Doux Mouton Noir

“Oh, what the fuck, Marie?” Jordan hisses, immediately halting their steps. Their eyes wide with shock, a little betrayal, some annoyance, but mostly, horror. Marie sighs, at least, having the modesty to look guilty. “I know, I’m sorry, OK?” She says, glances between her two friends. “But I knew you would argue with me on this...and maybe not even come...and we don’t have time for that right now.” Mya scoffs, folds her arms. Pretends like the look on Jordan’s face doesn’t hurt in the slightest. Of course, Earving notices, the sweetheart that he is, and slips his hand into hers. Though, he doesn’t look away from her friends, clearly still not liking asking for their help. Jordan catches their friend’s look. Sighs heavily and says, “Look, I would’ve come either way.” Glances between their two friends with a meaningful smile and says, “I’d do anything for either of you, you know that.” Marie smiles brightly, unable to help the growing blush on her face. “Thank you.” Mya says, already crumbling. And of course, she understands why Jordan is worried. If Earving is worried; one of The fucking Seven, then, they should all be worrying. Though, annoyingly, he’s pretending real hard like he isn’t worried. “Yeah.” Jordan smiles. Noir relaxes a tiny little bit. He trusts these friends of hers...with her. Not so much with him. But he doesn’t blame them. Marie steps over to Mya, smiles warily at Noir before glancing to her friend and telling her, “Emma’s gonna keep an eye out for any trouble that might head our way.” “How?” Mya asks at the same time Noir thinks it. Marie grins. “By being her usual nosey self. The Internet is a good place to start. And also, she knows almost everyone on campus, so, should be pretty easy for her to hear any chatter.” Mya nods, takes a breath to calm herself. Smiles faintly up Earving when he gives her hand a soft squeeze. Tells him, “I’m fine. We’re gonna be fine.” Noir simply stares back at her through his mask, worry slowly filling him to the fucking brim. Though, for her sake, he refuses to show it (to anyone.) Jordan eyes Noir carefully as they ask, “Did you know your crazy asshole of a boss; Homelander threw us and our friends into some fucked up supe prison? That one of us fucking died trying to help the rest of us escape??” Noir slowly turns his head and nods once. Jordan arches a brow as they shift from their male form to their female form. Folds their arms over their chest and glares as they add, “But Mya isn’t one of us, so, you couldn’t give a shit as long as only she’s safe, am I right?” Mya sighs, low and long. “Jordan, Homelander is the reason we’re here.” Jordan glances downwards, finally noticing the tear in Noir’s suit, his midsection caked with dried blood. “Shit...H-Homelander did this?” They ask, voice wavering in fear and eyes slowly widening when he slowly nods once again in reply. Marie looks worried for Jordan, but Jordan speaks just as she opens her mouth to ask what’s wrong; tells her, “Noir is literally the only fucking supe ever who is just as strong as Homelander. This is bad, OK? Really, really, really, fucking bad!” Noir silently agrees. Mya’s heart drops at that, thinking her friend will back out of helping them and leave her to drown here. Jordan laughs maniacally and adds, “Please do not fucking tell me your plan was for me to fucking fight him!” Mya sighs in relief. She’d smile if she wasn’t so fucking scared right now. “No, Jordan. We just need a place to lay low for a while.” Marie smiles at Mya before telling Jordan, “They wanna join The Resistance.” Jordan deflates with a resounding sigh of relief. “Oh, thank fuck. ‘Cause I took way too many fucking mushrooms for that shit.” Marie rolls her eyes, huffs under her breath, “Fuck sake.” Jordan hears of course. Shrugs and says, “Emma’s a drug dealer now. We’re all fucked. We gotta make money somehow.” “Emma’s a what?” Mya shakes out of her shock. She would laugh if her mind wasn’t elsewhere. “No, never mind. Look, can you guys just get us the fuck outta here before Homelander realises Noir isn’t fucking dead and comes back to finish the job?!” “Jesus fucking Christ.” Jordan mutters with dread. Runs a hand over their face. Nods and finally rushes to Noir’s side when he then lets out a wheezing breath and sways on his feet. They wrap his arm around the back of their shoulder. Smile at Mya and tells her, “It’s OK, I got him.” Noir nods a thanks to Jordan, letting the kid hold him up, silently impressed by their strength. Mya just as reluctantly steps away from them as Noir lets her hand slip from his. Marie slips her hand into Mya’s and gives it a reassuring squeeze as she tells her friend, “He’ll be OK.” She then asks, “Do you trust me?” Mya nods furiously. “You know I do.” Marie nods, then, tells her, “I’m gonna use some of your blood to help him heal.” Glances between both Mya and Noir and asks, “Is that OK?” Noir glances to Mya, then, glances back at Marie and signs, ‘Will it hurt her?’ Before Marie’s confused expression can move her lips into question, Mya smiles softly at him as she translates, “He’s asking if it’ll hurt me.” Jordan barely hides a roll of their eyes. Marie smiles and shakes her head, “No.”