Miracle || Noah Sebastian

Miracle || Noah Sebastian

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Jess has always loved two things, music and photography. So in return, she became a photographer for music shows and festivals in her home town, while doing so she found the love of her life. [A/N~ yes I know Bad Omens has a photographer (Bryan) , but for the sake of the story I'm pretending they don't. Thanks for understanding and I hope you enjoy ~ ]
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(COMPLETED) Raphaella Arcega never meant for anyone to see him the way she did - quiet, distant, lost in his own world as he waited at the airport gate. She was just passing time with a sketch, the way she always did, tracing the outlines of strangers who would never know they'd been captured in ink. But this time was different. Because the man in her drawing wasn't just anyone - he was Joakim "Jolly" Karlsson, guitarist of Bad Omens. What started as a simple sketch turned into a ripple across the internet, and soon, a message she never expected arrived in her inbox. One conversation led to another - soft, careful, hesitant. Like guitar feedback humming in the background, their words lingered long after they were sent. Somewhere between lines on paper and strings of music, between sketches and late-night messages, two worlds began to weave quietly together. And maybe, just maybe, the noise between them was never noise at all. It was harmony waiting to be heard.

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