Little thing inspired by the lyrics in "Your Wildest Dreams". Good song.
Ezra's blood exploded over and over in the ecstasy that flowed from River's eyes.
Gorgeous.
Light dancing in the depths of the blue sea, black specs appearing and disappearing with the feeling of gradual unconsciousness. Suffice to say, Ezra's love was drunk, in both senses.
With a sudden burst of piercing laughter, River doubled over. Her voice mingled, entangled itself with the tuneful music reverberating through the back of the bar. The melody lulled and halted, rose and twirled, the artful spinning of an instrumental web.
Gorgeous.
And in the crescendo of such entrancing sounds, Ezra's feeling climaxed to a pure restlessness, needing the sound in every single way. It was probably just the alcohol.
Gorgeous.
Those sounds are gorgeous.
And suddenly Ezra found himself at the each of the stage, lost in beautiful sound waves. The way that music swayed, it almost reminded Ezra of…
He turned to find River had left.
Piercing through his heart, anxiety urged him to stumble drunkenly through the crowd, out of the heat and the music.
Outside the world was dark and rainy, musty night air wafting over him. He could feel the chill seeping through his thin jacket, but the chill in his chest overwhelmed it. The sight of River waving down a cab had taken hold of every sense.
"River!" Ezra trotted over, his shoes slapping on the bleeding ground.
Her eyes were dark. The pure essence of the deep sea, monsters and all.
Disappointment.
"Again... Again?!" Ezra barely dodged her flying hand. He could feel the thrill of shock pass with it. "I thought you made the decision… me over your baseless dreams…"
Her words were so touched with sorrow, heartbroken and drunken that Ezra found himself without a tounge.
Helpless.
"I… I think we should end this…" A slight smile crept across River's face. "Follow your dreams Ezra. Follow the sound of music. But please… don't follow me."
And within seconds she was gone. The gravity of earth suddenly began modulating, heavy then weightless, and Ezra could feel his heart cracking under the pressure. The rain strengthened, the pressure strengthened, the sound strengthened.
In those eyes he had found a reason to stop, but his head had not stopped with him.
And now that time is moving forward, a ceaseless river, Ezra could hear the song inside for the first time in a long time. The sound he had to follow.
Tears blurred his vision. His touch was numbed with cold. The smell of musty rain burned at his memories. Only the taste of old alcohol and regret tinged his wordless tounge.
And yet the sound of music melted into him and he suddenly regained his wings. When the music played, he heard the sound he had to follow. She's gone, his world.
Sound doesn't need steady ground anyway.
