Noah C͍z̸̖̖e҉͇̳̫r̭͓͇̖̻̲͠n̻͉y͉͙͙̘̠ (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
casperdisaster) wrote2015-05-31 03:43 pm
casperdisaster) wrote2015-05-31 03:43 pm
Appearance
Since Noah is a book character I'm using a PB for him. Still, to get the sense of Noah Czerny at a glance, I've compiled a list of book quotes about the cinnamon roll.
- Noah, unlike his pristine room, always seemed a little grubby. There was something out of place about his clothing, his mostly combed-back fair hair.
- one was smudgy, just as he said, with a rumpled, faded look about his person, like his body had been laundered too many times.
- Noah laughed his breathy, nearly soundless laugh.
- Noah stood in the doorway to his room. His skin was pale as parchment and his eyes were shadowed and unspecific, as they always were after dark. There was the ubiquitous smudge on his face, only now, it looked like dirt, or blood, or possibly like a hollow, his bones crushed beneath his skin.
- Now Noah wore the retreating expression that came when something made him uncomfortable. His chin turned, his eyes hooded and alien. Adam was suddenly profoundly aware that Noah was a dead thing and he was not.
- Noah’s resemblance to the crookedly smiling photo on the driver’s license Gansey had discovered was akin to a photocopy’s resemblance to an original painting.
- During the school week, they all wore the Aglionby uniform: khaki pants and a V-neck sweater with a raven emblem.
- [...] Gansey became aware that Noah was lurking at his elbow, looking strained and urgent. Both were typical for Noah [...]
- Noah seemed about to put his hands in his pockets and then didn’t. Noah’s hands seemed to belong fewer places than other people’s.
- Noah merely smiled in a far-off way.
- Noah was a good bellwether for people. He was so shy and awkward and invisible that he could be easily ignored or made fun of.
- Only Noah looked as he always did, his arms loose, shoulders hunched.
- Noah, who could go unnoticed for hours, whose room was pristine, whose voice was never raised.
- He looked as Blue remembered him, his shoulders hunched forward and his hands restlessly moving from place to place. The ever-present smudge on his face was clearly where his cheek had been smashed in. The longer she stared at him, the more certain she became that she was at once seeing his dead body and his live one. That smudge was her brain’s way of reconciling those facts.
- Noah stood directly in front of him, hollow eyes on level with Adam’s eyes, smashed cheek on level with Adam’s ruined ear, breathless mouth inches from Adam’s sucked-in breath. Without Blue there to make him stronger, without Gansey there to make him human, without Ronan there to make him belong, Noah was a frightening thing.
- Noah made a rude gesture, a hilariously unthreatening act coming from him, like a growl from a kitten.
- Noah just blinked at him from the dimness of the backseat, his eyes liquid and faraway. He was, Adam noted, nearly disappeared already. He was more the feeling of Noah than actually Noah.
- Noah had reverted to his normal, safe self. The only evidence of his true nature was the ever-present smudge on his cheek where the bone had been smashed in. Otherwise he was once again slouched, mild, and eternally dressed in his Aglionby uniform.
- And there was Noah, shoulders slumped, hand lifted in an apologetic wave.
- Noah remained where he was, arms hugged around his body. He looked markedly less alive than he had earlier; there was something smudgy about his eyes, something uncertain about his edges. It was kind of hard to look at the place where Noah stopped and the shadow below him began.
- The dead boy lifted his head to meet Gansey’s eyes. Though he was not transparent or incorrect looking in any way, he was unintentionally unsettling in this light. Something about his unblinking eyes.
- Noah, unlike his pristine room, always seemed a little grubby. There was something out of place about his clothing, his mostly combed-back fair hair.
- one was smudgy, just as he said, with a rumpled, faded look about his person, like his body had been laundered too many times.
- Noah laughed his breathy, nearly soundless laugh.
- Noah stood in the doorway to his room. His skin was pale as parchment and his eyes were shadowed and unspecific, as they always were after dark. There was the ubiquitous smudge on his face, only now, it looked like dirt, or blood, or possibly like a hollow, his bones crushed beneath his skin.
- Now Noah wore the retreating expression that came when something made him uncomfortable. His chin turned, his eyes hooded and alien. Adam was suddenly profoundly aware that Noah was a dead thing and he was not.
- Noah’s resemblance to the crookedly smiling photo on the driver’s license Gansey had discovered was akin to a photocopy’s resemblance to an original painting.
- During the school week, they all wore the Aglionby uniform: khaki pants and a V-neck sweater with a raven emblem.
- [...] Gansey became aware that Noah was lurking at his elbow, looking strained and urgent. Both were typical for Noah [...]
- Noah seemed about to put his hands in his pockets and then didn’t. Noah’s hands seemed to belong fewer places than other people’s.
- Noah merely smiled in a far-off way.
- Noah was a good bellwether for people. He was so shy and awkward and invisible that he could be easily ignored or made fun of.
- Only Noah looked as he always did, his arms loose, shoulders hunched.
- Noah, who could go unnoticed for hours, whose room was pristine, whose voice was never raised.
- He looked as Blue remembered him, his shoulders hunched forward and his hands restlessly moving from place to place. The ever-present smudge on his face was clearly where his cheek had been smashed in. The longer she stared at him, the more certain she became that she was at once seeing his dead body and his live one. That smudge was her brain’s way of reconciling those facts.
- Noah stood directly in front of him, hollow eyes on level with Adam’s eyes, smashed cheek on level with Adam’s ruined ear, breathless mouth inches from Adam’s sucked-in breath. Without Blue there to make him stronger, without Gansey there to make him human, without Ronan there to make him belong, Noah was a frightening thing.
- Noah made a rude gesture, a hilariously unthreatening act coming from him, like a growl from a kitten.
- Noah just blinked at him from the dimness of the backseat, his eyes liquid and faraway. He was, Adam noted, nearly disappeared already. He was more the feeling of Noah than actually Noah.
- Noah had reverted to his normal, safe self. The only evidence of his true nature was the ever-present smudge on his cheek where the bone had been smashed in. Otherwise he was once again slouched, mild, and eternally dressed in his Aglionby uniform.
- And there was Noah, shoulders slumped, hand lifted in an apologetic wave.
- Noah remained where he was, arms hugged around his body. He looked markedly less alive than he had earlier; there was something smudgy about his eyes, something uncertain about his edges. It was kind of hard to look at the place where Noah stopped and the shadow below him began.
- The dead boy lifted his head to meet Gansey’s eyes. Though he was not transparent or incorrect looking in any way, he was unintentionally unsettling in this light. Something about his unblinking eyes.