep breath once more. "Fine. I'll tell 'ya. Just.. quit bein' such an annoyance."
Noah grinned in victory.
"Hunters have been particularly persistent lately, like someone I know." The cowboy grumbled the last part quietly, although loud enough for the blonde to hear. He could hear the other man grumble in frustration. Holding back a smirk at his anger towards his comment, he continued, "Not 'ta mention this goddamn house is fallin' apart. Heat's broken, and I can't get anyone in 'ta fix it."
