Sabezra Fics

Ezra Draws

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Set after Gathering Forces

Ezra knocked on Sabine's door, a little more nervous than usual. What with her giving the only holo image he had of his parents that he would have left behind and thrown away if he hadn't known what it was. She'd found the time to clean it up for him, repair it and make it as clear as day. If that wasn't a sign he didn't know what it was, but he had to say thank you somehow. He hated owing people. Plus, it was the first time she'd called him his name. Ezra Bridger. Like it was something special, something worth knowing. Like he was worth knowing. Aw, dang it Ezra! He thought, shaking his head at himself. He sounded like he'd had too many meilooruns knocking his head. Now here he was, standing outside a girl's door like an idiot. A sizzling hot idiot, but an idiot none the less. Then again, when had anyone apart from himself considered him hot? Yikes.
All evening he'd been scratching his head on what to pay back Sabine. Then he found the perfect answer in the form of drawing. He supposed he could draw something, though he was no pro. But hey, look at how accurately he'd drawn Zeb!
The door opened with a chink! And Ezra found Sabine, armour off and arms folded outiside the doors.
"You called for a delivery, ma'am?"
He said with a half grin.
Sabine raised one eyebrow and replied with, "Well, it depends on what this delivery is. For instance, if it turns out to be a stink bomb, one very dead mail boy will be going to sleep with hot pink hair tonight."
Ezra clutched onto his hair mockingly and said, "No, no. Miss, you have one very expertly drawn picture of you and your very own mail boy! Who might I add is looking very heroic in this fine, fine picture."
Sabine took the picture in utter shock, seeing what was on it. It was her and Ezra caught mid-laugh, from that day they had a paint fight. It was incredible - he'd caught every detail so well, their expressions, the colours - you could even hear the laughter coming out of the page. She knew why he'd done it, and for Sabine this was the perfect way to say thank you. She was speechless, until he coughed and leaned on the door beams. "Sooo, no thank you? No, 'Ezra you are the best artist I've ever seen in the whole of the outer rim!' Or 'Ezra you look hot in this picture' or - "
She stopped him with a hug. It completely shocked him, as this was the first time she'd shown anything like this, or maybe hugged anyone in a while. Heck, he hadn't hugged anyone in years, but he did now, and hugged her back. He'd grown to her height now, and they were nose to nose, shoulder to shoulder, as they slightly swayed in the hall. Ezra's face lit up in a huge grin, and he was having weird impulses but he stopped himself. Whoa boy! He thought as she didn't break out of the hug, that's dangerous impulses you got there. You have officially earned a hug, now don't get ahead of yourself.
Finally they broke apart, and they were both very pink and flustered, but Sabine gave a half smile. He didn't want to make things awkward so he stretched back and grinned saying, "Took you a drawing, me almost dying by the hands of the inquisitor and fainting to do that?"
She rolled her eyes and said, "Let's just say you're not so bad to hug, okay Bridger? I didn't want you to get all broody again, and besides, it was a moment of deep weakness for me."
Ezra laughed, and Sabine suppressed a huge beam. It was good to see him smile again. "Since when does the great Artist show weakness?" He asked with a tilt of his head. She punched him in the shoulder and grinned. "Maybe that wasn't weakness, then. Don't let it swell your head too much, Shaggy."
He gave her a toss of his head in mock horror. "Don't diss the hair, missy. Delivery boys' hair are their pride and joy, thank you very much."
She wrinkled her nose and stepped back into her room. "You need to work on your mail boy skills, Bridger. Goodnight!"
He laughed again, secretly delighted with himself as he spun back to his room, that stupid tune coming into his head again. Goodnight, Sabine, the thought as he crept back to his bed.