𝄞 Momoa Rukel ⋆˚࿔

For a girl who loved the sound of noise.. these people really got on her nerves.

The concert went well, amazing even, but the fans.. the damn fans. They kept nagging Momoa.

A fan shouted her name loudly enough to echo. She glanced toward them with the calm look she always had even if it seemed to waver slightly.

"You sound like you’re sick."

"I LOVE YOU."

"Hm.. that sounds bad, you should go get that checked."

The crowd laughed, of course they did, that loud, ugly kind of laugh. One to where you had to physically keep yourself from making a face.

When Momoa turned that fan down, another targeted the drummer as he stood up.

"ZODYL MARRY ME PLEASE!”

"No."

The answer came immediately, like he was used to this. Jabber immediately bent over laughing. "Damn man! That was harsh."

"What did they expect."

"Maybe a bit of hesitation."

"Well, they shouldn’t."

Another fan screamed: "WE LOVE YOU ZODYL."

That one made him pause for exactly one second too long. Momoa noticed instantly. "Oh, so he is capable of something another than scowling."

"What."

"The emotional instability."

"I’m emotionally stable."

"You don’t look it."

"I’m tired, Momoa."

She shrugged, her normally indifferent gaze laced with a quiet exhaustion that wasn’t rare but was rare to be shown.

Although the rest of the band seemed either hyperactive or dead.

And unfortunately Jabber felt hyperactive.

"You sure you just tired boss man? You look a little red"

"I’m overheated."

"No," Noerde spoke, cutting in. "You look like somebody complimented you and now you’re experiencing psychological distress."

Zodyl pointed one drumstick at her threateningly. "I can still aim accurately."

Noerde raised both hands, a ghost of a smirk teasing to break loose. "See? Distress."

The crowd, as their god awfully loud and weird selves, absolutely loved this. Bundus rubbed his forehead with an exaggerated groan. "This band is never going to make it ten minutes in professionalism."

"Statistically, it’d be fine minutes." Cthoni corrected calmly although still agreeing.

Eventually security started shooing the crowd toward exits while staff hurried the band backstage before another wave of fans could swarm the stage.

---

Now, if you’ve never seen a war zone, just took backstage. It was basically the equivalent of a war zone.

Noerde stole a rolling chair within the first minute. Jabber discovered this by trying to sit down and busted his tail bone against the floor. The sound reverberated through the room loudly. Bundus looked down at him with a hint of pity.

"You alive?"

"I’ve been betrayed by my own kind."

".. I think Noerde took the chair."

"I KNOW THAT NOW DAMN IT."

Noerde pushed herself off the wall and rolled backwards across the room with a smug grin.

"Finders keepers."

"You need to be put on house arrest.”

Momoa sat on a nearby equipment case scrolling through videos already uploaded online from the concert.

One clip showed Momoa in her moment, singing perfectly to the music, but zoomed way too close to her face. Affecting her normally calm expression to a more irritated kind of look.

"They zoomed in too much. I look bad"

Noerde rolled over beside her, looking at her screen "You look fine! Though yeah, kinda weird for how zoomed in it is."

"It’s irritating."

"It’s creepy."

Jabber was still on the floor before he sat up and flung himself onto his feet approaching Cthoni. "I mean, the fans like her yeah? Wonder if it was a creep"

"Now why would you speak that into existence?"

"Hey! I ain’t speaking nothing into existence! I’m just making a ‘what if’."

"Well ‘what if’ it was a stalker Jabber?"

"Stalkers are cool! Are they not? I mean you got someone so devoted to you they learn everything about you!"

Momoa looked up, looking ever so slightly irritated. To the normal person the look wasn’t visible, but to the Raiders? It was as clear as day.

"Stalkers aren’t ‘cool’ Jabber.. don’t romanticize unhealthy obsession. Or do, you’re weird like that."

Jabber laughed, not a polite laugh. A bark of amusement, finding the idea of getting trailed by some stranger who knew your every move funny

"Woah! Hit a nerve there huh? I’m just joking! Relax miss-sassily irritated"

"Call me that again and I’ll personally drop kick you"

"See? Sassy."

Momoa glared at Jabber for a moment, then went back to her phone and typed out a long message, then stood up as soon as it sent

"Don’t trail me. I’ll be fine." Momoa spoke as she turned on her heel, grabbing her messenger bag and left the building

there was a moment of blissful silence, then the parasite decided to ruin it

Jabber leaned over cthoni's shoulder as she quietly packed away the cables beside the wall with a terrifying amount of organization while everyone else spiraled around her

"What happens if I unplug this."

"You die."

"Noted." Jabber backed away, hands up in surrender

---

The ride home was loud but quieter, the cab Momoa had paid for to bring her home made little conversation, just as she wanted.

"At least there’s no traffic.." Momoa murmured out, her chin in her hand as she looked outside as it softly began to rain, creating a looming shadow on the world, but gave her a quiet peace

Well, all the peace she could have with a throbbing headache. Her head felt like it was about to explode and cave in at the same time. A easy fix with pain meds most would call it, Momoa called it a horrible experience and she’d rather die than have a headache again

She stepped out the cab and gave her thanks, taking a few steps up the stairs into the apartment complex

As she got closer to where she was needed, she pulled out her keys from her bag, unlocking the door with a practiced ease

"I’m back.. but don’t be loud." Momoa announced, already warning her roommate of her mood

She expected to have to fix whatever she felt to be an inconvenience before she could decompress, but to her surprise. It was all done

The lights she hated being all the way in when she was in a mood, dimmed.

How she had to cook herself food before relaxing, food already steaming on the counter.

Hell even the utensils was beside the bowl!

Then she saw the one person responsible for this, you. Her roommate. Her quiet place when things got loud

"… you remembered."

You were currently watching something your phone will criss-crossed on the couch, then looked over your shoulder. Immediately smiling and standing up, heading towards the girl who just walked into what she could’ve called the best day of her life

"You texted me. You never text me when you head home. I just think I’m getting robbed every time I hear the door open."

"I-.. I do text you!" a pause ".. well not when I’m heading home, but—"

"There it is. I told you.. now sit and eat.. I can feel the exhaustion and I don’t want to take a five hour nap." You huffed, tilting your head towards the counter with the hot food just begging to be taken and devoured

"… don’t tell me twice."

Momoa immediately went over, grabbing the bowl with a soft smile, sitting on the spot beside of where you once were as you returned back to your seat, resuming your scrolling or whatever you were doing in your phone

"…. You’re a jerk. Y’know that {{user}}?"

silence.

".. but you’re a nice jerk."

"There she is.."

"Shut up.."

"Alright.." you grinned, seeing the ghost of a smile in Momoa’s face.

finally, after hours of noise and voices.. Momoa found the one voice she could never get sick of.