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@anomalouss for Ezra (the birthday boy!)
It was silly, she knew that. Maybe even borderline dumb. But she knew how much Ezra disliked crowds and parties. So this was the next best option ── at least that was her opinion. The blonde had set up a group of her childhood stuffed animals around the living room, small party hats atop their heads; some even had balloons tied around their tales.
Cordelia led Ezra into the room, fingers laced with his. She was excited and nervous all at the same time, and felt like she would either vibrate out of her own skin or throw up. She wasn't sure which it would be. "Happy birthday, Ez!" She turned towards him, a smile pulling at her lips. She just hoped her nerves wouldn't show through.
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— HALEY LU RICHARDSON IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT
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"Are you...are you kidding me?!" Shock covered her features as she stared at him. She had just watched him almost get eaten, and he wanted to go for a milkshake? True to the personality she'd come to expect from him, he was trying to make the situation less insane. And normally she was fairly good at handling his reckless behaviours, but this time. "Christ, Ez, are you okay?" She would get to the milkshakes in a minute.
"Well... that was fun."
If one would count him almost getting eaten fun, that is.
"Ya know, babe, I'm thinking milkshakes. Do you want a milkshake? I want one. Let's go."
@xxofbcnesandgcmstcnesxx gets an Ezra
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And apparently, I’m attracted to idiots.
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Ezra wrapped his arms around her, holding her close and lightly nuzzling the crook of her neck. “Mhm. You can resume reading now. What are you reading?” His arms tightened around her as he asked this, eyes closed, completely relaxed otherwise. He had very few completely calm moments, but this seemed to be one of them.
Before she opened her book again, her hand came up once more when he began to nuzzle into her neck, fingers lightly playing with his hair. While this was happening, she flipped the book to the cover, and read the title. “It’s the Prince and the Pauper.” It was an old book that her mother had given to her on her fourteenth birthday, and she’d only ever managed to read it once between then and now. “I found it in a box the other day, and thought I should give it a read.”
#「 ✰ 」━━ ✧ ❮ interactions ❯#「 ✰ 」━━ ✧ i'd go to hell and back with him ❮ ezra dumas ❯#;I was going to go with a more basic fantasy book but couldn't decide which one to go with...
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Ezra smiled softly, adoring how affectionate she was. He pulled away from her only to lead her to his room, his hand resting on her lower back lightly. Even though it was a short distance, he’d still lean in to kiss her head a few times before pushing the door open. He went over to the bed, moving some pillows so he could half sit / half lay down, a more comfortable position for her reading, before gesturing for her to come sit between his legs so he could still hold her.
Cordelia let him lead her to his bedroom, a small shiver running down her spine at the light touch of his hand on her lower back. A soft, content sigh breezed passed slightly parted lips every time he kissed her head - loving how sweet and tender he could be.
She waited patiently, watching as he adjusted the pillows. There was something oddly adorable about watching him fix them in just the right way. And then he was gesturing for her to sit with him. Crawling onto the bed, she positioned herself between his legs, head resting against his shoulder. Mismatched eyes glanced up at his, before her lips were pressed against his cheek. “Comfy, Ezra?”
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As impatient as he was, Ezra chose to lean against the nearest wall, hands in his pockets. He knew it would be better to have her around just in case, given the pain. He felt exhausted, despite his teasing her. It was something he’d have to keep an eye on with himself.
“I know, I know, but you could be that type of doctor with the experience you’re getting here,” he mused, voice still a bit strained.
He had a point. She was getting more experience as a medical doctor than she’d ever expected to.
She tried her best to be as quick as possible, imagining the amount of pain he was in. But if she didn’t set up the sterilizer properly, then it would be on her if something happened. “Just a little longer,” she offered up with an apologetic tone.
Once she placed everything in the tray, she put the tray in the machine, and set it to start. She wouldn’t have to wait for it to finish; that would be a job for the next person. Sanitizing her hands, she grabbed her things, and went over to Ezra.
“Alright, super star, let’s get you home so you can rest.”
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He watched her with an amused expression despite her frown. Really, Ezra did not dance. He wasn’t comfortable with it, he was already uncomfortable due to the amount of people around…. This was why he’d put on his own music through the headphones. While it was rude at a social function, he didn’t care, it made it a bit more bearable for him. He lightly squeezed her hands when she took his, giving her a pleading look. He’d rather watch her.
She noted the pleading look he was giving her, so she relented, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips before letting go of his hands. She was proud of him for staying at the social function as long as he had. “Do you want to leave, Ez?” She didn’t mind. She would go with him if he wanted, or if he wanted to be alone, she would respect that too. She didn’t like to see him uncomfortable.
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He slipped his hands down to one of hers, lightly urging her to let go of his shirt. “We’re okay, love. We’re okay. You and me, we’ll get through this, yeah? You’re strong,” he continued, just doing his best to remain calm and calm her. He continued working on getting her to let go, mind already trying to find solutions.
Feeling his hands on her own helped to ease the grip she had on his shirt. Stiff fingers slowly released the fabric of his shirt, the muscles hurting now from how tightly she’d been holding on. “I-I’m s-sorry.” She had never struggled so much to get two words out.
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“Which one bit it?” Ezra asked, closing his eyes momentarily as she kissed his cheek. A small breath of a chuckle left him at her question. Was it obvious? He thought he was fairly normal acting.
“The answer to that question fully depends on if you’d be angry or not,” he stated, reaching for the bottle once more. He took a heavy drink from it before setting it down once more, eyes returning to the window. “If you’d be angry, I did not start drinking at ten in the morning and not stopped since.”
“Compy, I think,” she replied, allowing the topic of his drunkeness to slide for the briefest of moments. She stepped back from him, only to move more in front of him. “My reaction fully depends on your answer,” she stated as her arms crossed over her chest.
“You’ve been drinking since ten this morning?!” Her voice was raised, mostly out of shock that he’d been drinking for so long, but raised none-the-less. “For fuck sakes, Ezra! What the hell was going through your head?” She was probably over reacting, but she just couldn’t decide if he was being an idiot, or something else. Was she necessarily angry? No, not really. But she was concerned.
“God, Ez, what the hell!”
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