My name is Hope Estheim.
I don't really have much to say here, plus I never was good with words. Or putting them together the right way.
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Favorite Animated Characters: (in no particular order) Hope Estheim
↳“Sometimes everything you know in the world turns out to be a lie. But at the end of the day the lie isn’t what matters, it’s what you do after you tell it. If you work hard enough you can make it true.”
OOC; Took time to edit and change my blog up a bit here and there.
Pretty proud of the end results.
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Noel’s smile faded after he heard Hope’s question. “Ah…” His sentence trailed off, his mind searching for words. He sidestepped then, contemplating how to answer: should he freak out the boy now and tell him the truth? Or should he just play along and ease the truth in until the time was right? Finally deciding on the latter, he gave an unconscious nod and turned to look back at Hope, who was faithfully awaiting an answer.
“Well, I’m not exactly from around…here.” His eyes darted away as he lied. Noel wasn’t too keen on feigning fibs for his friends. He sifted through his fuzzy memory, trying to remember if Hope had hailed from Gran Pulse or Coccoon. “I’m from Gran Pulse. And…pretty far out where there aren’t too many people.”
What he was saying was true; it was just a little light on the details.
He nodded his head slowly, images of the planet running through his mind. The large green open plains with the endless blue above. The sky always dappled with the soft white clouds. “I’m from Cocoon.” Hope replied once his disarray of memories passed. “Gran Pulse is a beautiful planet.”
In all honesty, the youth seldom took time to take in the major details when he was there. He only remembered the view. Everything was so face-paced during his visit that it did not grant him time to linger about and actually enjoy himself. It could not be helped at the time. In a sense, Hope was still thankful for ever being able to visit another world aside from his own, even if they process was tedious and excruciating at some points.
“No problem, no problem,” he replied. He then had begun to reach out to Hope to take a playful jab at the boy’s shoulder until he quickly withdrew it, remembering how this Hope was different from the one he knew. Noel coyly lifted his arm and tucked it behind his back, pretending as if he, too, was rubbing the nape of his neck.
He turned to look back down at Hope, managing to flash a smile. “The name’s Noel. Noel Kreiss. Don’t you go forgetting it now, yeah?”
He begun to calm himself down. The friendly atmosphere being provided calmed his nerves. The white-haired boy managed a genuine grin upwards at him, “Sure thing.” The way Noel spoke to him was almost that of an older sibling. A hint of warmth filled his chest, having not felt a positive sense of family in ages.
His gaze shifted to their surroundings. The smile dropped and turned to a look of enticement, “Are you from around here?” He sheepishly asked as his gaze once again landed back to the elder’s own.