❛ forgive me if i stumble and fall. for i know now how to love too well. i am clumsy and my words do not form as i wish, so let me kiss you instead and let my lips paint for you. all the pictures that my clumsy heart cannot.❜
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"Ezra Miles, you took what's mine," Peter said as he ripped out the boy's beating heart. Ezra's eyes wide with fear and horror as drops to his knees. His black hollow eyes turned white, and the last thing he would see was–Stiles?
EZRA wakes up in a cold sweat, his bed filled with black sand. "What the hell?" He mumbled, feeling the black sand between his fingers. He turns to see his window wide open. He scrambles to get up, walking towards the window, the night breeze fanning his face. "What the hell." The boy muttered as he shut the window, trying to catch his breath.
"Ezra." a voice says behind him, a hand on his shoulder. The boy quickly turns around, punching the person square in the jaw without a second thought. "Ah, shit!" the person cried out. "Isaac?" Ezra said with confusion as he turned on his bedside lamp. "What the hell are you doing here at like-" He stops to check the clock, "4:30 in the morning?!" He harshly whispered out.
Isaac held onto his jaw with a grimace as he sat on Ezras' bed, "I wanted to see you." the brunette said as he looked up. "Why is there sand?" Isaac starts btu shakes his head. "I don't even know." Ezra shook his head in disbelief, "You know you could've called me." Ezra said with raised eyebrows. Isaac bit his bottom lip in embarrassment, "Yeah, I should've done that."
"You interrupted my beauty sleep."
"It didn't look like beauty sleep to me." Isaac shrugged, "you okay, Ezra?" Ezra rolls his eyes as he sits next to him on the bed, "Let me see your jaw." He says as he gently grabs the boy's jaw to inspect it, not answering Isaacs's question.
Isaac's face burns hot as Ezra's gentle fingers graze his jaw, grimacing slightly. He holds his breath, watching the boy fuss over the bruise that was forming. "I'm sorry I punched you." He muttered but Isaac was focused on the boy, his heart beating outside of his chest, his body growing stiff as he looked into the boy's eyes. "Isaac?" Ezra called out again, breaking the boy out of his trance.
"You ok?" He asked as his fingers left the boy's face. Isaac clears his throat, nodding. "Yeah, I'm fine but I would be better if someone didn't punch me in my jaw," Isaac said as he gave the boy a playful glare.
"Maybe if you didn't climb through my window in the morning, I wouldn't have to punch you." He said as he slapped Isaac playfully on the shoulder. "What are you doing here anyway? I thought you were a fugitive or something."
Isaac chuckled, "Just wanted to see if you're okay after the kanima." He muttered as he played with a loose thread in Ezra's blanket. Ezra chuckled, "Really? You came over here to see if I was okay after the kanima?" The boy nodded and Ezra smiled widely. "Who would be okay after seeing that thing?"
